Page 92 of Forever Offsides

We morph into easy conversation. The kind we used to have over text. The kind that’s us talking and learning and nothing extra. We clean up the kitchen together, still compromised on music. But the moment my hip pushes his dishwasher closed, and it starts up with a whirl, I’m whisked off my feet and straight into his arms.

He smiles at me, and my heart leaps in my chest, but there’s a darkness to his blue eyes that makes my belly flutter too.

It’s hard to think about what we’re doing as wrong. Especially when everything about him feels so right.

We’re both adults. We’re both single. I’m not a teenager, so the age gap, while not ideal, isn’t exactly inappropriate. But more than that, we liked each other before we knew who the other was. There’s so much to be said for that, and with it, it’s skewing my thoughts and mentality on this.

But it’s still wrong, and I have no clue how we’ll explain it to anyone when the time comes. If the time comes.

He dives in to kiss me, but I dodge his advance and wiggle out of his arms. He gives me a curious look, and I wink at him as I turn around and go toward his stairs. The hoodie comes off first, followed by the sweatpants, leaving a trail behind me.

I hear him at the base of the stairs, and I know he’s looking up my shirt as I ascend. I know he can see a glimpse of bare ass beneath his T-shirt. He exhales sharply when I lean forward ever so slightly, and with long, heavy strides, his chest is at my back by the time I reach the top step.

He forces me against the hallway wall, my hands up on either side of my head, and my cheek pressed against it. I barely manage a breath before my shirt is ripped up over my head and I’m completely naked for him.

He must have ripped off his shirt at some point too because his bare chest is tickling my back with all his weight pushing on me, but I don’t care. It feels so good, his heat such a juxtaposition against the cold wall. His mouth is by my ear, and he’s panting so hard. It’s heady, and it’s making me high. His smell is only adding to that.

“I’m going to fuck you quick and hard. So hard,” he adds almost as if it’s a warning, and I shiver at the promise. “Then I’m going to take my time with you in my bed.”

I gulp when I feel his track pants slide down his body.

“Everyone can say whatever they like, but we lost the game today because I was thinking about this.” His fingers rub my pussy. “I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

I rock into him. “You can have it whenever you want now, Coach.”

He groans against my ear as he pushes two fingers into me. I close my eyes and moan, squirming against how thick and long his fingers are. My palms press harder into the wall as heat coasts over me. My clit throbs, and my nipples rub against the wall, desperate for friction.

“Were you this wet all evening?”

I nod, unable to form words with the way his fingers are fucking into me and pushing right on my front wall. His feet shift mine farther apart, and his fingers slip out of me only to be replaced by the blunt head of his cock.

“Hold on.”

“To what?” I half joke.

“The wall,” he rasps in my ear just as he slams himself inside of me. And yeah, I need to hold on to the wall or at least press my hands harder into it. His hand wraps around my throat, and he pulls my face back with it, turning my head and kissing me as he pounds into me with abandon. His hand stays on my throat, his other on my hip, which he uses to pull me back so he can slice me onto him as he thrusts forward.

“Jesus,” I hiss. “God, Rhett.”

I’m so full of him I feel him everywhere. He doesn’t give me time to adjust to his size. He starts a relentless pace that makes words impossible. I’m only moans and whimpers and desperate cries. I lift my right leg up onto my tiptoes and angle it farther out, bending my knee as much as I can to give him a deeper angle. And fuck me sideways, it works. Holy shit.

He’s everywhere, his chest against my back, his pants and rough grunts by my ear and over my cheek and lips, his hand on my throat, his other gripping my hip, his taste and smell consuming. He’s consuming.

All the while, his cock slides in and out of me.

He controls how my body moves and fucks him back.

I’m getting pounded, totally at his mercy, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.

My orgasm builds, growing stronger. His hips smack into my ass, a constant slap, slap, slap while his cock jabs at my front wall, right at that spot that’s already making me see stars.

“Are you going to gush for me again?” he breathes in my ear. “Cover my cock with your sweet cum?”

Oh god. I’m so close. So fucking close. I can’t even respond. That’s how close I am.

“I come so fucking hard when I feel it. Your pussy is like magic. It’s so fucking good.”

His hand on my throat slides down my body. He gropes my tits and pinches my nipple, but he doesn’t linger. Greedy fingers continue south until they find my slick clit and rub it in tight, fast circles that go in time with his dick nailing me so hard I swear, he’ll break me in half.