All characters are well above the age of consent.
When I say football, I mean what the Americans call "Soccer".
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We barely stumbled into his flat. I clung onto his arm like my life depended on it, shaking with lust while he fumbled with his keys. I had been here but a million times and this time, I thought, this visit tonight would make all the difference.
No sooner had he managed to unlock the door, he pulled me inside, kicked the door shut and shoved me up against it. Our mouths crashed together while he hurriedly turned the key in the lock and dropped the bunch unceremoniously on the floor. Placing his large, warm hands on my arse—my skirt that had already ridden up from all the movement—he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him once again, pressing my core to his. His hips bucked against mine and he groaned into the feverish kiss. I felt heady at his response—the feel of his solidly erect cock against my aching wetness—
God, I wanted him.
My hands found purchase in his hair, a dark copper in the dimly lit sitting area. I threaded my fingers through them and he moved his pelvis roughly against my exposed flesh. He set his hands on the door, on either side of my head for support and broke away momentarily, searching my face, as if wanting confirmation. We waited like that, catching our breaths and breathing in the same humid air of mutual desire, then I cupped his face, brushed my nose past his and kissed him as deep as I could. "Please," I rasped against his wet mouth.
He moaned in response, latching onto my throat sharply. The sound rising from deep within me was muffled by burying my face in his hair, my lips on his forehead and the strong, familiar scent of shampoo.
I realized then that Simon had always smelt rather good, very clean and distinctive. Not in an extravagant fashion but the way a shower and soap smelt distinct, and toothpaste on a sunny morning that reminded you of hot coffee and sunny side-ups, plus that specifically zesty shampoo he seemed to use.
"I have never wanted anyone as much I want you right now" he said suddenly, wrenching me from my thoughts. His voice was deliciously low but had an edgeto it that betrayed a depth of something more. He held me in place with his body pressed against mine and reached underneath me for his belt. I heard the telltale zip of his jeans and felt my eyelids droop.
"Simon," I warned, pulling my top off, "you should know I don't really do rela—" and he shut me up by abruptly slipping into me with a single powerful thrust "—Oh, fuck"
"You were saying?" He answered back cheekily, his breath hot against my lips.
"You should—"I start again, really determined to clarify myself, but he shut me up again, with a searing kiss and a strong thrust, "We've known each other seven years now. I need this..." he said into my ratty t-shirt, his hands underneath it and on my goosefleshed breasts.
"Oh" I gasp. Incoherent. Drowning in the sensation of his surprisingly thick cock angled tightly inside me.
When he pulls away again, trailing a wet path with his tongue across my lower lip and down my throat, he has me in his arms with his cock sliding tighter into me because of my added weight and he's carrying me like that, into his very familiar bedroom.
He then lays me down on my back, pulling my pathetic excuse of a skirt down my legs and dropping it on the floor. I sit up and crawl on my knees to the edge of his bed, patting his hands away and undoing his jeans and pull them down to his knees. His cock is thicker than what I can wrap my hand around and flushed red, curving a little to right, I smell myself on his glistening tip.
When I look him in his eyes with all the heat I can muster, I watch him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing in the long column of his throat. I suddenly want to leave a mark on it, such beautiful skin, I think, so evenly pale and dotted like stars in the sky.
"Do you trust me?" he asks, taking hold of my wrists. The sincerity is his voice catches me off guard and I can only blink stupidly up at him, "You keep asking me that...is there a reason I shouldn't?" I ask in a while.
He flashes me a grin and licks his lips, then leans down and kisses me, his lips sucking in my lower lip in between his teeth and his tongue edging towards mine. "Me. First." he says in my ear pushing me back into bed, running his tongue along its line and nipping the earlobe.
He steps out of his clothes, his cock bobbing in between his legs, he catches me staring at him and smirks again. He's all lean muscles and I think his clothes did him much discredit.
"Like what you see?"
"You're ripped" I return uncreatively.
His grin is mischievous when he replies again. "For your eyes only."
"Right" I say, rolling my eyes, "Now hurry up and come here!"
"So impatient," he breathes, pulling me by my ankles,
