I sucked hard as the fat head slipped in, causing the burn to light me up. No matter how much it hurt my heart, I’d take it every time he wanted to give it to me.
Leland sank balls deep, then bit down on my shoulder. He paused long enough to keep from coming. I knew it wasn’t for my comfort. This was how he kept me at arm’s length for six damn years so that I wouldn’t mistake this for anything other than physical gratification.
“Your ass is perfection. I fucking love shoving into you.”
Sucking harder to distract myself, I clenched my eyes as he leaned forward and pressed me onto the tile. He took my hole like an animal, alternating between hitting my spot and grinding his hips into me. His heavy breathing and grunts were signs he was close.
“Grab your dick… if you want to get off.”
I did as he asked, shuttling my fist back and forth until my balls drew up. I wanted to come before he did, but his loss of rhythm told me I was too late.
Working myself over a few more times, I felt the impending orgasm rise from my core.
“Coming,” I moaned into the humid air.
The moment I said it, I knew it was a mistake. Just as I shot my load onto the wall, Leland stepped back, withdrawing all contact with me.
As my climax crested, I was boneless on shaky legs, clinging to the tile for support.
There was no way I could ever tell Leland I preferred for him to finish me, or that just once, I wanted to feel his lips on mine and to be connected. Saying the words would end whatever this was in its tracks.
The reality was I didn’t deserve more than this. I paid him a lot of money to manage my contract, and in return, he fucked me before going home to his wife.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
The momentary high and euphoria from coming was fleeting, only to be replaced by shame.
The slap of his hand on my wet ass, and the snap of him taking off the condom, broke me from my train of thought. My skin heated from the contact, providing me with the only warmth he had to offer.
“Hurry it up, mate. We’ve got some things to discuss.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I gave a single nod. “Yeah, okay. Give me a minute to finish up.”
Leland didn’t reply, but stepped out of the shower, leaving me just like he’d found me.
Alone.
How had my life come to this? I was a professional athlete in the prime of my career, who should have been at the top of my game. Yet here I was, hurtling out of control again.
“Hey,” he called. “Chop chop. I’ve got to get home.”
Nodding, I turned under the spray before turning off the water and reaching for my towel. After rubbing it over my face and hair, I wrapped it around my waist.
I padded out to my bedroom to find him redressing. He was retying his tie when I leaned against the doorframe. Droplets clung to my torso as I folded my arms over my bare chest.
Leland raked his eyes over my body, then met my eyes. “The league has had enough, mate. They’re suspending you for a year, effective tomorrow.”
My heartbeat picked up as nausea set in. Without rugby, I had nothing.
“What do you mean? I thought I’d just be fined again. Maybe sit out a match or two.”
He smirked. “You don’t get it. You sent the bloke to the hospital, Colin. They’re fed up with your rough playing, and the fines don’t faze you. But they hit you with a big one anyway. They’re making you an example for others. You’re officially done until next season.”
I ran my fingers through my hair and fisted it in my hand. “You’re gonna fight this, eh? You’ll go to them and ask for leniency. It’s what Coach wanted.”
Leland chuckled. “It doesn’t matter. I told you last time that if you didn’t get your head on right, they were going to do this. The only time you listen is when I’m fucking you.”
