Page 53 of The Fly-Half

“Do I?” He smirked hungrily. “Spell it out for me.”

I glanced around to see if Mason had appeared, but he was still in the living room watching the film we’d stuck on during dinner. I lowered my voice as I squeezed his ass, a soft moan escaping my throat at the feel of the firm muscle underneath my fingers. “I want you to take me upstairs, to your room, watch me strip naked, eat my ass, and then fold me in half and fuck me with that fat cock of yours until my back is blown out and I’m screaming your name so loudly that Mason knows exactly how thin these walls are. I want you to make me come and then keep fucking me, maybe even use my cum as lube to keep my hole slick for you. And then I want you to fill me so deep I’m still dripping your load out tomorrow.”

“Filthy little thing, aren’t you, doll?” Jonny asked, teasingly brushing his mouth over mine.

“Yes,” I said with a groan as he twisted his body slightly to push an enormous thigh between my legs, rubbing the thick muscle over my crotch. “You love it, though.”

“Mmm, I do.” He huffed out a little laugh. “It’s getting distracting. I’m not used to thinking about sex all the time. How do you get anything done?”

“You get used to it. And you’ll always have me to work your frustrations out on.”

“Yeah? Wanna be my pretty little toy? Want me to use you whenever I want?” I whimpered, my hips stuttering forward against his thigh, the rough sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. “You really are needy, aren’t you, angel?” Jonny asked, pulling his hands out of the water and wiping them on a nearby tea towel like I wasn’t falling apart on his thigh in the middle of the kitchen. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you. I’ll give you everything you need.”

It wasn’t quite the distraction I’d planned, but I’d take it. Because I loved being Jonny’s plaything, and wringing everydrop of pleasure out of me was a great way to drag his focus away from his worries.

“Upstairs then,” he said as he stepped away from me, his eyes raking over me appraisingly. “I’ll be right behind you.”

I turned and headed for the door, my heart racing as I walked towards the stairs with Jonny not far off me. As I climbed the stairs, I saw him stop and stick his head in the living room to talk to Mason, but I didn’t wait around for Mason’s reply.

Jonny’s room was tidy as always, his bed made with green and white checked sheets. There were a couple of art prints on the wall and a few team photos from over the years across the top of his chest of drawers and even more of the pair of us scattered around, tucked into the edge of frames and propped up against things.

I’d never really noticed quite how many photos of us there were—from the pair of us aged thirteen with our arms around each other, plastered head to toe in mud, to us in a club at eighteen, and the summer before last on the beach in Marseille, both of us smiling, tanned, and shirtless, Jonny wearing a truly hideous bucket hat he’d bought on a whim. He’d come to stay with me for three weeks and it was then I’d told him I wanted to find an English club to move back to after my contract was up.

It was also the closest I’d ever gotten to confessing my feelings for him.

But I hadn’t because my fear of losing him had always been greater than anything else.

I heard his footsteps at the top of the stairs and giggled to myself as I started pulling off my clothes, throwing my hoodie, T-shirt, and joggers to the floor and toeing off my socks, leaving me in just a tiny pair of skintight pink trunks stretched over my erection. I threw myself onto Jonny’s bed, making the frame groan, and put myself onto all fours with my ass in the air facing the door as it swung open.

“That’s a pretty sight,” Jonny said as the door clicked shut behind him. “But I thought you wanted me to watch you strip naked?”

“Technically, I’m not naked,” I said, twisting my head around and throwing a shit-eating grin at him along with a wink as I wiggled my ass.

“True. But maybe I should make you get dressed and start again.”

I pouted and whined because that wasn’t part of my plan. “Don’t pout, angel,” he said as he began to strip off, revealing the gorgeous acres of skin underneath. “I’m too impatient to do that.”

“Good.”

“Maybe next time,” he said with a wicked smile as he pushed his joggers down, giving me a brief glimpse of his boxers before he slid them off, freeing his cock. I licked my bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth, wondering what it would feel like to stretch my lips around his thick shaft. Jonny was definitely more of a giver when it came to pleasure, but I hoped he’d let me blow him at some point. I wanted to show him how good it could be.

He saw me staring as he stepped out of his clothes and grasped his cock with one hand, giving it a few teasing strokes, and I moaned at the thought of finally getting him inside my ass. It was going to feel so fucking good stretching me wide and filling me up, and I was practically vibrating with excitement.

Jonny chuckled as he walked across to the bed, standing behind me and bending down to press a kiss between my shoulder blades, his lips burning my skin. “You’re shaking.” My face flamed and I groaned, burying my head in the sheets as he pressed more kisses down my spine, each one a claiming mark on my soul. “I can’t hear you when you do that. Tell me why you’re shaking.”

Fucking hell, he was going to kill me. “Excited,” I murmured, barely turning my head.

“I can’t hear you, angel. You need to be louder than that.”

“I’m excited,” I said, forcing the words out as my cock throbbed, precum leaking into my underwear. “Can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.” I groaned as his fingers toyed with the waistband of my trunks. “It’s so fucking big and I, mmm, I need it.”

He chuckled darkly, pressing the sound into my skin at the base of my spine. “Is my pretty toy a size queen? Does he need a thick cock to split him open?”

“Y-Yes, please!” I groaned as he nipped my ass cheek, thumb running teasingly down my crack.

Jonny pulled my trunks down and groaned. “Fuck, doll, you have such a beautiful ass. Never seen such a perfect one before.” He dropped to his knees on the floor behind me, greedy palms groping my ass and pulling my cheeks apart, tugging my hips down to meet his mouth. I gasped as his tongue flicked out across my hole, lapping the sensitive bundle of nerves.

There was no hesitation to his touch, no uncertainty. It was like he was giving me a moment to ground myself.

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