Page 254 of Off the Pitch

“Fuck yeah.” I pushed back against him, taking every inch until he was buried to the hilt. “Give it to me.”

Félix rolled his hips, each movement a little faster and deeper. His fingers gripped my hips as he began to pound me, fucking me hard as he chased his release. Water rushed across my body. The slapping sound of wet skin on skin echoed through the bathroom and mixed with our deep moans and broken cries.

I braced myself on the wall, letting the pleasure wash over me. My orgasm was already so close to the surface I felt the familiar tightness in my balls, waiting to be released. Félix snaked his hand around to grasp my cock, jacking it as he fucked me. His dick slammed against my prostate with every thrust, hurling me towards the edge. Félix knew exactly how to work my body, and I loved him for it.

I came with a shout, my cock shooting against the tiles as my orgasm crashed over me like a wave. Pleasure enveloped me. I felt my ass tightening around Félix, pulling his cock inside me. His hand tightened on my hip as he pounded me, gripping me so tightly I’d probably bruise later. Not that I cared.

“Fuck!” Félix grunted as he came, pumping his release inside me. His hips slowed, and his grip slackened slightly. I heard him panting, and I smiled as he pressed kisses across my shoulders.

“I love you,” he murmured. “Even if you are a tease.”

I twisted my head, grinning at him. “I love you too.” He kissed me softly, then he slowly pulled out and stepped away. I felt his cum trickling out of my hole, and a little shiver ran across my skin. It was odd, but I really liked the feeling. It made me feel sexy.

“I feel like we should use the shower for its actual purpose now,” he said, reaching for a bottle of body wash.

“I thought we just did.” Félix raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. Nobody builds a shower this big and open with benches if they aren’t planning to fuck in it. You could have a fucking sex party in here. Knowing Anton, he probably already has.”

Félix hummed and didn’t say anything, and I knew I was right, not that I was gonna make a big deal of it. Félix held up a loofah that he’d covered in the cheap, unicorn bodywash we’d had to buy at the airport when we’d realised Félix hadn’t remembered to pack any. He’d brought the essentials—lube, sunscreen, toothpaste—but in his excitement, he’d forgotten any other toiletries. The airport Boots hadn’t had the biggest selection, so ‘cosmic unicorn’ it was.

It actually smelled really nice, and I was definitely going to get some more when we got home.

Félix rubbed the loofah across my skin, pressing kiss after kiss to my mouth as he washed me. I loved the way he took care of me. I always felt like he was spoiling me, but every time I tried to tell him that he just told me I deserved to be spoilt. I’d learnt not to argue with him. I just spoilt him in return.

Eventually, the water began to run too cold for comfort, and we abandoned the shower to pad back into the bedroom. A gentle breeze still caught the curtains and made my skin prickle. The sun was sitting low in the sky, preparing to grace us with another beautiful sunset. I’d never seen sunsets as incredible as the ones here.

“Want to go down to the beach?” Félix asked. “We can go for a walk before dinner.”

“That sounds amazing.” I grabbed my shorts and t-shirt from the floor where I’d tossed them earlier in the afternoon. “Maria will be less likely to kick you out of her kitchen then.”

“I was just trying to help,” Félix grumbled as he pulled on his own clothes. Maria was the villa’s cook, and she reminded me a lot of my grandma. She kept bringing me baklava, and she’d even made these amazing little doughnuts called loukomadies the other night. But Félix had gotten on her bad side on the first day when he’d tried to offer her help and had instead broken two plates and a jug. Since then, she’d shooed him out of the kitchen any time he tried to make an appearance.

“You’re just a walking disaster, babe.” I offered him my hand and led him through the house. We slid our shoes on by the door and stepped into the warm, evening sunlight.

Hand in hand, we headed for the little path down to the beach, chatting as we went and stopping occasionally to kiss. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get enough of Félix.

When we got to the beach, we slipped off our shoes and walked across the white sand towards the soft swell of the sea.

Just another perfect day with the man I loved.

The End

Full Time

Full Time

2028 - Eight Years Later

Christian

The late July sky was bright and cloudless, the summer sun shining down on our garden where a certain amount of chaos currently reigned.

It hadn’t been long since I’d come back from the World Cup, and David had decided we needed to celebrate in style with an enormous family-and-friends barbecue, especially because these days it was harder to get everyone in one place. But since England had won, a fact that still seemed more like fantasy than reality, it seemed like the best time to do it.

England: World Cup winners. There was a sentence I never thought I’d say out loud.

It had been my goal for so long, the one thing I’d still been chasing… and now I could tick it off my list. I just wasn’t sure what came next.

“Daddy,” a small voice piped up from beside me, accompanied by a gentle tugging on my shorts. Our daughter, Elsie, who’d recently turned four, looked at me with an expression I’d only ever seen on Lily’s face. She meant business.

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