Page 24 of Totally Opposed

I’ve thought about this more times than I’d care to admit, but my imagination was nothing compared to reality. I never could have imagined how perfectly his ass fits in my lap, how his skin tastes sweet and salty and stirs a hunger inside me that only more of him can satiate. I’m vibrating under his touch, every fiber of my being alight with desperate need of his touch, of him.His fingers wrap around my cock and my balls throb. Not yet. This can’t end yet.

I bite my lip and drop my head back trying to hold on, to last a little bit longer, because I’ve dreamed of doing this for months, and when he pulls me out and the cool air hits, I get a moment of control back. But then he pulls himself out, too, and wedges us together and it takes everything in me not to come right then.

Both of my hands move to his ass, and he grips my neck tightly with his free hand and kisses me again. His big soft lips fit perfectly with mine, his body like the other piece of a puzzle, fitting in just the exact right way.

We shouldn’t be doing this. But it feels so right, so good. Kissing him, holding him, my cock pressed against his, thickening and throbbing and…

“Oh fuck,” I say, breaking our kiss as I shudder, no longer able to hold back, and my dick pulses as I unload between us in spurts.

His gaze moves to my cock, watching me come, and then his grip on my neck tightens, and he joins me in a total release. I sink back into the chair, and he rests his head on my shoulder. His chest heaves up and down and the light glistens off the muscles of his back in the most beautiful way that I can’t help myself; I move my hand from under his ass and lightly trace the contour of his back with the pads of my fingers.

“I know you said we shouldn’t,” he begins, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder.

“You said we shouldn’t first.”

“But we did.”

“Yeah, we did.”

“So, does this mean maybe we can… I don’t know,” he lifts his head, and those bright blue eyes are like giant whirlpools drawing me in. “Can we do it again?”

“Now?”

He laughs, adjusting his pants to put himself away and then helping to tuck me away, too.

“No, not now. Now I think we could use a shower, and we should probably get some rest. We have game one tomorrow. But maybe we can meet up after?”

He climbs from my lap and grabs my shirt from the floor, handing it to me before collecting his own. I pull it on, the mix of his mess and my own sticking it to my skin in several places.

“I, I mean, sure, okay.”

“Great, so tomorrow after the game. Who knows, if we finally beat one of these OG teams, we might have something to celebrate.”

“If you beat the OG’s the whole team will want to celebrate.”

“He frowns. “Crap, that’s right. Okay, so we don’t have to win.”

“Fuck that shit, yes, you do. Change of plans, you beat the OG team and then we’ll celebrate, no win, no… this.”

His mouth opens, and he lets out a small whine.

“That’s so not fair.”

“You have that little faith in beating them, do you?”

“No.”

“Great, then prove it. Then you can have whatever kind of celebration you want.”

That changes his expression, and his eyebrows shoot up and his lips twist into a cheeky devilish smile.

“Oh, now you are on.”

He pulls on his shirt, and the song repeats from the phone on the chair, so I grab it and flick it off.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” he asks as he pulls the chair away from the door. The hallway is dark and empty. Everyone has cleared out for the night, so it will be an easy walk to the showers.

“Unlikely, but it’s probably a good idea we don’t do that again in a room without a proper lock.”

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