Page 146 of Floored By Love

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “What do you think?” I gestured to the mess.

Luke grabbed my hand and licked at the cum before sucking each finger clean. I was still hard, and that would certainly keep it that way.

I felt Luke ease out of me. I couldn’t help but flutter my eyes in ecstasy at the sensation.

“Good thing you used a sex sheet. You made a mess.”

“We made a mess,” I said, pulling him down for a kiss. “Let’s shower.”

* * *

“Plans for today?” Luke asked, the sunrise peeking through the curtains.

The sex sheet was in the corner. We lay together naked, snuggling under the comforter.

“Not sure. After being deflowered by the men’s gymnastics all-around Olympic gold medalist, I don’t think I can top that.”

“Well, you’ve topped it before.”

“I knew you'd say that.”

“Hey, we’re naked, in bed, and had mind-blowing sex last night. If now isn’t the right time for sex puns, when is?”

“Fair enough. I bet I’ll be hungry here soon. Maybe we can go make a snack? Or Yelp has something good nearby?”

I reached over to the nightstand for my phone. I scrolled through the places suggested under comfort food.

“Ooh, Sticky Buns sounds interesting.”

“Sounds like we just had that.”

I smacked Luke’s chest. “You don’t want a cinnamon roll then?”

“I do love a good cinnamon roll. Do they have delivery, or are we getting dressed?”

“Let’s go out. We can call Bret. Maybe he can get us tickets to something today?”

Luke and I ended up at the men’s soccer gold medal match. Argentina versus Germany. It was technically the men’s football gold medal match, but to me, football was what Zephyrus played. At least Americans weren’t the only ones. My curiosity made me google it. Australia and most of South Africa called it soccer as well.

The atmosphere in the enormous stadium was electric. There were easily sixty thousand people here. The biggest crowd I had performed gymnastics in front of was maybe close to twenty thousand.

I could barely hear Luke next to me, so I ended up wrapping my arm around his shoulder, which pulled us closer together. When I wanted to talk, I turned and spoke directly into Luke’s ear, and he did the same.

“It’s like a team of Lukes versus a team of Cams,” Luke said.

We were in the third row, close to one of the goals. The players were close enough that I could admit he was kind of right. “You’re still cuter than any of them.”

One of Argentina’s strikers got taken down from behind by a German defender, and somehow his shorts were pulled down in the process. The ref blew the whistle immediately. Picking themselves off the ground, they both went over to complain. The striker left his shorts at his ankles. I assumed he was making a statement, but it just gave me more time to stare at his skimpy white briefs and the prodigious bulge inside.

“Except maybe that guy,” I said, as he lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, revealing a ripped torso.

Luke shoved me. “If I knew soccer was clothing optional, I would’ve become a fan a long time ago.”

“Maybe they’re rivals and have a secret romance, and this match is just a huge buildup of sexual tension.”

“That could never happen.”

“I don’t think it’s that much of a stretch. We happened.”