Volume 1, Chapter 5: Ninety Minutes In My Bed
I’d barely shut the door of my apartment behind me when I turned and found Javier’s face inches from mine. Hood off now, eyes burning into me, lips parted like he’d been holding back all night and couldn’t anymore. For a second, I froze, stunned at how sudden it was, how different he looked up close without the safety of shadows or distance. Then he was on me.
He pushed me back against the door, his body hard against mine, his grip firm as his tongue slid deep into my mouth. I let out a muffled gasp, half shocked at how forward he was, half melting into him because I wanted it so badly. His hand came up around my throat, not squeezing hard, but just enough that I felt the weight of his control, the reminder that I was giving in to him. My knees weakened instantly.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you,” he murmured against my lips, voice low, rough with hunger.
I gasped again, wide-eyed, struggling to catch my breath. “Uhm - Javier -you have no clue how badly I’ve wanted this… wanted you. All my life.” My voice cracked with the confession, but I didn’t care.
He laughed, a deep, short sound, as he pulled back just enough to look at me. His smile was dangerous, confident, like he already knew how I would submit for him. He tugged his hoodie up and off, tossed it aside without looking, then bent to kick off his shoes.
His fingers were already at his jeans, yanking them open like he couldn’t stand another second in them.
“Now you have me,” he said, smirking, peeling the denim down his legs until he stood in nothing but his underwear, the thick outline of his cock straining hard against the fabric. He stepped closer again, pressing it against me so I felt every inch through the heat of his underwear. His eyes burned into mine as he whispered, “All of me is yours tonight.”
And there he was; Javier, the man I’d crushed on for years, standing in my apartment, hard in his underwear, his hands already tearing at my clothes. My chest tightened as his lips found my neck, sucking, biting, claiming, while his grip dug into my hips. Every second of hesitation from earlier was gone. This wasn’t a dream anymore.
He didn’t even give me time to think. Without breaking the kiss, he held me by the wrist and walked me straight down the short hall until we hit the bedroom. His hands were everywhere, tugging, pulling, taking. By the time we stumbled in, both of us were stripped down to our underwear, our clothes scattered in the trail behind us.
He guided me down onto the mattress, climbing over me, his mouth crashing onto mine again. His weight pinned me into the bed, and I let him, arching under him, my hands automatically sliding up his back like I was terrified he’d slip away. He kissed like a man starved, his tongue pushing into me, sucking on my bottom lip hard enough to sting.
Then he pulled back just for a second, breathless, his eyes darting around the room and stopping when he spotted it.
A poster of him on my wall. The shirtless one.
His laugh came low and rough, mixed with the sound of his heavy breathing.
“Awww… cute Noah,” he teased, flashing that cocky grin I’d seen a million times in photos, but never this close. His hips rolled against mine, his bulge grinding into me deliberately, making me gasp. “Big fan, huh?”
I turned red, swallowing hard, but I couldn’t stop myself from whispering, “The biggest.”
His hand reached for my throat and his grip around it tightened just enough to make me feel his control, not enough to scare me, but enough to make my body obey. My eyes fluttered shut as he leaned down, his breath hot on my face. “Yeah, boy? You’re gonna show me how big of a fan you really are?” he growled, his voice vibrating through my chest.
I moaned out a desperate “yes,” barely able to get it out past his grip. The sound made him smirk. He released my throat slowly, sliding his hand down over my chest like he was mapping me out. “Ahh, what a beautiful, perfect boy,” he muttered, almost like he was in awe, even while the lust in his eyes burned hotter than ever.
In one swift move, his strong legs shifted and he straddled me, knees on either side of my ribs, climbing higher until he was seated right on my chest. My heart pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it. His crotch hovered just inches from my face, the thick bulge in his underwear stretching the fabric tight. He tilted his head, cocky and sure, and asked low, “You want this, Noah?”
I didn’t even try to hide how much I did. I pressed my nose against the heat of his bulge, inhaling, moaning shamelessly at how strong and musky he smelled. The sound made his jaw flex, and then he chuckled, running his hand through my hair.
“Good boy,” he praised, his voice dripping with approval.
Then, slow and deliberate, he hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled his cock out. It sprang free, thick and heavy 8 inches, slapping against my cheek with a wet, teasing sound that made me gasp.
I didn’t hesitate. My tongue darted out, tracing the length of him from the base where his balls tightened, dragging all the way up the thick vein until I reached his tip. The taste of him hit my tongue, salty, hot, real. My lips parted and I pushed down, taking him into my mouth without needing to be told.
“Ahhh, fuck, boy,” he groaned, his head tilting back, the grip in my hair tightening as his cock filled my mouth. “You’re so eager. I like it.”
His fingers tangled hard in my hair, tugging my head back just enough to make my throat stretch before shoving me down again. His cock slid deeper, heavy and hot, my lips stretched around him as spit pooled and dribbled from the corners of my mouth. I gagged softly, but he didn’t let up, if anything, he pushed harder, groaning low in his chest.
“Yeah, that’s it Noah,” he growled, hips snapping forward.
“Good fucking boy. Taking it so good for your favourite footballer.”
I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him curse as he pulled me all the way off, strings of spit connecting my lips to his swollen tip. Precum smeared my mouth as he tapped his cock against my tongue, my cheek, my lips, messy ands hameless.
He grinned down at me, chest heaving, then dragged his cock across my lips again before pushing back in. I opened wide, letting him fill me, my throat already raw but hungry for more. His grip tightened in my hair as he set a rough rhythm, hips pounding forward, the slap of skin against my face loud and wet with spit. I moaned around him, desperate, the sound muffled by his thickness sliding deep.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” he groaned, breath catching as I gagged and swallowed around him.
Hearing my idol praise my oral skills made me moan harder, my eyes flicking up to him, and he smirked, thrusting harder like he wanted to prove a point. Drool ran down my chin, but the way he kept praising me turned every sloppy sound into something hotter.
“You like watching all those games, huh? Sitting there in the stands, thinking about me fucking your throat?” His voice broke into a low growl as he fucked my mouth deeper, holding my face still with both hands now. “Thinking about my cock in your mouth every time I scored a goal?”
I whimpered around him, throat convulsing, tears brimming in my eyes as I nodded the best I could. My moan vibrated against him, and he cursed again, hips stuttering.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, pushing until his tip hit the back of my throat, making me choke and swallow. “Best damn fan I’ve ever had. Taking my cock better than anyone ever could.”
He pulled his cock out of my mouth suddenly, spit and precum trailing down my chin as I gasped for air. My lips felt swollen, wet, ruined, and he just stared like he couldn’t get enough. “You’re taking me so fucking good, Noah,” he groaned, the praise hitting harder than the way his hands had gripped my hair.
Before I could even answer, he leaned down and caught my mouth in a hot, desperate and passionate kiss. His tongue pushed against mine, tasting himself on my lips, and when he pulled back he breathed, “Fuck… your lips are so soft.”
He pressed more kisses down my neck, teeth scraping lightly before he nibbled at my ear. His breath was hot and rough when he whispered, “You really are my biggest fan, huh? I wanna fuck you like I score a winning goal; hard, messy, and unforgettable.”
I let out a shaky laugh, still breathless from the kiss. “If you fuck me like you play, Javier… then I’m never walking again.” My voice cracked with both nerves and heat, and the way his beautiful eyes darkened made my whole body spark.
He didn’t waste a second. He turned me over on the bed, strong veiny hands pressing into my hips as he yanked my underwear down. The cool air hit me, and I heard the way his breath caught. “Holy fuck, Noah,” he groaned, dragging the fabric down my thighs until it pooled around my ankles, dangling for a moment before he ripped it free and tossed it on the floor. His hand came down to spread me, thumb brushing over the curve of my ass. “Your ass is as round as a soccer ball. I swear to God…” His voice cracked into a curse, like he was falling apart just staring.
The mattress dipped as he climbed over me, chest pressing to my back, his cock sliding between my cheeks, thick and hot and dripping. He kissed the back of my neck, soft and sweet, a shocking contrast to the way his hips rolled with aching need.
“I want to fuck you so bad Noah. You have no idea.”
I moaned and pushed back against him, my voice breaking. “Then take me. Score your goal, Javier. I’m all yours.”
That was all it took. He lined up, pressing his cock at my hole and with a groan that sounded more like worship than lust, he sank in slow, stretching me wide. My gasp turned into a moan, face pressed into the sheets, while he buried himself deeper.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he panted, kissing the back of my shoulder. “So fucking tight…”
My ass clenched around him, straining to stretch open even more. His breath hitched, voice rough in my ear. “Ahh, Noah… it’s like your ass has been waiting for me all this time.”
My whole body shivered as I pushed back against him, greedy for every inch of this famous footballer’s cock.
“Your cock feels heavenly Javier, aaah- fuck” I moaned, turning my head enough to catch his lips when he leaned down to kiss me again. His tongue tangled with mine, sloppy and hungry, while his hips began to move; long and deep strokes that made me cry out each time his cock hit my prostate.
“Noah,” he groaned into my ear, voice breaking. “I’m so glad I met you.”
I clutched at the sheets, my body shaking as every thrust tore another whimper from me. “Keep going… don’t stop… Javier, I can’t believe this is happening. I never once in my life would’ve imagined—ahh, ahh, fuck—” my voice cracked as his cock hit deeper, making me bury my face in the pillow.
Javier kissed the back of my neck, then lower to my shoulder, dragging his lips across my skin while his hips slammed into me. He let out a low, needy sound, “mmhmm, yes…” like he was savoring every second inside me.
I gasped out, “Would’ve never imagined… the man on my bedroom poster, the guy
I used to just dream of meeting actually fucking me like this…”
His arms slid under me, one hand curling around my chest to pull me tight against him, the other trailing down to grab my ass. His breath was ragged against my ear.
“Baby… I see the way you admire me. The way you notice my work, the sketch you made for me…”
“Ahh—fuck, ahh,” he moaned, thrusts growing harder, rougher, like he was trying to push those words deeper into me. “It means so much you’d do that for me.”
I cried out, voice breaking. “Anything for you, Javier. I—I love… I like you. A lot.
You’re the hottest man I’ve ever… ever seen -- ahh, ahh, fuck.”
He smiled against my back, his hips stuttering, shivers running through his body. His hand clamped down on my ass, the other tightening across my chest as if he needed to hold me in place.
“Ahh—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—Noah,” he groaned, loud, desperate, as he slammed deep one more time and spilled inside me, his whole body trembling against mine.
Javier collapsed onto me, chest pressed to my sweaty back, both of us panting like we’d just played ninety minutes. His weight was heavy but grounding, his heart pounding as fast as mine. He kissed the back of my shoulder, slow and sweet, before rolling to the side, pulling me with him so we were tangled together.
“You okay?” he whispered, his hand still stroking lazy circles on my chest, grounding me.
I nodded against his arm, voice hoarse. “Yeah… more than okay. I can’t believe that just happened.”
Javier chuckled softly, the sound low and warm, before pressing his lips to my temple. “You’re incredible, Noah. Really.”
We lay there like that for a while, his fingers brushing through my hair, his thumb tracing my jaw when I finally turned to face him. I could see it in his eyes; that mix of exhaustion and something softer, something more than just heat. He kissed me once more, slow and lingering, his tongue just barely tasting mine like he didn’t want the night to end.
Eventually, though, he sat up with a reluctant sigh, reaching for his clothes. “I should go, I have an early morning practice tomorrow,” he murmured, almost apologetic. I watched him tug on his jeans, leaving his underwear in a careless pile by the bed.
When I raised an eyebrow at it, he smirked, leaning down to kiss me again. “Keep them. A memory.”
I laughed softly, my chest still tight, still aching in the best way. “Like I could ever forget this night.”
He brushed his knuckles along my cheek, then one more quick kiss before slipping out the door.
I stayed in bed, the sheets still warm with him, my body buzzing in the afterglow.
My fingers found the underwear he’d left, soft between them, and I held on like it was proof it hadn’t all been a dream. I caught myself grinning, stupid and wide, smiling like a guy already in love.
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