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I shook my head and stripped out of my clothes. It wasn’t the time for deep thoughts about our … whatever this was. He needed me to help take his mind off the chaos happening in his world, and I was more than happy to do just that.
A few seconds later, he returned, tossing the bottle to me and getting into position. As he braced himself on the back of the couch, I dropped to my knees behind him and spread his ass cheeks. I circled his hole with my tongue before pressing it inside, causing him to push back against my face. I devoured him like he was my favorite meal.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.
I chuckled. “Feel good?”
“Uh-huh.” I seemed to have rendered him speechless.
“You ready for my dick?” I asked, getting to my feet.
He glanced over his shoulder, his forehead glistening with sweat and his eyes dark with need. “Yes,” he breathed.
Covering my fingers with lube, I used them to loosen him up before I slicked up my hard length and pressed it against him.
“I love watching your ass open for me,” I grunted and entered him. I gripped his hips and pulled out almost all the way before slamming back inside.
He jolted forward, a long moan leaving his lips. “Give me more. I need more.”
I did as he asked, and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. My balls pulled up tight, and I knew I was on the edge, but I didn’t want to let go until I took care of him. I reached down to stroke his shaft as I continued to pump furiously into him.
“I’m going …” He didn’t get all his words out before I felt his hot release spill over my fist.
With a curse, I drove into him one final time and came deep inside his ass.
Once we both caught our breath, I pulled out and took a step back. He was a little less steady on his feet, but he managed to turn around and face me.
He grinned at the mess he’d made all over my hand. “Guess we need another shower.”
I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked his cum off of them. “I don’t mind licking them clean. You taste delicious.”
He laughed. “Get your ass to the bathroom, and maybe I’ll return the favor and tasteyou.”
We’d finished battingpractice and were getting ready for the game when Schmitt walked into the clubhouse.
“I just got off the phone with the staff in Albuquerque, and I’ve got some bad news.” The room went completely silent as we waited for him to continue. “Long suffered a setback during his workout this morning. He reinjured his hamstring, and it’s going to require surgery to fix it. He’ll be out the rest of the season.”
“Damn,” Davenport muttered. “That sucks.”
A few guys nodded in agreement.
“Listen, Long’s a good guy, and we’ll miss having him on the field with us, but we’ve still got a lot of ball to play this season, so we need to stay focused,” Schmitt added, then turned to me. “Singleton, you’re our first baseman for the time being. We’re counting on you to keep playing the way you have been.”
I nodded. “Absolutely, Skip.”
After a few more words about our upcoming game, Schmitt went back to his office while several of my teammates made their way over to me.
“Congrats. You’ve earned your spot here.” Latham patted me on the back.
“Thanks,” I replied, tempering my excitement about extending my time in the majors even though it felt like my dreams were finally coming true.
I knew my teammates were happy for me, and their congratulations were genuine, but I also understood they were probably bummed about a guy they really liked not coming back. Unfortunately, injuries were a part of the game, and they happened often.
“Glad you’re sticking around, rookie.” Stratton grinned as he tucked in his jersey.
I returned his smile. “Appreciate it, man.”
“Now I feel like a dick for saying Long needed to fight to keep his job last night,” Neal admitted.
