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“Fuck no.” I duck my head and slowly start pressing kisses all the way down his chest, sliding my hands down to the waistband of his joggers.
“Wait, I scored the goal,” Tom reminds me, his voice a little strained. “What if I want to celebrate by suckingyourdick?”
Well, there’s an idea. I grind my erection into his thigh to try and feel some relief, prompting Tom to let out a soft groan.
I glance up at him, waggling my eyebrows as an even more brilliant idea hits me. “We could suck each other at the same time? I’d love to sixty-nine with you.” I am such a fucking genius. I wonder if there’s a Nobel Prize for being really smart when you’re horny?
“Sit on my face. Now,” Tom commands, his voice all low and growly.?
I don’t need to be told twice. I scramble as quick as I can to do what he says, accidentally elbowing him in the kidney in my rush to get my boxer briefs off.Oops.Well he has another one.
I manoeuvre myself around so I can straddle his shoulders, positioning my arse right in his face as requested. Then I lean over him so my face is right in front of his dick, and I take a long deep inhale.
Fuck, he smells good.
I ignore his hard dick for the moment and start lapping at his balls. He lets out a grunt before grabbing a hold of my hips and burying his face in my arse.
Fuck yes.
Bloody hell, this man has a talented tongue. I press my arse into his face and continue to tease his balls. They taste amazing. Everything Tom. It makes my cock weep and throb with need.
I need his dick in my mouth right now.?
Tom has the same idea and he cants my hips, finally putting his mouth on my dick. Fuck, I love this. I’m so full of him, my mouth stretched wide around his hard length.
I duck down further and take him deeper, groaning around him as he slurps and sucks my own cock, sliding a finger between my cheeks and gently pressing at my hole.
Blackness clouds the edge of my vision as pleasure rolls over me and brings me so close to the edge. I’ve lost all finesse now. It’s probably the sloppiest, messiest blow job I’ve ever given, but judging by the way Tom’s thrusting up into my mouth and groaning around my cock, he seems to be enjoying it.
I suck harder, swallow him deeper, determined to get him off first. His cock is slick with my spit and his pre-cum and I know I’m not going to be able to last much longer.
“Milligan passes it to Sexton who passes it to Whitford. Whitford goes around Gomez and GOOOOAAAAAL. Tom Whitford scores for Croydon Pride…”
I miss the rest of the commentary as my orgasm crashes over me and my cum pours down Tom’s throat. My arms and legs feel like jelly but I’m not about to leave him hanging, so while Tom is making sure he cleans away every last drop of my cum, I hollow out my cheeks and hoover his dick.
My cock slips from his mouth as he comes with a shout. He tastes incredible, like always.
I manage to turn back around before collapsing on top of him again, our chests heaving.?
“Did you really just come because I scored a goal?” Even though I’m not looking at him, I can hear the smile in his voice.?
“It was top bins. The corner of the net, babe. How is that not sexy as fuck? I’m sure I’m not the only one getting off to that this morning.”?
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my sweaty hair. “You’re such a weirdo sometimes. In the best way, though.”
“I’m not weird, I’m unique,” I clarify.
“That definitely sums things up. What do you want to—” The sound of his phone ringing cuts him off. “What the fuck?” he growls as he reaches past me to grab it from the coffee table. “Archie, when did you change my ringtone to TLC?”
I grin at him. “The first opportunity I had.” I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages. For a professional athlete, however, Tom doesn’t seem to get many phone calls. I guess most people prefer to deal with him through text.
He gives an exasperated shake of his head before answering the call. “What? Yeah. Fuck. Do I have to?” He listens for a moment longer, his face growing darker before he finally lets out a huff of resignation, his hand thrusting through his hair. “Fucking hell. Fine, I’ll be there in half an hour.” He ends the call and chucks his phone back onto the coffee table. Andthat’swhy people prefer to text. “That was my agent,” he tells me. “I’m meant to be at some sponsorship thing right now.”
“Ugh, fine, I’ll walk out with you,” I say, starting to get up before Tom stops me.?
“Don’t.” He cups my jaw. “This thing should only be a few hours and then I’ll be back. And when I am, I want you naked and ready for me.”
He pulls me to him and attacks my mouth with vigour, making my dick start to perk up again. I fucking love that I can taste myself on his lips.
