Page 213 of Off the Pitch

You could have cut the tension between us with a spoon as we sat in the back of the taxi heading for Jordan’s place.

The stress of the day, the playfulness between us at dinner, and the raw vulnerability I still felt from opening up swirled together in my chest creating a burning desire to release all my tension. Sex had always been a way to relieve stress for me. There was something about taking a partner apart, making them moan and writhe, and feeling them clench around me as I brought them to climax combined with the rush of my orgasm and the weightless feeling I got afterwards that couldn’t be matched by anything else.

Jordan sat on the other side of the car, determined to keep himself away from me. I understood why, since neither of us wanted to get arrested for indecent exposure in the back of a taxi, but that didn’t mean I liked it.

As soon as the taxi came to a halt, I threw some money at the driver and hustled Jordan out the door. He was shaking with laughter by the time we got to his front door, struggling to pull his keys from his pocket. When I’d first met Jordan, I’d imagined him living somewhere ultra-modern with a million windows and a shiny, stark interior. It had surprised me when I’d first turned up to find an old Edwardian family house with little steps running up to the deep green front door surrounded by lavender bushes. It was almost picturesque. Like everything about Jordan, the reality was different from my first impression. His house was like him—warm and charming.

In the glow of the security light, I reached out and squeezed his ass, groaning at the feel of the firm muscle underneath my hand. Fuck, I’d missed his body.

The door opened and Jordan pulled me inside, slamming it behind us as he pushed me up against the nearest wall. His lips met mine in an explosive kiss that scorched me from the inside out. My hands reached for him, pulling him against me and sliding under his clothes. Jordan gasped as my fingers found his nipples, toying with them as I pushed my tongue into his mouth.

“Fuck. I missed this,” he groaned, stepping back for a second to dump his hoodie then yank his t-shirt over his head, dropping it on the hallway floor. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He reached for my shirt, clever fingers making short work of the buttons. “I fucking love you in shirts.”

I pivoted us, caging him in against the wall. Fuck, I loved kissing him. His lips were soft and full, and they fit so perfectly against mine. I had spent far too much time thinking about his lips while we were apart. His lips and his perfect, clever mouth.

Jordan tugged at my shirt, and I pulled it off, leaving it on the floor with his. Both of us were breathing heavily, and I felt like I was running a marathon. Jordan was leaning against the wall, a coy smile on his lips. I drunk in the sight of him, reminding myself of the soft lines of his pecs and the harder ones of his abs. Pictures had nothing on the real thing.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I used the hand I had on his hip to drag him against me, the other trailing over his soft skin. I kissed him again, slower this time, lazily exploring his mouth with my tongue. His hand held my shoulder, caressing the muscle there.

“You’re the same,” he whispered, as I trailed my lips along his jaw, loving the way he moaned as I ran my tongue down his neck. “Fuck, yes.” He ground his hips up against me, and I felt the length of his erection through his jeans. I groaned as his cock brushed against mine, the barrier of material making me needier.

“Bedroom, or I’m going to fuck you right here.”

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” Jordan moaned, as my hand on his hip slid along to start unbuttoning his jeans. “I’ll put lube and condoms here so you can fuck me as soon as you walk in the door.”

“Fuck yes,” I said, nipping at his collarbone, my fingers brushing over the front of his boxers, teasing his cock and feeling it jump under my touch. “I’d just walk in and bend you over against the wall, slick up your tight hole and fuck you until you scream. I wouldn’t even have to get undressed, just pull my cock out of my jeans and take you.”

“Oh fuck.” Jordan groaned, and his hips bucked up against my hand, chasing my touch. “Fuck, that would be so hot.”

“Yeah?” My own cock throbbed at the idea, and fuck, I needed to be inside Jordan so badly. I slid my fingers away from his dick, loving the way he whimpered, before running them around his hip, pushing his jeans away. He reached down, fumbling for his jeans as I slid my hand across his ass, squeezing his perfect cheeks. “I missed your ass,” I murmured as I pressed little sucking kisses up his neck again. “It’s such a perfect ass. So round and firm and tight. I missed fucking it.”

“Fuck yes. I missed having you inside me.” He groaned. “Need you. Please.”

“Upstairs,” I growled. I stepped back, then chuckled because Jordan looked half-dazed with his jeans around his thighs, and I knew if he tried to move, he was just going to fall over. I helped him push his jeans off, leaving him in just a tiny pair of white boxer briefs that looked so perfect against his dark skin. His cock was already straining against the tight fabric, and I wanted to just pull them off and get my mouth on him, taking him apart until his legs were shaking.

Jordan grabbed my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine and pulled me towards the stairs. I followed him, watching his perfect butt as he climbed, his fingers burning against mine. It was another casually intimate gesture that made my heart skip, fear threatening to encroach on the moment. I pushed it away, focusing on the way Jordan’s fingers felt against mine. His hand slotted into mine like a puzzle piece, as if our hands had been designed to fit together.

We reached the top of the stairs, and Jordan quickly dragged me into his bedroom. His huge bed was half-made in the centre of the room, duvet askew and cushions on the floor. Not that it mattered to me. We were only going to make a mess again.

I pulled him into a kiss at the end of the bed, my arms wrapping around him and bringing him close to me. My tongue pushed into his mouth, and I loved the way he moaned. I wanted to keep kissing him for as long as I could.

His fingers found my jean buttons, making short work of them, and I was infinitely glad I hardly had to stop kissing him as he undressed me. Everything was suddenly slower, a new sweetness there I’d never felt before.

Jordan pulled me onto the bed, and we landed in a heap of limbs. He pushed me onto my back, and I shuffled up the bed so we didn’t roll over and fall off. I’d done that once and nothing ruined the moment more than nearly breaking your neck falling off a bed. He crawled towards me, running his hands over my body, his lips following as he slowly explored every inch of me. I felt more vulnerable than I ever had in my life, and every soft touch, every sweet kiss, made my body feel like a livewire.

I groaned as he sucked on my nipples, pinching them with his teeth before sliding lower. He sucked sharply on my inner thigh, and I knew there would be marks there tomorrow, but I relished the feeling. Men had left marks on me before, and I’d dismissed them as easily and quickly as I’d dismissed the men who’d made them. But this felt different in a way I had no idea how to explain. Not that my brain was functioning. Jordan made sure of that.

His wicked mouth wrapped around my cock, and suddenly I wasn’t even sure what I’d been thinking about. All I could feel was pleasure. Somewhere I heard the click of a bottle opening, and I had to assume Jordan had somehow grabbed the lube since I didn’t remember passing it to him. Jordan groaned around me, his mouth vibrating against my cock, and I moaned, my fingers reaching down to run over his short hair. I wanted to keep him there, just for a moment longer.

I whined as he pulled away, and he chuckled, but for once no smart remark followed. I pulled him in for another kiss before rolling us over. He wrapped himself around me, and fuck, I could kiss him forever. There was something electric between us I’d never experienced before. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once. I wondered if Jordan felt it too and whether it was threatening to overwhelm him in the same way. It made me want to run, but simultaneously I wanted to sink deeper into the feeling, revelling in it for all time.

“I need you,” Jordan gasped, breaking away, his eyes heavy with want. “Please, Félix.”

“Need you too.” I looked around blindly, suddenly aware that I needed a condom when a foil packet appeared in front of my face. Both of us chuckled, and it eased the tension slightly.

“There’s this too, if you want it,” he said, handing me the bottle of lube.

“Aren’t you prepared?” I said with a smirk, unwrapping the condom and rolling it on, adding a little lube and throwing the bottle out of the way.

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