Page 84 of Blind Date with a #FORMERPLAYER
“Wait, you got in a fight with Cal? Are you in trouble with the league?”
“A slap on the wrist. Then, ironically they traded up with the Mavericks and here I am.”
“I can’t believe it,” I murmur, kissing him again.
He chuckles over my lips. “Neither can I.”
A throat clearing breaks us apart, followed by a low chuckle. My face burns as I look around Levi, finding my boss. “You two know each other?” he asks, arching his brow in challenge.
“You know I do,” I tell him. Glancing at Levi, I add, “I may talk about you a little bit.”
My boss laughs. “More than a little. Nice meeting you, Brennan,” he adds, holding his hand out for Levi. “I’m the Head Athletic Trainer here, Bill Zetner.”
Levi shakes his hand, keeping one hand on me. “Nice meeting you. I’m really happy to be here.”
“I can see that and I’m going to go home to see my wife and kids. Layla, after you finish up Levi’s intake, you can handle locking up tonight?”
“No problem.”
“Great, I’ll see you two kids tomorrow,” he jokes, waving as he walks out of the training room, shutting the door behind him to give us some privacy.
“I like your boss,” Levi says, grinning.
“Me too.”
Palming my cheek, Levi kisses me with barely restrained fervor, backing me up towards the training table. It bumps my back when I stop him with a hand on his chest, nudging him back. “Wait.”
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I don’t think we should do this here at work.”
Disappointment shines in his eyes, but he acquiesces, showing me respect and filling my heart. “If that’s what you want, I can wait.”
“Take off your shirt and jeans and climb up on the table,” I instruct.
Smirking he does as I ask, sitting on the table in black boxer briefs, his thick thighs on display.
My heartbeat becomes erratic as I go through a few basic assessments, every touch to his skin, electric. Struggling to control my breathing, I set the clipboard down next to him, slowly running my hands up his arms, over his shoulders and down his chest to his abs.
“Layla,” he says, his voice cracking like a teenage boy as he reaches for me.
Shaking my head, I demand, “No. Keep your hands on the table so I can do my job.”
His eyes flare, pooling with liquid gold and driving me forward. Lowering my hands I glide them over his thighs, my thumbs sliding inward and barely grazing his dick. “Fuck, Layla,” he groans.
My confidence growing, my hand cups his balls and rubs his hard shaft over his underwear, unintelligible expletives coming through his teeth. Grabbing his underwear, he lifts his hips and I slide them down, dropping them to the floor. Standing back for a moment as his long, thick cock bounces free.
My tongue peeks out hungry, Levi’s chest heaving as he watches my every move. Nudging his legs apart, I step between them. Wrapping my hand around his dick, I grip it firmly, and drag it from root to tip, precum dripping out as his head falls back, a groan falling from his lips.
“I want to touch you,” he begs.
“No. You’ll have to wait for that,” I insist, gliding my hand back up his shaft, I cup his balls and drop to my knees. Licking the tip, I taste his salty cum and suck him completely into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.
“Holy shit, Layla,” he rasps.
His desire spurs me on. Relaxing my jaw, I suck him deep, drawing him in and out of my mouth. My hands join in, one holding the base of his cock and the other playing with his balls, feeling them quickly expand.
My nipples strain towards him and heat pools low in my belly, my own desire for him building. I moan over his dick, the vibrations adding to the sensation as I continue to work him, licking, sucking, touching.
