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I braced on my forearm, spread my legs more so he could go deeper. “Harder.”
“I’ve got you.”
He pulled back and slammed in again. My mouth dropped open on a sharp gasp. He did it again, hips snapping forward, driving me up the bed. His hand slid around, wrapped back around my cock, and squeezed just enough to make my hips jerk.
“Can’t believe how fucking good you feel. I could fuck you all day and I bet you’d come again just from me filling you up.”
“Not going to last if you keep talking like that.”
“That’s the point. I want you to remember me fucking you every time you squat behind the plate.”
I let out a broken noise as I pushed back into him. He huffed, his hand stroking me in time with his thrusts, hips pounding into me harder, deeper.
“Fuck, look at you. Taking it so good. Bet Parker and Matthewson would watch. Bet they’d be right next to us, moaning while I fuck you.”
“Don’t stop,” I ordered.
“Not gonna.”
He rammed into me over and over, his cock hitting the spot that made me lose my fucking mind.
“Are you ready to come for me? Spill into my hand so I can lick it all up?”
My back tightened, everything inside me winding so sharply I was ready to explode. I rocked back into every thrust, chasing it hard. It snapped all at once. I came with a rough curse, body shaking, spilling over his fist. Knox didn’t slow down, he fucked me right through my release until he let out a wrecked growl, slammed in deep, and went still.
For a second, neither of us moved. His hand stayed on my cock, his other arm locked tight around my waist. He pressed his mouth to my shoulder.
“That’s what you needed?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now let’s go win today.”
He pulled out and sat back on his heels. As I turned, I watched him lick all of my cum from his hand and then during our shower, I got to taste him too.
I was lacingup my cleats when Knox dropped into the chair next to me. He didn’t look at me right away, just smirked like he had something good to say. My gut pulled tight at what was going to come out of his mouth. It didn’t help that I had to shift in my seat and felt every inch he’d put in me that morning like he promised.
A few moments later, Parker stepped in with Matthewson beside him. Both of them had game faces on.
“All right, boys,” Parker said. “It’s opening day. Let’s set the tone. Work good counts, stay patient, don’t let ‘em take you out of your approach.”
Matthewson crossed his arms. “And don’t get jumpy. Opening day jitters have guys swinging at crap they wouldn’t touch in July.”
Knox’s eyes finally lifted to mine, but this time he saw how I grimaced as I moved slightly in my seat. His mouth twitched. “Still feeling me?” he whispered as he leaned over, and our coaches continued their pep talk.
I shot him a look. “Shut up.”
“Bet Rockland fucked Parker in a clubhouse just like this. His hands on the lockers. Taking it.”
“Jesus,” I muttered and shifted again, which only made it worse.
Knox grinned. “Yeah. We’ll play that out later.”
Across the room, Parker wrapped it up. “Stay locked in. Play clean. Let’s go.”
Matthewson clapped the back of my chair as he passed. “Set the tone, Stratton.”
“Always do,” I rasped, trying not to let the look I gave Knox mean more than it should.
