Page 33 of Pitch Prince

“All good, good, just…go slow.”

Callum hesitated for a second, letting me get used to his massive girth before pushing in slowly, slowly until he was nestled against my back. One big strong arm came to wrap around my chest and he kissed at the side of my neck. I’d never felt so cared for. I had never wanted anyone so much in my life.

As I felt myself adjust, I nodded to Callum and he got the meaning. He pulled out slowly, just a little and we pushed back in. We both moaned in unison. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So warm,” said Callum. “I should have done this a long time ago.”

“Yes, but do itnow,” I whispered back. Callum pulled out slowly again, further the time, and rocked his hips back into me. Other than the movement of his hips and cock, he was plastered to my back, his fur rubbing up against my smooth back as he thrust into me.

As the pace picked up, his momentum driving me down into the mattress, I could feel something building. Where he was so much bigger than I was, his movements getting more and more frantic, my cock was rubbing against the sheets and it felt fuckinggood. My moans rose in volume as his thick cock found my prostate again and again, his breath and sweet kisses along my neck.

“Not…going to…last…” Callum started to warn me, just as I felt my own orgasm building to a crescendo. I came into the sheets beneath me with groan, coating them and my stomach in cum.

Callum pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and hollow as he spilled his cum all over my back. He collapsed on his back on thieved beside me and grinned. “Fuck, that felt good,” he said.

“Yes…” I said. I felt drunk on the high that had given me. Sex often felt like just a replacement for a hand, not much better than finishing myself off. Sex with Callum felt…different, somehow. Electric. And with how much he cared…

“Come on,” he said, sitting up and grabbing my hand. I followed him to the bathroom, where he turned the shower on and pulled me under with him. His hands tenderly touched me everywhere as he cleaned me off, occasionally pulling me in for a kiss that my cock responded to with very little energy. He turned off the shower and we dried off together before he led me by the hand back into the bedroom, to his bed — the one not defiled by lube and cum — and pulled me onto his chest. If I’d been any less tired I’d have told him I wasn’t a cuddler. But that didn’t seem to matter in the moment.

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Chapter Fifteen - Callum

When I woke up in the morning to a naked muscular form plastered alongside me and blonde hair fanned across one side of my chest, I allowed myself a little smile and huffed to myself.

“Finally awake?” asked Rhys from where he lay.

Feeling a little uncertain of what to do, I reached with one arm to smooth that soft blonde hair down. “I could still be dreaming,” I said, well aware of how cheesy I sounded. “Feels like a dream.”

“Well real life is my morning breath and sticky-outy hair, so get used to it,” said Rhys.

“I can deal with that,” I replied. And I could. Because however complicated that sleeping with him might have made things, I had woken up with Rhys Prince in my arms. And that made me feel OK.

He extricated himself from my arms to go to the bathroom, and when he came back he switched on the hotel kettle and started to make himself a tea like he was on automatic. He looked back at me and smiled, adding another mug. I loved how casually he walked around naked. It let me ogle all of him without feeling like a pervert. Well, feeling less like a pervert anyway.

When he climbed back into bed with the mugs and passed me one before curving back into me, resting his hot mug on my chest like I was a table. I didn’t mind.

“God, the usual rugby aches and pains are even worse when I’ve been so worn out by other stuff afterwards,” Rhys said, stretching like a cat by my side. I knew how he felt. My calves and biceps always burned from an intense rugby game but the core workout I’d added last night definitely hadn’t helped things.

I waited a couple of minutes to see if he’d bring it up again. To give me some sense of how he was feeling.

When he didn’t, I spoke. “So…last night,” I said.

“Last night,” Rhys echoed. “Now.”

“What…was it to you?” I asked, afraid it would be just one night. I’d be eternally grateful I even got one night with Rhys Prince. But I wanted more, I was hungry for him now.

Rhys took a long slurp of his tea. “It was great for me,” he said. “But I don’t know if that was your question.”

“No. I…” I struggled for a second to come up with the words. “It was my first time with most of that really, and I don’t want you thinking that I’m going to regret it. Because I won’t.”

“Would you do it again?” Rhys asked.

“In a heartbeat,” I said, curving my body toward his so that he could feel my hard morning length press against his leg. He batted it away playfully, and even that sent a thrill of pleasure through me.

“Well I feel the same,” he said. “And I’m not one for casual hookups. What happened last night happened because I care for you.”

“I care for you too,” I said. “I just don’t know if I can offer you what you want.”

“All I asked was that it happens again,” Rhys said.

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