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Tom doesn’t seem to mind the word vomit, though. He offers a wry smile, his brows creeping up in obvious curiosity. “Just how many posters of me are there?”
“Oh, you know…a few,” I say with a shrug. “There might be one of those big ones pinned to my ceiling. You’ve watched me wanking on many occasions.”?
A teasing smirk touches his lips. “I think I’m going to enjoy seeing it in person.”
“Oh yeah, me too.” I lean forward, pressing another kiss to his lips. “But…can we go back to yours now?” I pointedly look down at my already hardening cock.
“Yeah, we can come back to mine,” he says with a chuckle. Then his expression turns rueful. “And I promise I won’t run off in a panic this time.”
I grin at him. “Well, that’s good to know.” I’m curious as fuck to know what caused that mad dash out of his house last night, because clearly, if the past half hour is any indication, he didn’t take offence to me kissing him. I’ll have to shelve that mystery for later, though; right now we need to get out of here before any of the maintenance guys come in and catch us.
With that in mind, I turn the shower off and bend over to pick up Tom’s clothes for him.
He lets out a long groan.
I look over my shoulder and see him staring at my hole and tugging on his dick, which is already rock hard again. And this is the bloke who thinks he’s too old for me? Yeah, right. Looks like I’m the one who’s going to have trouble keeping up withhim.
I give my arse a little wiggle and stand upright, throwing a bright grin over my shoulder. “Come on Tank Engine, let’s get back to yours.”?
We ring out as much water from his clothes as we can, and find him some spare kit before heading to his car.?
My whole body feels like it’s vibrating with need. I’m really fucking hoping this isn’t a one-time deal. And I really want to know what he meant when he said there are things we need to talk about. What things? Surely if we need to talk about things it means he wants this to continue beyond tonight? Right?
I’m going to grab it with both hands if that’s the case?.
Because he’s not just Tom Whitford, football player, star of my childhood fantasies. He’s Tom Whitford, my friend. Tom Whitford, the guy I’m crushing on. The guy who’s even sexier now I know him, Tom Whitford.
The drive to Tom’s place feels excruciatingly long, even with him driving well over the speed limit. Fortunately, we’re not pulled over, and we don’t crash, and we manage to make it to his place before my dick explodes. Wins all round.
We park in the garage again, same as last night. Tom unlocks the door that leads into the house and gestures for me to go through.
“So—”
He doesn’t give me a chance to word vomit all over the silence of his hallway, instead pushing me up against the wall and crashing his mouth against mine. The feel of his lips, the taste of him, it’s intoxicating. I never want this to end, but at the same time I need his dick inside me…now.?
“Bedroom?” I gasp out.
He doesn’t bother saying anything, just kisses me back and starts leading me through his house, beyond the familiar turn off for the kitchen.
I see nothing.
Just him.
I’m vaguely aware that there are walls, and a floor, and probably furniture. But none of that matters right now.
Before I know it, we’re in his bedroom, stripping out of our clothes. And then he’s pushing me onto the bed. This time, unlike in the shower, I take a moment to fully appreciate just how sexy he is. And this time he actually lets me.
His gorgeous, lightly tanned skin is wrapped around lean muscles I know are full of power. It’s making me harder than I thought possible just knowing he’ll be driving into me with the same powerful body that’s made him a legend on the pitch.
“You like what you see?” Tom asks with a teasing smirk.
I don’t answer him, but I do decide to put on a bit of a show. I stick two fingers into my mouth making sure I get them nice and wet. I slowly open my legs wide and gently press my fingers to my hole.
His gaze is locked on my arse, the lust in his eyes spurring me on.
I pump one digit slowly before adding another after a couple of minutes.?
I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips. It feels so good, and the fact that he’s watching me do it makes it even better. His eyes don’t leave my fingers, so I slow down, dragging them out of my hole.
