Page 196 of Off the Pitch

Instead, I focused on Jordan’s other words and the idea of cuffing his hands behind his back while I fucked him. That was a delicious thought. Next time I saw him, I was going to have to dig out the soft, silk restraints I kept in my suitcase. It might seem odd to travel with a pre-packed selection of sex toys, but I never knew when they’d be useful. And so many more men than I could have imagined enjoyed being tied up.

It was funny how my thoughts had suddenly shifted fromiftowhen. I was going to ignore that though.

I slid my hand into the front of my boxer briefs, my breath catching as I wrapped my hand tightly around my cock. I was so fucking hard, and all I’d done was send some sexy messages to Jordan. I began to jack myself hard and fast. I didn’t have time to mess around. My flight would be boarding soon, but I needed the rush of an orgasm.

JordanStill it’s kinda mean of you to tie me up and tease me. What did I do to deserve that?

FélixYou’re a tease and you know it

FélixA slutty, bossy, bratty tease who loves to get fucked. I bet you love the idea of me tying you up and using your tight ass. Spanking you hard then fucking you deep and slow until you’re so close all you can do is whimper and beg for me to let you come. And if you’re good, I’ll let you

JordanFucking hell, you kinky fucker!

JordanShit I want that so much

JordanFuck I’m gonna come

My balls tightened as I read his words, my own orgasm barreling towards me. A gasp slipped from my lips as I jerked myself faster, walking a knife-edge between desperate pleasure and pain. Then the phone screen filled with a new picture—Jordan spread out on his bed, spent cock lying across his hip and thick streaks of cum painting his rich brown skin, decorating the perfect ridges of his abs.

JordanLook what you did to me

I grunted as my cock pumped cum into my fist, my orgasm coursing through me as I panted for breath. Shit. What was this man doing to me? I mean, I’d fucked guys in airport toilets before—mostly in my younger days—but I’d never been so desperate that I’d locked myself in one to jerk off. Usually, if I was horny, I’d find a willing body on the flight or when I’d landed. But this time, I hadn’t wanted anyone else. I’d wanted Jordan.

“Shit,” I said, stuffing my phone into my pocket and grabbing some toilet paper in an attempt to clean myself up as best as possible. My hand was a mess, but it wasn’t as bad as my head. All my thoughts were jumbled up, and I had no idea what I was doing. I was in so much deeper than I’d ever been before, and it felt like I was drowning instead of treading water.

It should have terrified me that I was so willing to break all my rules for Jordan without a second thought, but it didn’t. And that frightened me even more.

I’d gone from wanting nothing to do with footballers to wanting to see one regularly.

Maybe it would be better if I just cut the cord and walked away. That would be the sensible thing to do.

I straightened up my clothes, washed my hands, and checked my appearance in the mirrors before heading back into the lounge. It was still quiet, and I doubt anyone noticed I’d moved. I glanced at the flight information board, but nothing had changed.

On one side of the lounge, there was a table covered in refreshments including a fancy coffee machine and a selection of light snacks. I grabbed a latte and a couple of pastries before settling into a seat to wait again.

I chewed a dry, tasteless croissant and tried to consider my options. I was already in far too deep for my liking, and it worried me. I’d never wanted a relationship before, and I wasn’t convinced I wanted one now.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I stared at the photo and Jordan’s last message, taking one more look at his beautiful body. Ghosting him would be shitty as fuck, but I’d done shittier things in the past. I was a coward, that was an absolute certainty. But I’d always been one to take the easy way out. Besides, I doubted Jordan would even miss me. It wasn’t like he’d have trouble finding someone to replace me. I slid my thumb across to the little delete icon in the corner, ignoring the screaming voice in the back of my mind that said I was making a huge mistake, when a new message appeared at the bottom of the screen.

JordanDude are you still there?

JordanDon’t tell me you sexted and ran

JordanNot cool!!

JordanWait, aren’t you supposed to be on a plane right now? Holy shit! Are you sexting me from your swanky first-class seat?

I chuckled, shaking my head. Jordan seemed to have this innate ability to make me laugh more than anyone I’d ever met, his wide, cheeky grin spread across his face. I’d never met anyone so genuinely warm, funny, and charming. With most people it was a carefully curated act, designed to make people like them. I’d know. I did it myself.

I knew Jordan was teasing me now. Part of me wanted to ignore him, reminding me of the thoughts I’d been having a couple of minutes before. But the rest of me couldn’t resist teasing him back.

FélixDoes a swanky toilet in the first-class lounge count?

JordanWhat?? Seriously?

JordanOmg did you seriously jack off in a toilet?

JordanBahahahahaha that’s fucking amazing

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