“Oh yeah!” I scream and turn to him.
He’s a few meters behind me, pushing his tongue to the roof of his mouth and placing his hands on his hips.
“Let’s start with something small. Your shirt, please, baby,” I say and smile as he reaches for the hem of it.
“Usually, people start with a shoe or a sock,” he reminds me, but he doesn’t have to. I’m well aware of how these things are supposed to go, but I want his torso naked and exposed to me, even if it may distract me.
He does as I instructed, his trained body only covered by a pair of shorts now. My eyes dip to the dusting of hair leading from his belly button all the way into his boxers, and I run my fingers down its path as he steps in front of me. His chest is rising and falling against mine, adrenaline shooting through us from anticipation and excitement.
“Alright then, let’s play this your way,” he says before taking the ball from me and moving backward.
Since the whole field would be too big for two people, we stay close to the goal we’re nearest to. He’s so quick now, I can barely keep up with him before he scores, and I lean my head back to groan.
“Shit,” I mumble and reach for my shoes to take them off, knowing full well he will complain.
“I don’t think so, Nevaeh. Shirt, please,” he says softly, but I simply stay where I am, lifting my hands to signal for him to remove it.
“If you want it off, take it off yourself.” A sinfully dirty smile spreads across his face.
“You make me take it off, and I don’t think I could stop myself from removing more. The choice is yours,” he says, and I chuckle, lifting the shirt over my head.
His eyes fixate on my breasts instantly, giving me time to snatch the ball from him and step away from the goal just enough to aim properly. Adrian takes the ball from me, sending us into a battle that lasts God knows how long.
By the time I’m completely out of breath, we’re both only wearing our underwear. Adrian and I stand in front of each other now, the ball under my barefoot while I try to calm my heart rate. Sweat drips down his body. His defined hands catch my attention more than they should. His long fingers run over the sides of his boxers for a moment, and, suddenly, my eyes fixate on his bulge, which tightens the fabric around his hard cock.
Everything inside of me is drawn to him, to get either on top or under him, rub against him before he pushes inside of me.
“Focus,mon ange, unless you want to lose,” he reminds me, and I clear my throat to push away my horny thoughts but winning doesn’t seem to matter anymore.
Fucking him does.
I run toward him with the intention of “slipping” right in front of him, which works perfectly, bringing both of us onto the grass, him on top of me.
“I really hope they clean this grass between matches,” I say when I realize how much the players sweat and spit on the grass.
It’s a strange thought to cross my mind with him enveloping my body like this, but I can’t help myself.
Adrian chuckles, the vibrations coming off his chest and going through me.
“They just put in completely new grass to prepare for the restart of the season. I made sure of it. We’re the first people to be on here,” he says, his lips moving closer to mine. His eyes lift toward the goal before he smiles down at me. “The ball is over the line,” he adds, his voice barely more than a whisper. I reach for the waistband of his boxers.
“Then you should probably take off your underwear,” I say, bringing my hands to his arms on either side of me. He’s not close enough for my liking.
“Are you sure?” he asks, kissing me once before leaning back.
“Don’t you want to?”
“Of course I do,” he replies, so I reach for his cock and start palming him through his boxers. “Oh fuck,” he moans so loudly, a wave of excitement courses through me in an instant. “Nevaeh—shit.” Adrian’s voice is riddled with pleasure, encouraging me to keep going, to keep hearing him. “Nevaeh, stop, please,” he says, and I let go of him.
“I’m sorry, I thought—” He cuts me off by placing his lips on mine and taking my hands to pin them over my head.
“You thought right, but I won’t last long if you play first,” he says, grinding his cock against my covered clit.
My back arches off the uncomfortable, prickly ground as a moan leaves my lips. He restrains my hands by pressing my wrists into the ground, but it excites me. I’m under his control, and, fuck, it feels good.
Adrian rubs against me again, sending shivers down my spine and arms and anywhere else they can reach.
“Fuck, Nevaeh,” he moans, and my eyes open to see his lips parted to form a small O-shape. His eyes are on my face, burning my cheeks in the best way. I lift my head off the ground to bring my mouth to his.
