Page 79 of Off the Pitch

When he pulled away, I heard myself whining desperately. But then there was the click of a lube bottle and the trickle of something cold against my skin.

“Shh. It’s okay, baby,” David murmured, as if he was trying to soothe a skittish animal. “I’ll take care of you.”

I nodded, even though I knew he probably couldn’t see it.

The first press of his finger was gentle, but I still gasped at the intrusion. He stilled inside me, the other hand stroking over my cheeks. I knew David was worried about hurting me, but right now I didn’t feel anything but want. This wasn’t the first time he’d fingered me, but every time he treated me so gently, as if I was something beautiful and precious to be cherished. It was almost overwhelming how much he loved me.

“Please,” I whispered, pushing my hips backwards to emphasise my words. “I want more.”

“So needy,” David answered, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. But he did start moving. His finger slowly slid in and out of me, curling to tease my prostate. I gripped the sheets, my body shaking as wordless moans poured out of me.

By the time David pushed a second finger into me, I was delirious with pleasure. By the time he added a third, I was struggling to remember my own name. My cock pulsed, dripping precum on the sheets, and in some tiny part of my brain, the only part that was functioning, I knew that one day David would make me come like this.

“P-please,” I begged as David added a fourth finger, stretching me wide. “I need you.”

“Soon, baby, soon.” He pressed soft kisses to my cheeks, his other hand caressing my thighs. David had avoided touching my cock, and although I desperately wanted him to, I knew that it would only take a couple of strokes to send me hurtling over the edge.

I groaned as he pulled out, my hole fluttering around nothing, and immediately I hated the feeling of emptiness. Turning my head, I looked over my shoulder to see David slicking himself up, a condom wrapper on the bed. He was so beautiful. So perfect. I still couldn’t believe he was mine.

“Turn over for me,” said David. “I want to see you.”

My arms easily gave out, and I practically collapsed onto the mattress, rolling myself over and spreading my legs. My dick throbbed, another spurt of precum dribbling from the swollen head onto my stomach.

David settled between my thighs, leaning down to deliver another kiss—this one soft and sweet, full of tenderness and love, leaving my chest full of butterflies.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I nodded. I didn’t want to stop, not now. “I want you inside me, David. Take me, please.”

“As you wish.” David gently spread my thighs further apart, lining up and slowly pushing into me. I gasped as the head of his dick breached me, pressing through the ring of muscle. David stilled, giving me time to adjust, the initial burn and stretch giving way to a deliciously full feeling.

It was so much better than his fingers.

So. Much. Better.

Slowly, he pushed inside me until he bottomed out. Every nerve in my body was singing with pleasure, and my breath was coming in pants as I tried to hold back my orgasm. I was not coming that quickly. I wanted to enjoy getting fucked.

“You feel amazing,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around David’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

“So do you. So fucking tight for me.” David groaned, closing his eyes, and I squeezed my channel around him. “Fuck, your ass is incredible Christian.”

“I know.” I grinned, nipping his lip in a playful kiss. “Now, are you going to move? Or am I going to have to do all the work here?”

“Such a cheeky brat,” he said, one hand playfully swatting the back of my thigh. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said trying to shoot him a wink, but instead throwing my head back into a pillow with a groan as David rolled his hips. “Fuck me, maybe?”

“Hmmm, maybe.” David ground his hips forward again, picking up a slow rhythm as he pressed more kisses to my mouth. “But I think this time I just want to make love to you. Worship you. Take you apart until you’re screaming my name.”

I couldn’t speak. I could only nod and whimper as David thrust into me, each thrust brushing his cock against my prostate and sending shivers up my spine. I clutched at him like he was the only life raft in the middle of an ocean, my hands grabbing at his shoulders and my lips searching for his over and over. His kisses were like oxygen, and I needed them more than anything.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” David whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. “I love you so damn much I think I might explode.”

“I love you too,” I said. “More than anything. It’s always been you.”

“Good because you’re never, ever getting rid of me.”

I tried to laugh, but all that came out was a whine of delight. “No more running away, I promise.”

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