Page 177 of Off the Pitch

I wanted to get laid, and nothing was going to stop me.

“So,” the man said, as the lift doors closed in front of us, crowding me against the mirrored wall as his lips ghosted across my ear. “Do I get a name?”

“Jordan,” I said, a moan escaping my throat as he cupped my jaw. I’d not even debated giving him a fake name. Mostly because I was already so turned on that I wasn’t thinking straight.

“Perfect. I’m Félix,” he said, stepping back slightly and giving me a wink. “Just so you know what to scream later.”

“Maybe you’ll be screaming my name,” I said, attempting to regain some of my composure. It had taken all of thirty seconds for Félix to reduce me to a fucking mess. I wasn’t complaining though.

“That’s cute.” The look on his face was pure confidence. He knewexactlywhat he was doing to me. “Don’t get cocky though. You’ll hurt yourself.”

The lift dinged and came to a stop, the doors sliding open to reveal a plush, quiet corridor. I didn’t even stop to check what floor we were on as I followed Félix, not taking my eyes of his body. The view from the back was just as good as I’d hoped.

Félix stopped in front of a wooden door, pushed it open, and gestured inside. “After you.”

The door had barely clicked shut, the lock snapping into place, when I felt Félix behind me. His hands gripped my hips, pulling my body closer to him as he trailed kisses down my neck, his half-hard cock rubbing against my ass. He was only a couple of inches taller than me, not enough to make a real difference, but I already felt like putty in his hands.

I moaned as he trailed his hands up my chest, undoing the buttons on my waistcoat, slipping it and my jacket off, and throwing them over a nearby chair. Spinning me in his arms, he drew me into a deep, commanding kiss, his tongue pressing against my lips.

Sure, I’d hooked up with guys before, but none of them had made me feel like this. I was on fire from the inside out, and we were only just getting started.

Félix pulled my tie off, dropping it on the floor before sliding his fingers up my shirt. He opened the buttons and pushed the shirt to the floor before running his fingers over my chest. Félix rolled one of my nipples between his fingers, his lips never leaving mine. My hands came up to his hips, steadying myself as I groaned, long and low, as pleasure thrummed across my skin.

“So responsive,” he said, breaking the kiss, stepping back, and starting to strip off his own shirt. “Strip for me. I want to see you.”

He was almost arrogant in his demands, and I shouldn’t have been as fucking turned on as I was. I wanted to think of something snarky to say, but for once in my life, words failed me. Instead, all I could do was stare, open-mouthed, as Félix opened his shirt to reveal a wide, toned chest dusted in dark hair. He was obviously in great shape, and I wondered briefly if he had a fitness background. Not that I was going to ask. I didn’t usually ask my hookup partners anything beyond their names, if they had a condom, and, depending on the partner, whether they wanted to top or bottom.

“You know, I don’t think staring is getting naked,” he said with a smirk, dropping his shirt onto the floor. He obviously knew he looked good, but I didn’t think he realised my brain was struggling to function.

I rolled my eyes, trying to act cooler than I felt. Félix had totally thrown me, and it felt like I was on the wildest rollercoaster of my life. I was used to being in charge and getting what I wanted, and now he was calmly taking over and pushing all my buttons.

Fucking hell. I hadn’t been this turned on in years.

I kicked my shoes into the corner and toed off my socks before reaching for the waistband of my trousers. Félix’s eyes were locked on my hands, watching every move I made. Slowly, I popped the button and pushed them over my thighs, letting them pool on the carpet, leaving me in just tight boxer briefs.

“Those too,” he said, his voice full of heat and desire.

I wanted to tease him by sliding them off slowly and driving him nuts, but I didn’t have the patience for that. Instead, I dropped them, gripping my hard dick in my hand and pumping it as he watched me.

“Very nice,” Félix said, closing the distance between us and running a hand up my abs and across my pecs. “You’re very sexy.”

“Thanks,” I said. I knew I had a great body, but something about the way he said it made me glow. “Your turn.”

I swallowed as he dropped his jeans and boxers onto the floor. I’d been hoping he’d have a nice dick, but what Félix had was the most perfect dick I’d ever seen.

Holy shit. If I’d ever been on the fence about bottoming for him, my mind was made up now. I needed his dick in me more than I’d ever needed anything before.

Despite the fact that bisexuality was newish to me, anal sex wasn’t. When I was nineteen, I’d asked my then girlfriend Dani, who’d also been my best friend since forever, if we could try anal. Dani had said yes, but on the condition that she got to peg me too. I’d been really unsure at first, but my desire and curiosity had won out, and I’d said yes.

Turned out, I really loved getting fucked.

And given the amount of confidence Félix exuded, I was guessing he was someone who really knew what he was doing. My brain did a little happy dance. It was like all my sex Christmases had come at once.

“Oh yeah, you’re definitely fucking me,” I said, giving him a smirk, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

“I know,” he murmured against my lips, his hips flush against mine. I groaned as his cock ground against me. There wasn’t going to be nearly enough time to do all the things I wanted to do. “You need it, don’t you?”

I moaned as his kisses turned more heated, his tongue reclaiming my mouth. His hands wrapped around my hips, fingers sliding between my cheeks to tap the furled skin of my hole. I groaned into his mouth, pushing my ass out to chase the sensation.

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