Page 159 of Off the Pitch

“What are you thinking about?”

“Not much,” he said, turning his head and giving me a soft smile. “Just about how lucky I am to have you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” I kissed him gently, pouring all my love into that simple kiss.

“I’m also wondering if it’s too late for a shower,” Kit mused. “It was ridiculously hot at the gallery, and I feel like I’ve been trekking through a swamp. I might have to peel this suit off, and I’m so tired I might even need help undressing.”

I laughed. “I can help with that… if you want.”

“Well,” Kit said, giving me a delicious smirk that made my insides twist. “I’ll never say no to your help. Do you want to join me?”

“Always.” I kissed him again, less sweetly this time, as I pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders, letting it crumple on the floor. We left it there as we moved to our room, leaving my suit in a heap on the bedroom floor. I sank to my knees to undo Kit’s shoes, peeling his socks off and throwing them over my shoulder before reaching for the waistband of his trousers. The suit was new, a light grey tweed that perfectly complimented his hair and eyes. I’d had it made especially for the exhibition, and even though Kit had been a little reluctant when I’d first suggested it, I’d tactfully pointed out that he didn’t actually have a suit that fit or many smart clothes that weren’t covered in some form of charcoal or paint.

I think Kit was worried that I spoilt him too much, but I loved treating him to things. Besides, I was the one who benefitted here; I got to see my boyfriend looking delicious in a suit.

I pulled the trousers over his hips, leaving him clad only in tight white boxer briefs. Leaning forward I pressed a soft kiss to his half-hard cock, loving the way it twitched under the fabric.

“If you start that, we’re never going to get in the shower,” Kit said, stepping back and pulling me to my feet. He pushed his boxers off and dumped them on the floor, walking into the bathroom and leaving me watching his perfect ass.

“You ruin my fun,” I teased as he turned the water on, and we stepped into the giant shower and under the two waterfall showerheads.

“I’m sure I can make it up to you,” he said. He drew me under the spray and into a deep kiss. The water was perfectly hot, massaging my tired muscles as we stood together, wrapped in each other’s arms, exchanging slow, lazy kisses.

Kit reached for the bottle of vanilla bodywash that was on the little shelf, taking a deep breath as he poured it onto a washcloth. “I love the smell of this. It always reminds me of you.”

He began rubbing the cloth across my chest in wide circles, sweeping down to my abdomen and across my arms. He turned me in his arms, washing across my back and shoulders, and I leant back into his touch as his other hand stroked my hip. Kit dipped the cloth lower, moving it over my ass and down my thighs, his fingers following and sweeping down my crack, teasing my hole and leaving me moaning. I heard a thud and looked over my shoulder to see him dropping to his knees under the spray, his hands working the cloth over and around my thighs and down my legs, gently spinning me around again so he could work over the front of my legs.

My cock was already hard and aching to be touched. Kit grinned, looking up at me from his knees, water running down his face. He didn’t say anything, he just reached out to grasp my erection in his fingers, gently pumping it while his other hand teased my balls. He leant forward, running his tongue across the head of my cock before taking it in his mouth and sucking it.

“Fuck!” I groaned, closing my eyes and tipping my head back. I wished I was closer to the wall so I could lean against it. Kit tightened his lips around my cock and sucked it deeper into his mouth, making me gasp as he rolled my balls between his fingers before sliding them down to press against my taint.

“Oh God. Shit!” Everything felt so fucking good. Kit had learnt very quickly how to take me apart, and he relished reducing me to nothing more than a whimpering mess.

“Turn around,” Kit said, pulling off my dick with a slick pop, “and stick your ass out for me.”

I did as I was asked, folding my arms against the wall and resting my head on them as I pushed my ass out. Kit’s fingers caressed my cheeks before pulling them apart and running his tongue across my pucker. Rimming me seemed to be one of Kit’s favourite things to do, and I was never, ever going to complain because it always felt fucking amazing.

“Oh shit! Fuck!” My words echoed off the shower tiles, mixing with the flow of water and quickly dissolving into strung-out moans as Kit worked his tongue across my hole, teasing the furled skin. Intense pleasure radiated through me as he pointed his tongue and pushed it against my hole, pressing against the tight ring of muscle.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” I said, my brain shutting down. “Please, Kit, please.” I didn’t even know what I was asking for, all I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop.

When he pressed a finger in alongside his tongue, I couldn’t stop myself from riding back against him, desperately trying to get him deeper inside me. I wanted so much more, but I couldn’t even begin to find the words. One finger became two, grazing over my prostate and making me cry out, sparks bursting behind my eyes.

“Please, fuck I need… please.”

“What do you need, my love?” Kit asked, a hand on my hip to steady me. I heard him rise to his feet, and then he was pressed against me, his body hot and firm behind mine as he trailed kisses across my shoulders and up my neck. “Tell me, my love.”

“I need you,” I said, craning my head around and searching for his lips. “I need you inside me.”

“Come with me,” Kit said, pressing another kiss to my neck. “As much as I’d love to experiment with shower sex, I’m too tired to do it now, and I’m willing to bet this is the sort of situation where one of us ends up with a broken leg. I don’t think either of us wants that.”

“Not again,” I said, twisting in his arms and drawing him in for a deep, desperate kiss that was all tongue and teeth. “Take me to bed.”

We stumbled out of the shower, barely remembering to turn it off, and into our room, both of us still dripping with water. I fell onto the bed, pulling Kit with me, and spread my legs to fit him perfectly between them.

“Shit, lube,” I said between kisses, waving my hand at the bedside table as if that would magically summon it.

“I’ve got it,” Kit said. He hopped up and retrieved the bottle and a condom. He slid the condom on quickly and returned to lie between my legs before I could miss him. The cap on the lube clicked, and I shivered. Then Kit pressed two slick fingers to my hole, and I gasped as he pushed inside me again. “You feel amazing.”

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