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Tad
“Shh shh shh,” I say.
He cringes as he turns to lookback at me. “Too fast, too fast,” he says.
I know I’m entering too quickly,but his tight hole feels so good. He presses his hand against the locker as Igrip onto his hips and force in farther. He curses and, through gritted teeth,a bit of saliva shoots across the room.
I lean down and wrap my arm aroundhim, kissing behind his ear as I thrust. His face turns bright red in thefluorescent light that illuminates the room.
“Who’s the tight end now?” I askplayfully.
As he chuckles, his hole tightens.“I am,” he says.
His dark brown locks are drenchedwith sweat. His pants and briefs are at his ankles. I think about when we firstmade eye contact less than half an hour earlier at the post-game pressconference. With that look of desire in his eyes as he held the mic out to askme about the game, I knew the Dallas-based news anchor would be game for me togive him a sneak peek behind the scenes.
And he doesn’t seem disappointed.
I grab his face and run my fingersacross his cheeks before pushing them into his mouth. He eagerly sucks on themas our bodies move in a violent, frenzied rhythm. I massage my other handacross his chiseled abs. I assume they’re the product of some good genescombined with equally good maintenance.
The pressure in my pelvis builds,tightening as I feel myself moving closer to climax. But I’m not coming beforethis guy. He’s not walking away from fucking Tad Roarke thinking I’m someselfish fuck who didn’t give a shit about his needs.
I move my hand from his abs downto his cock. Feels as thick as it looked when I yanked those pants down betweenpassionate kisses and pushed him up against the wall in the locker room—a greatplace for this hookup since everyone’s left and my assistant is on the lookoutto keep anyone from heading in and fucking up this experience.
His cock is dry. I pull my handback, spit in it, and return it to his dick, rubbing as I continue pushingwithin him, keeping our rhythm.
“Oh, you got it,” he says. Betweenthat and how his dick expands, I know I’m hitting his prostate.
He uses the Lord’s name in vain afew times before his body trembles, and he shoots before him so that I see itsprinkle across the cement floor.
I’m so turned on that the pressurein me releases, and I come in the condom inside him. Our bodies shift together,our breathing intense as we experience that sweet pleasure that only comesafter moments like these.
“Damn, that was fucking hot,” Isay. “You might be the best reporter I’ve ever been with.”
He chuckles, obviously enjoyingthat he’s been added to my list of media conquests. And I’m sure he feels thesame about fucking the Cowboys’ tight end.
I head out of the locker room withJeff or Steve—Whoever-the-Fuck—tailing behind me. Darren leans against the walland scrolls through his phone.
In his shades, his face locked ina pout, he doesn’t look like he could be more uninterested in his job if hetried. Although I guess his job isn’t to get me laid, but being my personalassistant, that seems like it just comes with the territory.
Carson, my bodyguard, stands a fewyards away. Like he doesn’t want to be able to say that he was witness toanything that just happened. He’s good at letting me get away with shit, whichis one of the reasons I like him.
“That super-important meeting Itold you we were going to be late for,” Darren says. “We’re going to be latefor it.” The only reason he’s annoyed is because he’s the one Kiernan will chewout over it. Or at least, the only one who’ll care about being chewed out overit.
“Just let Daddy know that we’re onour way,” I say as I walk down the hall with the reporter to lead him back tothe main auditorium.
I’m still in just a towel. I’llprobably take a shower before we leave. Despite Darren’s urgency, I’m not inany hurry.
When I head back to Darren, he continuesscrolling through his phone the way he always does, as if he has somesuper-important business he’s checking on other than me. But I know he’s justscrolling through Facebook, seeing how successful all of his peers in highschool are compared to him. ’Cause when he drinks too much, that’s all Ifucking hear about.
“You should get on Grindr. It’d bea better use of your time.”
He smirks. “I can’t wait to seeyou trying to act like this with extra security tailing your ass.”
“You think I’m going to magicallychange now that they’re calling in this newbie?”
“I don’t think you reallyunderstand the consequences of what we’re talking about here.”
