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“You gonna let me fill you with my cum?”
“Only if you let me do the same.”
I smirked. “Seems fair.”
I latched onto his mouth again, my hips still driving into him as we kissed. His cock was trapped between us, leaking against my stomach. I was on the verge of coming so I rose, placed my hands on his parted legs, and moved faster.
Our eyes locked again and as I hit the spot deep inside of him over and over and over, we both got closer to falling over the edge.
“Don’t come yet,” I instructed. “I want to taste you.”
His hand stilled on his dick but our eyes remained on each other as I drove into him. With a few more thrusts, I groaned, my body went taut as I shot my jizz into his snug hole.
Once I was spent, I slipped out of him and immediately took his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around him and drawing him deep until he spurted his hot cream down my throat.
We were both panting and as I watched my semen seep out of his ass, he said, “Now I get to fuck you in your shower.”
8
Knox
The soundof the bat connecting with the ball echoed through the Rockies indoor batting cages where I’d been spending a lot of time since Schmitt had pulled me into his office. The pitching machine fired another ball straight down the plate, and I sent that one flying far into the net as well. Each hit was solid and felt good, but no matter what I did, my game stats had only improved slightly in the week since leaving Arizona.
“You’re just a fraction too soon,” Leland said from where he stood, observing the mechanics of my swing. “Wait on the ball a bit.”
For the next thirty minutes, I made the adjustments our hitting coach suggested until it felt like I was finally making some progress.
Wiping the sweat from my forehead with the hem of my T-shirt, I cracked open a bottle of water and stood next to Leland.
“You’re looking better. Once you stopped chasing, the balls were flying.” He looked down at the phone in his hand. “Schmitt wants to see you before you start getting ready for the game.”
Dread washed over me. It was the second time my manager hadasked me to come to his office, and the first hadn’t gone well. I could only imagine how frustrated he was with my performance, but no matter what, no one was more disappointed than I was.
His door was open, and I caught his eye. “C’mon in, Singleton.”
“Hey, Skip.” I sat across from him, and my palms began to sweat.
“You’re getting the night off.”
“Really?” Sitting on the bench for a game was a sign to the front office, the other players, and the fans that the manager wasn’t happy with how things were going. “I know I need to keep putting in the work, but I’m only going to get better with more at-bats,” I tried to plead my case.
“You’ve shown you’re taking this seriously, and we all appreciate the effort. But part of improving is making sure your head is right too. Sometimes watching from the dugout helps with the mental aspect of the game.”
I nodded, although I hated the idea of being a spectator while my teammates were on the field. “Okay.”
Walking into the locker room, my gaze connected with Stratton’s, and from the tight smile he gave me, I assumed he’d already been told he was playing first tonight.
“You talk to Schmitt?” he asked as I tugged off my T-shirt and pulled my jersey from the hanger.
“Yep.”
He squeezed my shoulder, and I instantly stilled.
It was a simple gesture. Something I’d seen the other guys do plenty of times, but we didn’t usually risk touching each other when our teammates were around. Not because it would be obvious to anyone else that we had something going on, but because it felt different. At least it did to me.
What had started as a convenient hook up with a teammate had somehow morphed into something I didn’t quite have the words to explain. I wasn’t sure what had changed exactly, but I’d started to feel it when he’d invited me to lunch a few days prior. Of course, the day had ended with us in bed, but that hadn’t been the only part of our time together I’d enjoyed. Conversation between us flowed naturally,we joked around, and I didn’t have to worry he was only interested in me because he liked the idea of fucking a professional athlete.
He must have realized he was still touching me because he stepped back quickly and continued to get ready for the game. “Taking a game off usually helps. If it didn’t, the coaching staff would never recommend sitting a player out.”
