Page 56 of Off the Pitch

“I thought it might save us some time.” I grinned. It was already hard to form sentences, and I really wanted Christian to go back to touching me. My hand rummaged in the pile of pillows next to me, extracting the carefully hidden bottle of lube and box of condoms. Yeah, it might have made me look desperate, but there was no way I was entertaining the idea of having to leave to go find supplies. Fuck that.

“It pays to be prepared,” I added, passing them to him.

“You were never this kinky before,” Christian said, his fingers tracing round the edge of the plug. His face flushed deliciously as he spoke, and I wanted to laugh because it was so adorable that he considered a butt plug to be kinky. I’d probably leave out telling him that a couple of my previous flings had been into some seriously kinky shit, and while it wasn’t all for me, there were a few things that I’d happily taken away from the experiences.

It had been one of the main reasons Carter and I had ended our relationship—he was a Dom, and it turned out I wasn’t much of a submissive, although I’d loved some of the aspects of it. I mean, the sex had been fantastic. Maybe one day I’d consider introducing Christian to some of the things I’d enjoyed, but for now, we’d stick with the amazing things we were already doing.

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea,” I said with a wink, beckoning him to towards me for a filthy kiss. “Now, did you want to fuck me? Because I really want you inside me.”

Christian moaned against my lips. “I want to fuck you.”

Carefully, he inched the plug free, watching as my hole fluttered desperately around nothing. I loved the way he bit his lip, then leant forward to gently run his tongue across my open hole.

“Fuck!” I gasped, trying desperately not to buck my hips and chase the heat of his mouth. It had been a long time since I’d been rimmed, and I’d always loved it. My reaction seemed to encourage Christian because he did it again, probing my ass with his tongue and running it up and down over my taint until I was a writhing mess. “F-fuck, Christian, that feels amazing.”

He looked up at me, blue eyes wide with lust and surprise. “You taste really good,” he said, his cheeks pink as if embarrassed to admit that.

“Next time, we’ll do it without the lube already there,” I said. “It’ll taste even better.”

Christian nodded, wiggling himself back into a sitting position and starting to strip off his clothes. I grabbed a couple of pillows and stuffed them under my hips before sliding my fingers down to my ass. I loved watching Christian strip. His perfect muscles and creamy, soft skin made my dick pulse against my stomach, and damn, I wanted him inside me.

I pushed two fingers into my ass, gasping as heat rolled up my spine. Christian’s finger joined mine, opening me up and caressing my prostate as he used his other hand to quickly roll on a condom.

“I need you, babe,” I groaned, my voice already wrecked and needy. “Please.”

We pulled our fingers free, and I whined at the horrible feeling of emptiness inside me. Christian lined up, but instead of pushing in like I so desperately wanted, he teased the fluttering ring of muscle instead. Bastard.

“Stop fucking teasing,” I said, although I couldn’t put any force into my words. I was far too far gone for that.

“I don’t really think you’re in any position to make demands.”

“Try me.”

“So bossy,” he said as he pushed inside me. Thank fuck. Christian paused, his face focused. He bit his lip, and I knew he was trying to stop himself from coming. Slowly, he slid deeper, hitting all my buttons as he bent forward to beg for a kiss.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I said, nipping at his lip. “Love the way you feel inside me.”

“You know, if you keep that up, you’re going to cause trouble,” Christian said, grinding his hips against me, pulling another little whimper from my lips as his dick grazed my prostate.

“You love it,” I added between kisses. “You love my dirty mouth and what it does to you.” My words melted into another groan as he pulled back and snapped his hips forwards, driving deep inside me. “Fuck, baby. Just like that.”

I lifted my hips, wrapping my legs around Christian’s waist, desperate to drag him in deeper. Our mouths met in a string of deep, messy kisses as our bodies moved together. Neither of us could form words, just broken moans and wrecked gasps. Christian was playing my body with as much skill as he played football, melting me from the inside out. He changed his angle and nailed my prostate, forcing a high-pitched sound from my lungs as my hands fisted the pillows around us.

“Oh, shit… Right there… Don’t stop,” I begged. My hand slid between our bodies, gripping my cock and pumping it hard and fast as Christian pounded deep into me. Pleasure burst across my skin, hurtling me towards the edge.

“You feel so good,” Christian said brokenly.

“So do you. Fucking love your dick,” I groaned, pushing my hips towards him, trying to get him even deeper inside me. I was so fucking close. “Harder, please. Fuck me harder.”

Christian’s hips snapped forward, driving into me. It was everything I wanted from him. My body writhed, and I whined as Christian drove me to the edge. He was so good at giving me what I wanted, what I needed.

“Fuck, Christian. I’m gonna come,” I cried, thrusting back against him as he pushed forward into me. That was all it took. My orgasm exploded through me as my cock erupted between us, painting our skin with my release as my ass tightened around Christian.

Christian groaned, his cock pulsing inside me as he emptied into the condom. His whole body was shaking and even in my own lightheaded state, I was a little worried he might pass out.

Carefully, he pulled out, lowering down next to me while I rummaged around in my secret sex stash for the packet of tissues I’d hidden there. I took one for myself and wiped the cum off my stomach before handing Christian the rest.

“Happy late birthday,” I laughed breathlessly, my body still tingling with bliss as I patted his thigh. “And may they all lead to you fucking me like that.”

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