Page 126 of Off the Pitch

Hugo’s arms were wrapped tightly around me, his fingers caressing my back, our legs tangled together. I shifted slightly, trying to adjust my position because I felt a tiny bit precarious, and the last thing I wanted was for us to fall off the sofa. That would be highly un-sexy, and at least one of us would probably hurt something. Hugo groaned as I shifted, slotting neatly between his legs, and I could feel his hard cock pressed against my hip.

Well… that was interesting.

It wasn’t as if I’d never felt Hugo’s erection—morning wood was a thing after all—but after the first time it had happened, and Hugo had apologised while I’d blushed stupidly because I couldn’t think of anything to say, we’d never really acknowledged it. I’d told him it didn’t make me uncomfortable, and that I understood biology, although I wasn’t quite sure if that had been the right thing to say. But this had been the first time I thought it had happened while we kissed. And it sent a shiver of delight through me, knowing that I had caused that. Knowing that I could do that to him.

Would it be odd to say that it made me feel wanted? Desired?

Perhaps with other people it would have made me uncomfortable, but this was Hugo, and I’d never felt the way I did about him with anyone else.

“Sorry,” Hugo said, breaking into my thoughts and pushing up as if he wanted to stop, and I really, really didn’t want that to happen.

“No, no it’s fine,” I said, leaning down to kiss him again. “It’s fine. I… I like that I can do that to you.”

“Oh?” Hugo grinned, gently rolling his hips against me and sending little sparks dancing through me.

“Yes,” I said. “Can I keep kissing you?”

“Of course,” he said, one hand sliding up my back and tangling into my hair, drawing me down to him. He nipped at my lip, his tongue teasing mine, and I couldn’t resist him. I rolled my hips, grinding down against him. It was less of a surprise to me that I was hard, my cock aching in my jeans, and my body reveling in the new sensations currently flooding it.

Hugo groaned against my lips as I pressed against him, circling my hips against his and rubbing our erections together. The sound was music to my ears, fanning the flames of desire inside me. I did it again, harder this time, my kisses rougher as I ground against him, and I gasped as Hugo bucked up against me, whimpering.

“Do you like that?” I asked, leaning down to tease at his ear with my lips.

“Yes,” he said, nodding fervently as he spoke.

“Good,” I said. “I want to make you feel good.”

I lifted myself up so I could look into his beautiful eyes, already wide with desire, his lips plush and pink where I’d nipped and kissed them. I’d never seen anyone look as gorgeous as Hugo did in that moment.

I leant down and kissed him again, our bodies pressed together. I had no idea what I wanted; all I knew was that I needed to keep kissing him. I needed to feel his body against mine.

Hugo lifted his hips and pushed up against me as his arms wrapped around me pulling me down. I lost myself in endless kisses, tracing his lips, his jaw and his neck with my mouth as we ground against each other, faster and harder with every minute.

I didn’t know whether this was enough, whether Hugo wanted more, whether I was even doing the right thing. But Hugo’s breathless whimpers and the way he dragged me back to his mouth suggested I couldn’t be going far wrong.

Perhaps I should have wanted more, or at least considered removing some clothing, but for now, this was enough for me. A step forward into the unknown and even though it was amazing, the idea ofmorewas slightly terrifying.

All I knew was that I needed Hugo underneath me, and I needed to keep pulling those delicious sounds from deep within him.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” Hugo said, throwing his head back as he thrust up against me. “Shit, shit, oh fuck!”

I pulled back, looking down at him and raising my eyebrow. Hugo’s face was flushed a deep pink, lips swollen and chest heaving. “Are you okay?” I said. “Did I do something wrong?”

“N-no,” Hugo said, not looking at me and shifting uncomfortably. “No, it’s not you… I, um, I came.”

“Oh,” I said. Was that a bad thing? “Is that bad? I thought people enjoyed having orgasms.” I sat back and Hugo slithered out from underneath me, grimacing slightly as he moved. I assumed cooling spunk in your underwear wasn’t a pleasant experience.

“It’s not bad… it’s just, it’s a little embarrassing… I mean I haven’t done that since I was fourteen and making out with my first boyfriend after school.” Hugo chuckled, his face turning a lovely shade of beetroot.

“Well, I don’t think it’s such a terrible thing,” I said as I leant in and kissed him. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like being able to do these things to you. I’m just sorry I didn’t give you the chance to get undressed.”

“Hey, hey. I said we’d take it at your pace, and I meant it,” Hugo said. “I guess I just haven’t felt this good about a partner in years. I mean…” He’d trailed off, but I knew what he meant.

“Hate sex isn’t what it’s cracked up to be on the internet, then?” I chuckled, scooting across the sofa to snuggle into his side.

“Not really. I don’t think it was even hate sex in the end, just more a convenient release.” He looked down at me. “Sorry, this is probably weird for us to talk about.”

“I’d much rather we talk about it than ignore it all together,” I said. “I don’t want to pretend Hélène didn’t exist or that your past didn’t happen.”

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