Page 55 of Off the Pitch

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David

It took until the middle ofThe Empire Strikes Backfor Christian to get restless. Which was longer than I thought it would take, to be honest.

We hadn’t seen each other for a week, and I doubted I’d get to see him again for a while, especially because he had another away match this weekend. Not that I minded. It was just part and parcel of dating a footballer.

But I was also horny as fuck and was kinda hoping that we’d at least get to exchange blow jobs tonight.

There was a reason I’d bribed Kit to go to that photography exhibit this evening with a couple of his art friends. Sure, he probably would have kept out of the way, bless him, but there was something especially lovely about having the house to ourselves.

It meant I could be as loud as I wanted, and I’d had a chance to prepare an extra sexy surprise for my birthday boy.

Christian ran his hand down my arm, squeezing my hand. Then he started nuzzling into my shoulder and pressing kisses to my neck, trying to provoke me into reacting. Not that these little gestures weren’t lovely—they were making me very interested—but I loved riling him up and teasing him. I wanted to see what he’d do next.

The indignant little huff he made when I ignored him was adorable, and I had to fight the urge not to laugh and break my act to pepper him with kisses. Damn, he was cute when he was frustrated.

The next time he leant in to kiss my neck, his tongue swiped across my skin before he began sucking on that one spot behind my ear that always made me melt. I shuddered, a little groan escaping from my lips, my dick already chubbing up in my boxers, making it uncomfortable to lie on my stomach.

Christian’s hands skimmed down my back, caressing my ass, while he littered my neck with kisses that had me squirming with pleasure.

“Do you want something?” I teased, finally giving up the pretense of still watching the film. I flicked the television off before turning my head to meet his lips in a hungry kiss. I loved how soft his lips always were. I could happily kiss them forever and never get bored.

“You. Only you,” Christian breathed.

“I’m yours.” I grabbed his hand, rolling over onto my back and pulling him on top of me. My thighs fell apart, allowing Christian to settle between them, his groin pressing against mine as his hands explored my body, our mouths meeting in endless kisses. There was something frantic to his movements tonight, and it made me dissolve under his touch. I was powerless beneath him, wanting nothing more than for him to take what he wanted from me. But the way he was touching me made it seem more like worship than lust.

His fingers slid under my t-shirt, tracing over my stomach and across my chest. I groaned as he traced and teased my nipples, pinching the firm nubs, little shocks of soft pain and pleasure arching through me.

I wanted more. And I wanted it an hour ago.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” said Christian, sitting back on his heels and pulling me into a sitting position. He peeled off my open hoodie and t-shirt and sent my glasses flying. They’d be fine. I’d find them later. His fingers deftly flicked open my jeans and tugged them over my hips, a hungry look in his eyes as more and more of my body was revealed.

Fuck, that was hot.

I tried to reach for his shirt, but he batted my hand away, pushing me back onto the cushioned floor and crawling on top of me. His tongue ran down my neck and onto my chest as he sucked one of my nipples between his lips, and his fingers tugged on the other. My body arched into his touch, frantically seeking more, as I gasped broken expletives.

My dick was already hard and leaking, still trapped in my boxer-briefs, twitching against the firm muscle of Christian’s delicious body as he switched sides to torment my other nipple with his tongue and teeth.

“Fuck, Christian,” I said, wrapping my fingers in the soft strands of his hair. “That feels really good.”

“It’s going to get better.” He smirked up at me, lust sparkling in his eyes. He traced his tongue down my stomach before sucking a mark onto my hip I knew would be there for days. I also knew I’d get a hard-on every time I thought about it.

Christian wiggled further down, nuzzling against my straining erection and making me groan. He mouthed against the fabric, soaking it through and teasing my shaft. I really hoped he’d take pity on me soon and start sucking me. I needed him, and I wasn’t above the idea of begging if he decided to tease me further.

“Please,” I gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

Christian shot me a dirty grin, but he still took pity on me and pulled my boxers off, tossing them out of the fort and into the sitting rom. Eh, I’d find them later. Right now, I was too focused on the way his tongue was sliding across the head of my cock, licking the precum that was beading at the slit.

I moaned as Christian opened his mouth and swallowed me down, taking in as much as he could. I fucking loved his enthusiasm for sucking my cock and the way that every time we were together, he seemed to grow in confidence. It was amazing to watch him come out of his shell and embrace his sexuality and his desire, taking whatever he wanted.

Christian’s fingers wrapped tightly around the base of my cock, jacking me off at the same pace he sucked me. It took him a minute to figure out the right rhythm. but soon his mouth and fingers were sliding perfectly up and down together, sending waves of pleasure rolling through me.

His other hand caressed my balls before his fingers slid over my taint towards my hole. Christian’s rhythm faltered as he discovered my sexy surprise: the plug in my ass.

There was a wet pop as he pulled off my dick, and I couldn’t help whining at the loss of his perfect mouth. Christian nudged my thighs, pushing my legs further apart as his fingers grasped the smooth, flared base of the plug. It wasn’t a particularly fancy one—I was saving those for later—but it was beautifully thick and felt so fucking good nestled inside me.

“What’s this?” he asked, gripping the base and gently teasing it against my rim. My head thumped on the floor, another deep groan spilling from my mouth.

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