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“Killing me,” he groaned.
“Mm,” I agreed and moved lower. I licked the salt of his balls and I thought he would explode. I licked all over his huge erection and then, when he wasn’t expecting it, I slipped his penis completely into my mouth and sucked. I thought he was going to explode.
“Holy fuck, Brooker,” he said, his hands clutching my hair, and then I showed him no mercy. Sucking, licking, playing with his balls while I kept the motion going up-and-down, up-and-down, and then he pulled me off and his cum exploded over his chest, my hand going to work to finish him off. Not long after he stopped me and pulled me up beside him.
“Stop ... you’re killing me,” he said, with a satisfied look on his face.
I grinned and licked my lips. “Love that salt.”
“I’m never moving from this house,” he said. “Going to live beside the beach forever,” he continued. “Might get a salt water pool too ...”
I laughed and began to make patterns in his cum on his chest.
He grabbed my hand, then his board shorts and cleaned himself up, placing my hand back on his chest afterward.
“You’re a surprise package, Brooker,” he said, and kissed the top of my head.
“I’m a very satisfied and hungry surprise package.”
“Me too, starving. Let’s shower and go to brunch. Maybe you should shower first or we won’t get out of here,” he said.
I sat up and observed the room. The wall was covered in about half a dozen television screens.
“I study the game here,” he explained. “Lucas is coming over tonight and we’re watching the three matches being played this weekend while we have a bye ... we’ve got two of those teams in the next month.”
“I do that too,” I said, “good to study the opposition’s weakness.”
“Want to stay over?” he asked.
“You’re so nice to ask, thank you.” I knew he probably preferred to watch the games with teammates, it was a serious business watching plays, not like relaxing watching a sports game. “I’m working,” I said.
He looked surprised.
“TheSports Daily is getting their money’s worth out of me – I have to cover the men’s basketball game at Lowe Stadium. I’d invite you to come but I’m in the media box and you’re seeing Lucas ...” I teased.
He smiled. “All good. C’mon, we have to eat,” he said, pushing himself off the couch and offering me his hand. He pulled me up and against his chest, giving me a firm kiss. “Shower,” he said, pointing to a room across the hall. “I’ll go get your bag.”
Again he watched as I walked out of the room naked, such a perve, bless him, and I heard him enter with my bag a few moments later. When I got out, I heard his shower go on in his ensuite. Within thirty minutes we had walked down to his favorite cafe and were ordering coffee and eggs.
We sat on the sidewalk and watched the world unfold around us. He wrapped his long legs around mine under the table.
“You know what I like about you Brooker?” he asked.
“Hell yeah, lots of things I imagine,” I said, and he smirked and shook his head at me.
“Okay, I give up, what?” I asked.
“I love that you are real. When you work out, you work out ... you sweat, you’re not looking in the mirror to see if you look okay,” he said, reaching over for my hand. “I love that you go to the beach and get wet. You actually swim in the surf, no make-up, you dunk yourself, get your hair wet. Love it.”
I looked at him surprised. “Why, what do other girls do?”
“Don’t ask, I don’t want to spoil you,” he said, rubbing my hand.
I knew a lot of real girls, especially having been in sporting circles for years ... I never thought to do anything else. Our coffees arrived before our meals, we thanked the waiter and sipped with appreciation.
“You know what I like about you, Russian?” I asked, licking cappuccino froth off my top lip. He watched me do it and smiled. It seemed like everything turned The Russian on.
“Tell me,” he said, with a glance at his watch, “we should have enough time,” he teased, inviting me to praise him.
