Page 22 of The Scrum-Half (Lincoln Knights #3)

Harper

The shower was still running in Matty’s bathroom as I approached his bedroom door, and I chuckled to myself as I wondered how long it had taken him to get rid of all the sand.

When he’d come back smelling faintly of seawater and carrying two bags of wet, sandy clothes, I’d assumed he’d been dragged in against his will, but by the sound of it, the whole team had ended up in the water before lunchtime of their own accord.

I was glad he’d had a good day, though, considering how much he’d been dreading it.

He’d really needed to switch off and de-stress.

“Knock, knock,” I said as loudly as I dared as I stuck my head around the door, looking at his bed and wondering if we’d end up there again. Maybe not with Jack in the house, but we could be quiet.

After all, sex was a great way to relax, and I was very open to helping Matty unwind.

I could do with it too.

“You can come in,” Matty called, his voice slightly muffled by the sound of the water.

“I didn’t know if that would be weird,” I said, walking over to the door of his en-suite, which was cracked open slightly, throwing a sliver of golden light onto the thick bedroom carpet. I leant against the wall and listened, the splash of the water on the tiles oddly soothing.

“Not weird. I’m used to showering with thirty other men.”

I chuckled. “Sounds a bit intimidating if I’m honest. Not sure I could take that many.”

Matty barked out a laugh, the sound warming my chest. “I know porn makes it seem like it’ll become a total fuckfest, but trust me, showering with that lot is the least sexy thing I’ve ever done.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, trust me. Half of them are like my brothers, and half of them are wankers—and I say that with love. And then you’ve got Jonny and Devon, who probably would start fucking given half the chance since they can’t keep their hands off each other, but Jonny is a possessive bastard, so I think he’d kill anyone who tried to watch. ”

“Wait,” I said, my confusion obvious as I stuck my head around the door. “Are your teammates together? Like together together.”

“Yeah. Didn’t I tell you that?”

I racked my brain, trying to think of whether he’d mentioned it, but it was a little difficult to focus with a naked Matty showering right in front of me. Damn, he looked really good wet. “I don’t think so?”

Matty looked at me through the steamed glass as he lathered soap across his chest. “I’ll tell you now then.

Jonny and Devon are a couple, have been for at least four or five months.

Then Mason and West both have boyfriends.

Our head coach also has a husband, they’ve been together since the nineties, and then there’s me.

So yeah, we’re not an LGBTQ+ team but we also are since at least five of us are queer. ”

“That’s amazing,” I said, unable to keep the surprise out of my voice. I might not have known a lot about professional sports, but I knew enough to realise teams like the Knights had to be a rarity. “And nobody minds? It’s not an issue.”

“Nah, not really. We had one twat a couple of years ago who had an issue with West and his boyfriend, but he left at the end of last season and since then, nobody’s said anything.

And the only other issue we’ve had was when Jonny was still figuring out his feelings and letting his jealousy take over, but we got that sorted.

” He was watching me with a heated gaze as his hand slid further down his body.

“Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to join me?”

I smirked. “What if I wanted to watch?”

“I can put on a show,” he said as his fingers wrapped around his soft cock and pumped it leisurely. “But I don’t think you’ll be able to resist.”

I was so tempted to stay here and watch him jerk off, just to prove I could. But that would be spiting myself for no reason, and I was very much here for indulging all my wants and needs.

“Maybe I’ll join you now then. Get an up close and personal view,” I said casually as I began to strip off my clothes, leaving them on the floor next to his before pulling my hair up into a loose bun and putting my glasses by the sink.

The bathroom wasn’t huge, but it had a deep bath at one end and a walk-in shower behind a glass screen on the left-hand wall.

There was a counter on the right-hand wall with several drawers and long, open shelving underneath it, with a large mirror above the sink.

The room only had a small window, which didn’t seem to let in much light, but it felt cosy rather than confining.

But that also might have been because of the soft lighting and the warm creams and terracotta tones of the decor.

“I’m gonna assume Jack’s asleep?”

“Yeah, went straight down. Although he did ask me if we could go to the beach soon. I told him I’d ask you.”

“We’ll have to find a day when it gets a bit warmer and maybe go up to Skeg or across to Norfolk,” he said, holding out his hand to me as I stepped into the shower. “And you’re welcome to come with us.”

His offer was clearly genuine and somehow floored me. I’d been on plenty of family days out in my previous jobs, but this felt different. I couldn’t explain why.

Maybe it was because of what Matty and I were doing…

Yeah, it was definitely that.

Whether we wanted it to or not, it changed everything.

Matty pulled me against him and drew me down into a kiss, his wet skin so hot it melted away all my thoughts.

His chest hair rubbed against me as Matty wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand leisurely brushing the top of my arse.

His tongue dipped into my mouth and I groaned, my hand flying to the side of his neck and my fingers sinking into his hair.

Hot water drummed down on us, splashing off the tiles and running across our skin.

There was something undeniably sexy about hooking up in a shower, especially when we didn’t have hours.

Jack didn’t usually wake up until the early morning, but there would always be exceptions and the last thing we needed was to get caught by a curious toddler.

I moaned as I pushed against Matty, my cock hardening where it was trapped between us. Need shot through me and I felt the overwhelming urge to grind and rut against him until I came. Matty’s erection was pressed against my thigh and I wanted to feel him spill across my skin.

There was so much I wanted, but time was ticking away. One of us had to choose or we’d be making out for hours.

Not that I minded that. I just needed more.

“Let me eat your arse,” I said, breathing the words against his lips as I slid my hand down his chest and around his waist. His arse was right there, firm and round and hairy.

He’d played with mine last Sunday when we’d still had the house to ourselves, but I hadn’t gotten to return the favour and that was just unfair.

And as much as I loved being spoiled by my partner, I was a giver as much as a taker.

“Fuck.” Matty groaned, kissing me fiercely in response.

“Is that a yes?” I asked, dipping my fingers into the cleft of his arse and brushing the tips of them over his hole. Matty moaned and broke away to bury his face in my shoulder, muffling the sound.

“Yes, it’s a fucking yes.”

“Then turn around.”

Matty did, putting his hand on the wall as he pushed his arse out towards me. The shower was still running, the water plastering the dark red hair to his skin. “Sorry if there’s still sand on the floor,” Matty said as I lowered myself to my knees. “It gets bloody everywhere.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not even thinking about it.”

I was too focused on how good his arse looked to be worried about sand. It was low down on my list of priorities, under the vague warning light flashing lazily in the back of my mind reminding me how much my joints hated being in this position for a long time.

I ran my hands up his thighs, the firm muscle reminding me how long Matty spent in the gym every week, and leant forward to teasingly nip his butt cheek before pulling them apart to reveal his waiting, hairy hole.

The sight of it made my cock throb, precum dripping onto the tiles as I buried my face between his cheeks, revelling in the smell of him.

He cursed as I flicked my tongue across the furled skin, the musky taste making me moan.

I loved eating arse, loved the earthy, musky taste of men and the way they sounded as they fell apart.

Sure, sucking cock was fun, but to me it had nothing on burying my face in a man’s arse, eating him open, and fucking him with my tongue.

Matty gasped as I licked and sucked the sensitive skin, saliva dripping down my chin.

I wasn’t aiming for soft and delicate; I was aiming to make his head spin with an onslaught of pleasure.

I pressed my tongue against his opening, nudging his rim and flicking my tongue over it.

He tasted so fucking good I wanted to do this every night.

And I would if he’d let me.

“Fuck… just like that,” Matty murmured, his words almost lost in the rushing sound of the water.

But I got the message because he reached back with one hand, fumbling for the top of my head and trying to press me deeper into his arse.

I groaned, my smirk lost as I pushed my tongue inside him and began fucking him with it.

My cock throbbed and I reached down to stroke myself slowly, just to take the edge off.

I didn’t want to come, not yet, but I needed something to help me focus.

My knees were already aching, the warning light in the back of my mind starting to flash red.

I knew I should probably stop or the pain would get worse, but at times like this I was terrible at listening to my body.

I didn’t want to stop—I wanted to make Matty come.

I’d deal with the consequences later.

“Stroke your cock,” I said, pulling back just far enough to spit the hoarse words out. “I want to feel you come on my tongue.”