“Like this?” I ask and lean back into him, pulling Troy through the motion. His beard rubs the back of my neck properly, torturing me with how good it feels.
His hand lands on my thigh, right in the middle. “Widen your stance,” he says and his other hand takes my hip, pulling me open. “Nice and easy.”
“Nice and easy,” I agree. With my legs spread, my erection is big and obvious. I wonder if Troy sees it, but as soon as the thought crosses my mind, I feel his hard bulge against my ass.
He pulls away.
I take a deep breath and turn. The machine whirs, and I quickly fall back into the position as I swing, nailing the ball.
When I turn back to Troy, I put the bat between my legs, holding it right up against my dick so he can see how hard this is all making me.
Professional considerations are one thing, but it’s difficult to think of a good reason we shouldn’t hook up again right now. We’re already here, alone.
I can feel how much he wants me.
I drag my fingers up the handle of the bat. “Baseball is easy. I just needed a hand to get it right.”
Troy grunts. His erection is heavy in his sweatpants, and he doesn’t try to hide it.
We lean closer, but then he freezes and shakes his head.
“Orlando, we can’t do this,” he says. “You’re my client. I represent you.”
I blink, surprised he jumped straight into it. But I like that he’s skipping past the boring denial.
“What?” I ask, still pressing the bat to my hard dick while I eye him. “You think I’m going to get confused? Or that you’re taking advantage of me? I understand that this isn’t a business interaction.” I bite my bottom lip, enjoying the lust that’s washing over him. “And there’s no one here but us.”
He growls. It’s like my reward.
“Exactly,” I tell him, agreeing with his growl. “You’re my straight, older agent. This is forbidden. And that’s hot, so why not enjoy it safely, here in the privacy of your home?”
Troy locks my eyes. He takes a slow step toward me and then another. I can see him warring with himself, and I want him to give in so bad, it hurts.
“Older,” he grunts as he steps close, repeating my word. “You like to push me, don’t you?” He reaches out and takes the baseball bat that I’m holding against my dick. His hand brushes my erection as he grabs the grip, and his fingers flex as he squeezes it tight while he holds it right there at my crotch, not moving an inch. “And your young butt thinks you’re always going to get away with it.”
Fuck, his intensity is so goddamn hot. I’m about to come right here.
My dick pulses, and I push my face close to his. “I think you and I are going to get away with a lot of things, unless you chicken out.”
He snorts. “Is that a taunt?”
I grin and rock my hips, rubbing my dick to his hand. “No, if I were taunting you, I’d tell you that you’re going to blow me this time.” His hand flexes, inviting me. “And if you really swallow it down, I’ll show my appreciation and make you come so hard you lose your mind.”
The second I get the last word out, Troy throws the bat to the side and grabs my dick in his big hand, squeezing hard. The relief is like heaven, and the rough pleasure sends a surge through my entire body as I groan.
Oh, fuck.
He didn’t touch me at all last time, but his grip is exactly like I’d hoped, strong and large and rough.
“Then give me your cock,” he growls, “and stop goddamn talking about it.”
His hand on my dick and the other flat against my bare chest, Troy pushes me back and walks me to a weight bench. His eyes burn into mine, and I can feel his heat everywhere.
The backs of my knees hit the bench, and I sit. Grinning, I spread my legs and push my shorts down. I kick off my shoes, too, leaving me in my sweaty blue jock and socks.
Still standing, Troy eyes me, drinking me in with no hesitation. I rub my dick through the fabric, enjoying how turned on he is.
Because yeah, I definitely picked this jock out for him.
