Page 23 of The Scrum-Half (Lincoln Knights #3)

Matty groaned and pushed his hips towards me, chasing my tongue. I was happy to give him what he wanted.

I buried my face into his arse, alternating sucking and licking his rim with tongue fucking his soft hole.

The muffled slap of skin on skin reached my ears as he began to jerk off, his body shaking as he chased his release.

My hand was still on my dick, stroking myself in time with my tongue as I imagined fucking him.

“Harper,” Matty said, barely gasping out my name. “I’m… fuck, getting close.”

My response was the briefest hum because I didn’t want to stop what I was doing.

I hated when I was close and told my partner that, only for them to do something different.

It was not cool. If I told someone I was going to come, I wanted to fucking come.

I’d never been a big fan of being edged; it just didn’t appeal.

Sex was the one time I could be a bit impatient and selfish, and to me that meant getting to come as soon as I wanted.

I groaned as my hand flew over my cock, pumping it faster as I fucked Matty with my tongue, the taste and scent of him flooding my senses. My knees ached, my calves going numb, but I pushed that away. We were both so close, we just needed…

Matty groaned as he came, the sound bouncing off the tiles as his hole pulsed around my tongue, and fuck, I wanted to know what that felt like around my cock. I moaned as I licked his rim, my balls tightening as I chased my release.

I was so close… my orgasm was right there… and then my joints decided enough was enough.

“Fuck,” I cried as pain lanced up my leg, and I wobbled to one side and slid onto the tiles. My ankles ached and so did my knees, the chewing gum I had in place of proper ligaments making everything worse.

“Harper? Are you okay?” Matty asked, turning on the spot and dropping down in front of me. His hair was plastered to his face and he looked a bit like a sodden lion. It made me chuckle.

“Yeah, fine,” I said as I took his hand and tried to convince my body to stand. It did, but my feet were tingling and my legs were numb, my knees aching as I tried to stretch everything out. “Just sore. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” Matty said softly, pulling me against his chest and giving me something to lean on. “What happened?”

“Just my joints being dicks. It happens.” I sighed. “Probably shouldn’t have knelt on the floor. Next time I’ll make sure we’re on a bed.”

Matty looked up at me with concern. “I don’t want you doing that.”

“Doing what? Eating your arse?”

“No, I liked that. I mean, putting yourself into situations that are going to cause you pain just for me.”

“I’m fine,” I said, trying to wave my hand to brush it off. “It happens. Half the joints in my lower body are fucked. It’s just the way I am. I’m used to it. In fact, I barely even remember half the time.”

“Don’t do that,” Matty said. “Don’t try and pretend it’s not a big deal when it is.

And I know you think about it all the time because I’ve watched you adjust the way you sit or show Jack the way your knees bend.

” He kissed the side of my head. “Please don’t pretend you’re fine when you’re not.

Contrary to what you might think, pain is not sexy and I don’t want you to hurt yourself for me. ”

“I’m not.” Then I added quietly, “It’s for me.”

He snorted. “Next time, tell me and we’ll move so you’re more comfortable. And then we can pick up where we left off.”

“Okay, thanks.”

He nodded and kissed me deeply, his hand going to my cock, which had softened immediately when the pain had become unbearable.

I groaned into his mouth as he began to stroke me, his mouth barely leaving mine as he did.

His kisses were everything but the way he used his hand had my knees ready to buckle.

“That’s it,” he whispered as I whimpered into his mouth, the pleasure returning with full force. “I love the way you moan for me.”

I groaned, resting my head against his shoulder as I thrust into his hand, desperate to come. Matty’s hand tightened, creating the perfect tunnel for me to fuck as hot water beat against my shoulders.

“Want you to come for me, Harper,” Matty said. “Want to hear all those pretty sounds you make. Let go for me, sunshine.”

My hips stuttered, my fingers scrabbling against his chest as I moaned, my orgasm so close I could taste it. Then Matty squeezed my cock, his fingers brushing my balls, and I came hard, panting against his shoulder as I painted his fingers with my cum.

“So good,” Matty said, kissing the side of my head again. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah… good… just…” I chuckled. “Words are hard.” I turned my head slightly so I could kiss him. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“The understanding. And the orgasm.” I kissed him again. “And I promise, I’ll try and remember to tell you what’s going to be painful.”

“Good. Now we should probably clean up and get out of here before we shrivel up.”

I chuckled. “Or before Jack wakes up and finds us.”

“I’m sure your nanny superpowers will tell us if that happens,” he said with a good-natured smile as he stepped back and began to rinse my cum off his hands. “How do you do that anyway?”

“Just years of being around kids. Or maybe it was from the time my neighbour’s two-year-old bit me when I was sixteen. Maybe that gave me really terrible, low-budget Spiderman-esque powers.”

Matty laughed as he poured soap on his hands and put them on my chest, starting to wash me. It surprised me for a second because I didn’t think I’d ever had a partner try to take care of me like this. Especially not this casually.

It was nice, though. Very nice.

I’d always thought I didn’t need someone to take care of me. That even though I wanted romance in my life, to be cherished and adored, I’d somehow never equated that with care. At least, not outside the bedroom.

But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I let him… Maybe I didn’t have to always take care of everyone, especially when I wasn’t on the clock.

I always said I wanted to indulge my wants and needs, and perhaps they didn’t always have to be sexual.

Maybe… I could let go a little and allow someone to care for me.

Just for a short while anyway.