Page 194 of Off the Pitch

Félix

This was madness. Absolute fucking madness.

I had no idea what the fuck had possessed me to ask Jordan if I could keep in touch with him while I was out of the country. I was going to completely blame my dick for this one. It was the easiest option.

It had been last night, after two rounds of amazing sex when we’d crashed out on his bed, covered in sweat and cum. I’d mentioned I’d be leaving London in the morning, heading off to New York for some business meetings and then to LA for more of the same. Hopefully with some downtime in between, since I’d been working more hours lately than I cared to. Attempting to set up some sort of environmental fund was more challenging than I’d anticipated, but for once, I was almost enjoying the hands-on approach I was having to take.

There had been a tiny moment when Jordan’s face had fallen, as if he was upset I was leaving and that this was it between us. I hadn’t been able to stop myself from asking him if I could keep in touch. Not for any particular purpose, but there’d been an unmistakable lead weight in my chest when I’d seen his face fall, and something else had flickered painfully, like I’d been pinched, at the thought of never speaking to him again. Never listening to him moan and whimper when I got him right on the edge. Never feeling him tighten around me as I fucked his orgasm out of him. Never seeing him smile blissfully afterwards. Or hearing him laugh as he teased me.

So I’d asked him. And he’d smiled and said yes.

The lead weight in my chest had lessened slightly after that.

Fucking hell. What was I doing?

I was breaking all my own rules. Rules I’d specifically put in place to protect myself, and here I was, ignoring all of them for some guy with a cute smile and a fantastic butt.

And now I was sitting in an airport lounge with nothing but my thoughts for company while I waited for my flight.

What the fuck was I doing?

I sighed.

Still… just because I’d asked Jordan about it, didn’t mean I had to follow through. I didn’t have to text him. I could just delete his number and pretend I’d changed my mind. We both knew this was nothing serious, and it wasn’t as if I didn’t know where to find him if I decided I wanted to see him again.

Then again, just turning up and expecting Jordan to fall into my lap would be a dick move. He was better than that, and I had too much respect for him to expect him to wait for me. I had to make a decision either way—stay in touch with Jordan or cut all ties now.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, thinking about distracting myself with one of the brightly coloured puzzle games I kept on there for whenever I was bored. Constant international travel wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, and there were only so many in-flight movies I could watch before I wanted a distraction. Maybe I should read more books. That would probably be better than watching whatever first class had on offer.

My screen flashed in front of me, Jordan’s name scrolling across the top of it. I grinned as I flicked the message stream open, unable to stop a little chuckle escaping my lips as I read.

JordanI’m still sore from last night, training is going to fucking kill me today!!

JordanWorth it though ;)

JordanHave a safe flight btw

JordanLet me know if you need entertaining ;)

FélixOh? How would you do that?

JordanIdk. Nudes? I could tell you about the sexy dream I had

FélixClearly I didn’t fuck you hard enough if you had sex dreams

Jordanlol well maybe I was dreaming about you fucking me?!

FélixWere you?

JordanMaybe…

FélixDon’t be a tease

FélixOr next time I see you I’ll spank your ass until you’re red and writhing

I didn’t even know what had prompted me to say that. I’d been too caught up in Jordan’s teasing. Although, now that I thought about it, it was a delicious idea, and he’d made such sweet noises when I’d gently spanked him last night while I fucked him. His ass jiggled beautifully when I spanked it, his hole tightening around me as he gripped the sheets in his hands and begged for it harder.

Shit. This was not the place to be thinking about that. I’d gotten distracted and forgotten where I was. Shaking my head, I looked around the first-class lounge I was in, trying to find something boring to distract myself. But it was no good. My phone flashed again, and I couldn’t stop myself from looking.

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