Page 136 of Off the Pitch

Slowly, Kit traced his fingers down my cock. His touch was gentle, barely there even, and it took all my willpower not to buck up into his hand. But I couldn’t help the catch in my breath that told him just how much I welcomed his touch. He pressed more firmly, his fingers wrapping around my erection, and a groan slipped from my lips. I wanted to beg him to stop teasing me, but I couldn’t find the words.

Somehow this man had reduced me to a puddle, and I wasn’t even sure how.

My eyes fell closed as I focused on the soft caress of his fingers across my clothed dick. I felt him tugging at the waistband and heard his gentle command of, “Lift your hips for me,” and then Kit was pulling my boxers over my hips and down my legs. I heard them hit the floor and then Kit’s intake of breath as he looked at me.

I opened my eyes again, looking up to see him staring at me, tongue swiping over his lips. “I think I’m at the disadvantage now,” I said, breaking the silence. “I’m naked and you’re not.”

“I-I can rectify that, if you’d like.” There was a hitch to his voice as he unfolded himself and slid onto the floor, fingers reaching for the waistband of his boxers.

“Only if you want to,” I said. “You’re in charge here. It’s your choice.”

Kit smirked. “I’m quite aware of who’s in charge, and I rather like it.” His voice was smooth as silk, sending a shiver up my spine. I imagined him inside me, making love to me and whispering dark promises in my ear with that voice.

“Wait.” I sat up, reaching out for him as he began to tug at his underwear. “Can I do it?”

“Of course,” he said. “Of course you can.”

Moving to the edge of the bed, I swung my legs down until I sat facing him with Kit between my thighs. Leaning forward, I pressed a soft kiss to his stomach and trailed more up towards his chest, my fingers caressing his hips.

“Is this okay?” I asked as I looked up into his wide, green eyes. He nodded and let out a low moan as I explored his body. He’d been so focused on me that I’d barely gotten a chance to touch him, and while I wasn’t going to complain about the attention, I was going to enjoy this moment.

I pressed kisses across his abdomen and down to his hips, sucking a mark into the skin and loving the way he gasped, hips flicking forward suddenly. I smiled to myself as I moved to the other side and sucked on the soft skin, leaving a little blooming red mark behind.

Sitting back, I let my hand trail across his boxers, slowly caressing his erection. I loved the way it felt under my fingers—hard and thick and perfect. Was it odd to say I’d missed this? The feeling of a hard cock under my hand and the soft, smooth lines of a man’s body.

Kit gasped as I squeezed him, and a little wave of pleasure and satisfaction rolled through me. I wanted to make him feel good. Reaching for his waistband, I gently pulled the dark material down, watching his erection spring free and slap against his stomach.

Fuck. His dick was perfect: thick and slightly curved with a flushed head already beading with precum, nestled in a neat thatch of dark red curls.

I wanted it so much.

“Wow,” I said, my lips curling into a smirk. “Impressive.”

Kit laughed, the tension washing off his face, which had been my intention. “Thank you?”

“No, thank you,” I said, and Kit snorted. “Can I… can I touch you?”

“Yes, if you want to.”

“Oh, I definitely want to,” I said, then I paused, another question on the tip of my tongue. “Can I suck you?”

“Oh, um, yes.” Kit flushed, his calm demeanor slipping for a second as a beautiful pink tinge spread across his skin. “Yes, you can… if you’re sure.”

“Very sure,” I said. “Although I am a little out of practice.”

“Don’t worry. I have very little to judge you against, so the bar is very low.”

“Thanks.” I said with a laugh. “I’m filled with confidence.”

“Well I suppose you could always practice,” Kit said, his voice dropping again to that smooth cadence that had me melting. “You won’t get better if you don’t practice.”

Practice sounded fun. And I definitely wouldn’t turn down the opportunity now that I’d seen what Kit had been hiding under his clothes.

“I agree,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. With one hand on his hip, I leant forward, licking the beads of precum from the flushed head of his cock, savoring the burst of salt across my tongue. I wrapped my fingers around the base, loving the weight in my hand, as I began pressing kisses up and down his shaft and running my tongue across the vein that ran along the underside. Kit gave a low moan, his fingers grasping at my shoulders to steady himself as I wrapped my lips around the head and gave a tentative suck.

It may have been a while since I’d done this, but I’d always found giving head enjoyable. There was something about taking someone apart with my mouth that made me shiver with pleasure, and every little sound that Kit made as I began to explore his body made me weak with desire. Slowly I drew him into my mouth, sliding my tongue and lips around him and picking up a steady rhythm that I matched with my fingers.

“Oh, oh shit,” Kit murmured, his grip on my shoulders tightening. “Hugo, that… that feels amazing.”

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