Page 86 of Off the Pitch

“But this is my celebration. Don’t I get to do what I want? After all, I did score a hat-trick.”

I groaned as his tongue flicked my nipple while his fingers gripped my hips, holding me in place. “You fucker,” I gasped.

“Not yet.” He smirked. “But soon.”

He stood, stepping back slightly as his fingers worked open the button to my jeans. I knew when he caught sight of the blue jockstrap because he groaned. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Maybe. You’ll have to take my jeans off to find out.”

Christian tugged hard at my jeans, pulling them over my thighs and letting them pool on the floor. “Wow,” he said, a note of reverence in his voice. “You look amazing.” His fingers trailed over the band and across the front, and I couldn’t help moaning as he caressed my erection, squeezing it through the thin fabric.

“Turn around.”

I spun slowly on the spot, pushing my ass out and leaning over the counter. I loved the way the thick straps of the jock framed my ass, and a little wave of satisfaction washed over me as Christian moaned. He always made me feel amazing about myself. I may not have a footballer’s body, but Christian never seemed to care. He loved me just the way I was, and that always made my heart sing.

“Holy shit.” Christian’s fingers trailed lovingly across my skin. “You look amazing. Just… Wow. You have the best ass.”

“Thanks,” I said, my voice already breathless. I knew it was pointless to argue with him. I’d tried once, telling him how much better his ass was than mine, how much better his body was. I’d lost that argument. Well, I’d been reduced to speechlessness at least, when Christian had dropped to his knees and rimmed me until I cried, fucking me with his fingers and tongue until I came all over his hand.

For a moment, I wondered if he’d noticed the plug, but then he tapped the base, sending little ripples of pleasure through me. “I love this,” he murmured, pressing up against me and whispering in my ear. “I love you. You spoil me.”

“You deserve it.” I gasped as one hand slid down my abdomen and teased the head of my cock. “Fuck, I love you too.” I turned my head, searching for a kiss, moaning as Christian’s lips met mine.

His fingers moved to caress the edges of the plug, teasing my hole as he gently tugged it out a little before sliding it back in, nudging it up against my prostate, leaving me whining. I tried to form words to tell him to stop teasing me, but my mouth wouldn’t work, and all that came out were low, broken moans.

“I want you,” Christian said, voice low and dripping with lust. “I want to fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”

“Yes, I… Fuck!” I groaned as he pulled the plug free, leaving me stretched and empty, my hole fluttering around nothing. I knew I was whining, but I needed to be full again, needed him inside me. He placed the plug on the counter, and it was only then I realised we were still in the middle of the kitchen. Fuck, Monika would kill us if she found out we’d defiled her space. I wasn’t going to tell her though.

I heard the rustle of clothing behind me and felt the fat head of Christian’s cock pressing against my hole. We’d been going bare for about six months, and I loved the way it felt when his cum trickled out of me afterwards, making me feel utterly claimed and loved.

Christian’s clothes brushed against my skin, and I realised he hadn’t stripped off. He’d simply pulled his joggers and boxers down low enough so he could fuck me.

Shit, that was hot. He was as desperate and needy as I was. He just hid it better.

“Please,” I gasped. “Give it to me. I need you.”

“You always beg so nicely.” Christian’s voice dropped into a moan as he pushed inside me, bottoming out in one smooth stroke, leaving me perfectly full and stretched. “Fuck, you feel amazing. You’re so tight.”

“So do you! Fuck, I love your cock. Missed having it inside me.”

Christian’s fingers gripped my hips, digging in as he began to fuck me hard and fast. It felt like I barely had time to breathe, pleasure setting fire to my body as he pounded me, using me for his pleasure.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, Christian.” Broken words and curses spilled from my lips as my fingers clutched the edge of the counter. This was exactly what I’d hoped for, and I loved every second of it. Christian reached up and turned my head. His lips met mine in a series of scorching kisses as his teeth pulled at my lip and turned me into a little pile of goo.

“So perfect for me,” he murmured. “So damn perfect.”

I couldn’t say anything; all I could do was moan. I was so close to the edge already, and my cock had hardly been touched. Christian’s hand snaked around me, his thumb stroking over the wet head of my cock as his pace slowed to a teasing grind.

“Please,” I groaned as he slid his hand into the top of my jock and wrapped it around my erection, pumping it slowly. “Don’t tease me.”

“But you love it,” Christian said. “And I love the noises you make when I tease you.”

“You’re so mean,” I panted as Christian ground his dick against my prostate and stars burst before my eyes.

“Do you like that?”

“You know I do.”

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