Page 147 of Off the Pitch

I groaned against his lips as our erections slid against each other, and I couldn’t help grinding down against him, chasing the delicious feeling sparking across my skin. Hugo’s lips worked down my neck before he pushed me up so he could run his tongue down my chest.

“What do you want, beloved?” I said. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I want you,” Hugo said. “I want you inside me.”

I nodded, sitting up so I could look him in the eye. “Do you have supplies?”

“In the drawer.” I had to get up to reach the drawer in Hugo’s bedside table, but I retrieved a condom and a new-looking bottle of lube, throwing both gently onto the mattress beside him.

I should have been nervous, at least I thought I was supposed to feel nervous, but I didn’t. Especially not after I’d dutifully watched all of Volt’s ‘educational porn’ videos. I’d ended up watching them several times, and I thought I could probably repeat the tips about rimming in my sleep. Because if there was one thing I really wanted to try with Hugo it was that. I wanted to take him apart with my tongue until he could think of nothing except pleasure.

“Turn over,” I said, sliding back onto the bed. “If I’m going to be inside your perfect ass, I want to explore it first.”

Hugo groaned, a little shudder running through him. He rolled over, pushing his ass into the air, and I chuckled. “So eager for me. So perfect.”

I pushed his thighs open, kneeling between them and leaning over him to press kisses across his neck and down his spine. My fingers kneaded the perfect globes of his ass. I loved how firm and smooth they were. A shiver of pleasure shot down my spine as I realised I was soon going to be buried between them, deep inside the man I loved.

I pulled his cheeks apart, catching sight of the dark furled skin of his hole. I ran my thumb across it, feeling Hugo shiver underneath me, a low moan sliding from his lips. I couldn’t resist the temptation to taste him. I was desperate to know how he felt under my tongue.

“Oh shit!” Hugo’s words were broken and gasped as I lathed my tongue across the tight muscle, loving the deep, earthy taste.

“You taste amazing,” I said, smirking to myself when I got nothing in response except a broken moan. That was exactly what I wanted.

It wasn’t hard to turn Hugo into a puddle underneath me, and it was extraordinarily fun to hear him whine and moan and occasionally attempt to accuse me of teasing him. He never quite managed to get the whole sentence out though.

“Ugh, fuck, Kit,” Hugo groaned as I pushed my tongue past his rim of muscle, feeling it relax around me. “Please. Are-are you trying to kill me?”

“No, my love,” I said, lifting my head enough to press a kiss to his cheek. “That’s definitely not my aim.”

Hugo laughed weakly, looking over his shoulder at me. He looked wrecked already, sweat beading across his forehead, eyes wide and desperate. “Please, I need more.”

I clicked open the bottle of lube and poured a little onto my fingers. “You’ll tell me if you need me to stop or if you want something different, won’t you?”

Hugo nodded. “Yeah, I will.”

“Good,” I said, my finger circling his hole, remembering my own explorations. I pressed another kiss to his cheek and gently began to push inside, loving the way his body drew me in. Hugo gasped, garbled words spilling from his lips as I slowly began to pump my finger in, caressing his walls while I looked for what I wanted.

I knew I’d found it when Hugo’s hips bucked forward, his startled cry of, “Oh fuck,” music to my ears. Maybe Volt’s instructions had been worth it after all.

“Please,” Hugo said, a begging note in his voice as I slid another finger into him, fucking him slowly with them and stretching him for me. “I need you. I need your cock.” His hips jolted as he tried to fuck himself harder on my fingers, but I placed my other hand on his ass to still him.

“One more,” I said insistently. “I don’t want to hurt you, and neither of us has done this recently.”

“I should be grateful you care so much,” Hugo grumbled.

“It’s because I love you.”

“I love you too.”

By the time I’d worked three fingers into Hugo, he seemed about ready to explode, and if spontaneous human combustion was actually a thing, I might have been worried. I pulled my fingers out gently, mesmerised by the sight of his hole fluttering around nothing.

“Roll over. I want to look at you,” I said, picking up the foil-wrapped condom, tearing it open, and sliding it on as Hugo rearranged himself. He looked so beautiful, all spread out and wanting, face flushed and skin already slick with sweat. “You’re so beautiful.” I leant down to capture his lips in a deep kiss because it had been entirely too long since I’d felt his lips on mine.

I reached down to wrap my fingers around his cock, pumping it slowly and feeling the precum slicking his skin. Hugo groaned, throwing his head back against the sheets, and I wished I could capture that moment forever. But even the best painter in the world wouldn’t be able to do it justice.

“Touch yourself,” I said softly, and Hugo obliged, his fingers replacing mine as I pushed his thighs wider and lined the head of my cock up with his hole.

As I pushed inside, all the breath left my body, and I groaned. Nothing had ever felt this good before. I knew it would be tight and hot, but I had no idea that it would feel this amazing. Pleasure thrummed through me like lightning under my skin, burning through every single nerve in the most perfect way possible.

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