The Lover

e

ddles my legs and digs her nails into my shoulders, knowing I li

tip, her heat soaking through my sweatpants. He

kind o

t her over my crown, gui

l fours and suc

on

haven’t heard the r

it to pull her head back, exposing the wh

like some berry lotion and perfume and whatever else s

. Whenever I’m waiting on a call from my agent, I prefer it that way. No touching, no nagging, no asking me any questions. I just want to be su

a shitty

e one of the big

as broken our

mouth will bring me a little

re involved than jus

as I bite into her flesh. “You

er, the same one I usually get when

say, “your deal can be

oing to take place. You know, after you’ve stood under the hottest water and I’ve scrubbed your body with a sponge full of soap.” She clenches

w how

e been wearing the whole six years I’ve been in the league. Both were given to me during training camp directly after I was drafted. I have a closet full of athletic gear just like this, but there’s s

going to see me

cking h

ck softening beneath her, the shifting

u know you want your cock in this hot, wet mouth. You love it when I slide

ives some

don’t want her mou

ts me off. I check the screen, seeing my a

ab

Tilly. It

me and moves a

hold my cell up to my ear

really nee

y the tone o

nts—how the doctor sent the results to my coach

ed the res

eady

d it slammed into the boards—I knew I had a concussion, my third one this year. I immediat

all over again but for

’ll call

were hoping, my

ang

n’t kno

iet, I barely hear her, but it

ha

e tried your line when you were on the phone with Jesse, and when you d

e to my ear and

old us anything. The guys are all waiting to get our ca

ke I’ve been rubbing my lids for hours. My chest starts to rise and fall, as tho

s a

ne and feel Ti

He’ll call y

’t know how I’m getting any air in with my chest this tight. I don’

the condo listed. Pack our shit. We’re getting the fuck o

the shower, and don’t get out until