Volume 1, Chapter 8: What We Became That Night
“I missed this,” I whispered, reaching for the bulge pressing against his jeans.
“Missed your cock.”
He groaned, head dropping against mine, breath hot on my cheek. “No, no, you don’t get it. My cock’s been twitching all day, just wanting to feel the warmth of your hole again.”
“Fuck, Javier…”Our mouths crashed together again, harder this time, like we’d been holding back all week and finally couldn’t anymore. Shirts got tugged off, pants undone, clothes slipping to the floor one by one until they were just forgotten. The movie was still running in the background, but neither of us noticed.
I’d seen him naked last week, but tonight, it felt different. More familiar. Like I knew his
body already, like it was meant for me. My hands roamed his chest, his abs, the
sharp lines of him, while his tongue slid against mine in a slow, desperate kiss that
left me dizzy.
I sank lower, kissing down his neck, over his chest, and across his abs until I was
kneeling on the couch in front of him. His cock twitched against my lips before I
even took it in my. He let out a low groan when I wrapped my mouth around his
cock, his hand sliding into my hair, guiding me deeper. The sound of his moans
filled the room, raw and helpless, every breath like he’d been starving for this.
I pulled off with a wet pop, licking the head slow, teasing him just enough before
sliding back down, deeper this time. His cock filled my throat, thick and heavy, my
lips stretching around him. He groaned loud, his hand grabbing at the back of my
head as I swallowed him down.
“Ahh—fuck, Noah… ahh fuck,” Javier gasped, hips jerking as I gagged and pulled
back with spit dripping off my chin.
I looked up at him with hungry eyes, stroking him messy as I caught my breath.
“Yeah, baby… I would never trade another fan for you.”, he said looking down at me.
He pulled me up by the shoulders, kissing me hard. His arms slid around me, strong
and sure, and then in one smooth motion he lifted me. Naked, held against his chest
like I weighed nothing, his cock brushed against my ass as he carried me toward the
bedroom like he already knew the way.
“Let’s get comfortable,” he murmured, a crooked smile breaking between kisses.
He laid me gently on the bed and pressed me down, his voice low, commanding but
sweet. “Turn over.”
I smiled back, rolling onto all fours, arching my back, spreading my ass open for
him. My favorite man. My idol.
Then his mouth was on my hole; hot, wet and devouring me. I gasped when his
tongue slid over me, pressing deeper, spreading me with slow, filthy circles. His soft
lips sucked at my cheeks, his face burying closer, smooth skin brushing against me
as his tongue worked its way inside.
“Fuck Javier…” I moaned, gripping the sheets, ass pushing back into his face.
He growled into me, the vibrations shooting straight through my body as his tongue
fucked in and out of my wet hole. His hands clamped tight on my ass, squeezing
hard until his nails dug in. Then a sharp smack echoed, heat blooming across my
Skin.
I yelped, but it melted into another moan as he spanked me again, harder this time.
“Ahhh fuckkk yes!” I gasped.
He groaned into my hole, tongue pushing deeper, and spanked me again, his other
hand kneading my ass so rough it left me trembling. Each slap landed sharper,
followed by him gripping me tighter, spreading me wide, making me ache for more.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a passionate man. The kisses, the sweet touches. But with
a man like Javier? I wanted him to claim me. So when his palm cracked down hard,
spanking me until my ass shook, the ripples moving across my skin under his hand,
I couldn’t stop myself. I tweaked my ass back against his face, begging for more.
“Fuck me, please, Javier,” I moaned, gripping the sheets, my body arching with need.
“I wanna get stuffed by your cock so bad.”
That was when I felt him move behind and adjusting his body. His right hand
squeezed my cheek hard, fingers digging in, while his left spread me open to make
space for his thick cock. I could feel the heat of his cock pressing closer, precum
dripping, running down and teasing my hole before sliding in. My breath caught.
It didn’t sting this time. The moans spilling from me weren’t from pain, but from the
pure thrill of being taken.
“Fuck yeah, Bennett,” Javier groaned, his voice thick and deep. His hips pressed in with
one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. “This is the only score I care about.”
“Aahh fuck,” I gasped, the air knocked out of me, clutching the sheets so hard my
knuckles turned white. His cock stretched me in one full, unforgiving motion.
34He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started pounding me, each stroke full and
heavy, his balls slapping against me, the sound wet and obscene. My hole squelched
around his cock, every thrust louder, wetter and filthier.
“Uhh… ahh fuck… fuck!” I cried out, my body jolting forward with every slam, the
mattress squeaking beneath us.
Javier leaned over me, one hand pressing hard on my back, guiding me down, while
his hips drove in harder. He moaned into my ear, low and guttural, breath hot on
my neck. The spanks came again; sharp and claiming followed by the squeeze of his
fingers digging into my ass as if he owned every part of me.
The room was filled with our sounds. His heavy groans, my high-pitched moans, the
slap of skin, the squelch of my hole swallowing him again and again.
“mmmhh fuckkk,” he growled, slamming in harder, faster. “that hole feels so fucking good”
I was a mess, whining, begging, shaking, every thrust knocking me deeper into the
mattress, every stroke making me feel like I couldn’t live without him inside me.
He slammed into me again and I felt my whole body go tight. His breath was ragged
against my ear, hot and uneven, and then he growled low, deep in his throat,
“You’ve been mine since that meet up day. Since the first time you looked at me like
I was more than just some footballer. Fuck, your hole is so perfect, so tight around me. I
swear it feels like it was made just for me.”
His hand left my ass, sliding forward under me until his palm flattened against my
chest. He pulled me upright against him, my back to his chest, so I could feel every
ounce of his strength caging me in. His cock was so deep I almost sobbed. The new
angle hit me in places that made stars explode behind my eyes.
I swore I thought I had taken all of his cock, but Javier shifted, hips angling, and I
gasped when I felt another inch, maybe more, slide into me. “Aaaahhh fuck—Javier!” I
clawed at his arms, my voice cracking.
He bit into my shoulder, “Cielo,” he groaned, the word half praise, half prayer. “I was
dreading that VIP bullshit. So many fake smiles. So many hands grabbing me. But fuck, if I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have met such a sincere fan.”
His words poured into me as hard as his cock did, every thrust stealing my breath.
“Javier, aaah” I was babbling, my voice shaking. “I’m so glad you did. So fucking glad.
You are my dream come true”
He slammed into me again, my body bouncing helplessly on his cock. “Your dream will cum true soon, baby… Noah.. fuckkk”
I felt him hold me tighter, the sweat between our bodies sticking us together as he
shifted his weight. His body turned and suddenly we rolled, my whole frame
dragged with him, and before I could catch my breath I was lying sprawled on top
of him. His cock never left me; thick, deep and still splitting me open as my back
pressed to his chest.
The ceiling fan rotating above me, the room spinning with every sharp thrust up into
me. His hips bucked from underneath, harder now, desperate, and I could feel his
abs flexing against my back. Then his hand slid lower, sneaking above me, curling
around my cock. My entire body shuddered.
“Cielo,” he murmured, hot against my ear, his fist closing tight. He stroked me in
time with his thrusts, each movement slow and deliberate. My back arched, my
voice cracked, and I clung to his shoulders, crying out for him.
It didn’t take long. The slow rhythm of his hand, the relentless stretch inside my
hole, I broke apart while riding him, my cock spilling across my stomach, cum
slicking as my body shook uncontrollably. He never stopped. He fucked me right
through it, his hand working me until I was a panting mess collapsed against him.
And then he moved again.
He rolled us sideways, tugging me back into him, until we ended up curled together.. His chest pressed to my back, one arm locking me tight like I was his, his cock still buried deep. He was the big spoon, still fucking me, grinding harder now.
Each thrust landed sharp, fast, deeper than before, his breath hot against the back of
my neck.
His moans got louder. His grip on me tightened. “Aaahh… joder… aquí vengo…”
I didn’t understand the words he was saying in Spanish, but the way his hips were thrusting so fast, and how his hands dug into my chest, made it clear he was about to cum inside me.
My body tensed, bracing for the wave of heat that was about to crash over us.
“Ahh fuck, Javier—”
“Aaahhh, cielo… fuckk—”
I felt it. The sudden twitch inside me, the hot spill of his semen flooding me raw. His
cock pulsed again and again, his hips still rolling, slower now, but steady, every
stroke milking more cum into me. He held me tight as he unloaded, as if he never
wanted to let go, his moans broken, his breath ragged in my ear.
My dick was soft but leaking, cum smearing down my thigh as his filled me from
behind. I gasped, overwhelmed, the weight of his body on mine, the heat of his
release spreading through me.
My hole was twitching around him, still pulsing from how hard he’d fucked me. His
cock stayed buried inside me as he pressed soft kisses down my shoulders, my
upper back, his breath hot against my skin.
“You doing okay, Noah?” he whispered.
“Yeah. Never better,” I murmured, smiling into the pillow, soaking in the moment and
soaking in his cum too.
Eventually his cock slipped out of me, and I felt the slow trail of warmth leak from
my hole. He turned me over, eyes searching mine, then kissed me. It wasn’t rushed
or needy. It was sweet, like he wanted me to know I was more than just a body he’d
filled.
I rested my head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart under my ear. It felt like
something ripped out of a rom-com, except it was Javier; Spain’s golden boy, the
unattainable straight footballer lying in my bed. He’d fucked me raw, bred me,
shown me his alpha side, and now he was cuddling me close, kissing me like he was
the sweetest man alive.
“Noah…” Javier’s voice broke through, a little hesitant.
I tilted my chin up. “Yeah?”
“I don’t want this to stop here.”
The words lit me up from the inside, and I didn’t even let him finish before blurting,
“No. Not at all. I want this. I want you.”
Relief washed over his face. “Me too, mi amor. But we have to be careful. I have to be
Careful.”
I nodded quickly, desperate to reassure him.
“So no more texting on Insta. Not my old work number. Nothing like that.”
“No, no. Not at all,” I said, agreeing with everything, because deep down I’d do
anything to keep this alive.
He stroked my hair, eyes soft. “Even with my personal phone, text me only when I
text you first. You never know when my phone’s in someone’s hands while I am at a
match... Someone could see something.”
I laughed lightly, kissing his chest. “Got it. I’ll remember. I’ll play by the rules.”
We stayed like that, tangled together, his arms wrapped tight around me as the
night stretched on. The world outside felt miles away, irrelevant. In that moment, it
wasn’t Javier the star, or me the kid who got impossibly lucky. It was just us, holding
on to something fragile, secret, and real..falling asleep in each other’s arms.
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It didn’t stop that night. Not even close.
Javier and I found ways; reckless, messy, careful all at once to keep slipping into each
other’s lives. Sometimes he’d message me out of nowhere, a single “you free?” that
sent my pulse through the roof. Other times he’d vanish for weeks, buried in
training, games, travel. And then suddenly, he’d be in my bed again, whispering in
Spanish against my skin like I was his only escape.
I even went to one or two of his practices. Just stood on the side like some quiet fan,
clapping when the men scored. We had a cover story if anyone asked: I was an old friend from America, a dude from out of town who admired some of the other players. It was ridiculous. But it worked.
And once, just once...he invited me to his apartment. Sneaking past the lobby
cameras, ducking away from the security guys… my heart was hammering harder
than during the sex itself. But the moment his door shut, Javier’s mouth was on mine,
his hands everywhere, his body heavy and urgent like he hadn’t touched anyone in
Months.
It was insane. It was dangerous. But it was ours.
Never in a million years did I think I’d become someone’s secret, let alone Javier Alvarez’s secret lover. That, I’d be the one hiding behind the cameras, slipping in and out of places I didn’t belong, naked in a bed with the same man I used to watch on TV, in magazines, on the pitch.
But here I am. Javier’s little secret. And God help me, I don’t ever want to stop.
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