Page 87 of Off the Pitch

“What do you want?” he asked, pressing deep inside and making it difficult for me to see straight, let alone think straight.

“I want, fuck, I want it.”

“Want what?” His grip tightened, slick fingers sliding up and down my length, twisting over the head and making me buck into his hand.

“I-I want you to keep fucking me.” I fucked into his hand and back onto his cock, trying to get some momentum, but it was so damn hard because I was trapped between him and the counter with little room to move. He had me exactly where he wanted me, and I wasn’t going to get anything he didn’t give me.

“I am fucking you.”

“Hard,” I said. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

Christian pulled back until he was barely in me, but before I got the chance to complain, he snapped his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside me. He picked up the pace again, fucking me deeper and harder than before, giving me exactly what I wanted and tagging my prostate on every single thrust. In seconds, I was crying out, pleasure crashing through me. My orgasm was right there as he gripped my cock, jacking it at the same pace as his thrusts, and God, I loved how rough and desperate it was. I felt like I was bursting at the seams, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

“Yes. Fuck yes. Shit, I’m gonna—”

“I’m right there.” Christian groaned, pressing hot, desperate kisses to my skin, his pace almost frantic as he chased his orgasm. “Come for me.”

I cried out as my orgasm swept through me, and I came all over Christian’s hand, my cum covering his skin and seeping into the soft fabric of the jock. My hole tightened around Christian’s cock, milking it. I heard him crying out my name as he hit my prostate again and again, prolonging my orgasm for as long as possible before Christian shuddered and gasped, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum.

We stood for a moment, both of us panting, Christian’s head resting on the back of my neck, his skin tacky against mine. My legs felt like jelly, and I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to move without falling over.

“So,” I said, then let out a weak laugh because my voice was still shaky. “That was fun.”

“Yeah…” Christian pressed a kiss to my skin. He gently pulled his hand out of my jock, and I winced at the feel of cooling cum against my skin. “I think I need another shower.”

“Me too.” He slowly pulled out, and I clenched my hole, keeping his cum inside me. I wasn’t quite sure I wanted things to end there. I loved the idea of plugging myself again, keeping myself stretched and ready for him. Christian had scored a hat-trick after all, and it would feel wrong if we didn’t celebrate at least three times.

Although, if they were all as energetic as that, I was going to need food first.

I reached for the plug, passing it over my shoulder to Christian. “Plug me?”

“Are… are you sure?” he asked, almost in disbelief.

“Of course. I want to keep your cum inside me for later. Just in case.”

Christian groaned. “You can’t say things like that. You’ll make me hard again.”

“Good.” I chuckled, letting out a little sigh as he slid the plug back inside me. I was a little sore, but it was the good kind of sore—one that reminded me of the excellent sex we’d just had. “But first, a bath and food. Then more mind-blowing sex, maybe on a bed this time so I have something soft to collapse onto.”

I used the counter to lever myself into a standing position and turned in Christian’s arms to see him wiping his cum-covered fingers on his t-shirt with a wrinkled expression on his face. He was so adorable. He’d pulled his joggers and boxers back over his hips again and looked so perfectly presentable it would have been impossible to guess he’d been doing delicious debauched things to me only five minutes ago.

“You’re so cute.” I leant forward and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to his lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he said. “Thank you.”

I couldn’t help but smile as warmth filled my chest. “You’re so polite it’s unbearable.”

“But you went to all that effort,” Christian said as I chuckled. “I don’t want to seem ungrateful. And I really appreciate it.” He kissed me again, our arms wrapping around each other as I breathed in his soft scent that always made me smile.

I loved these moments—the ones where we could just be together, holding each other close—perhaps more than any other. I felt Christian’s heart beating against mine. I loved him so much I thought I might burst, and if anything, my love for him got stronger every day.

“Come on,” he said, pulling back slightly. “We need to shower. I’m all sticky and not in a good way.”

“Sounds good to me.” I smiled as he took my hand and led me through the kitchen. “Remind me to clean the counter later before Monika comes in tomorrow. I refuse to risk her wrath because you couldn’t keep it in your pants long enough for us to get upstairs.”

Christian laughed. “Excuse me, but I believe you were the one who seduced me, Mr. I Got You a Present.”

“You could have unwrapped it upstairs,” I said, letting out a low gasp as Christian pushed me against the kitchen door.

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