bad coaches did.
I got up from my desk and went to the locker room. Darryl was reaching into his locker for his clothes, which made the muscles in his back flex deliciously. He was still wearing only the towel. Before he could remove it to change, I cleared my throat to let him know I was there.
“Sorry for snapping. It’s been a long day.”
He glanced at me. “Is that why you’re here? To apologize?”
“What do you mean?”
He glanced at me with a smirk. “I think you wanted to take another peek.”
Blood rushed to my cheeks. “I came to apologize.”
Darryl turned toward me with that same smug grin on his face. Like he knew exactly what I was thinking now, and what I had been thinking when he saw me in my office. And then he did something really surprising.
He reached down, untied his towel, and let it fall to the floor.
I sucked in my breath at the sight of him. His thighs were tree trunks of muscle, smooth and hairless. I had already seen his six-pack of abdominal muscles, but now I admired the V-lines in his pelvis. And what they led down to…
Generally, I didn’t think male genitalia was very attractive. I enjoyed what it could do when it was inside of me, but otherwise it was just a hunk of flesh hanging down between a man’s legs. But Darryl’s cock was a sight to behold. He was a shower rather than a grower, which meant that he was large even when he was flaccid. His cock hung at least eight inches, thick and mesmerizing. He was swinging some pipe. And the sight of it meshed well with his tattooed body, completing the picture of this raw specimen of a hunk that stood before me.
“Happy now?” he asked in a deep voice. “This what you wanted to see?”
I struggled to put words together. “I was… I was just coming…”
“I bet you were.” The smooth smile remained on his face as he approached me. “I bet you got off on yelling at me out on the field. Calling me names. Being the one in charge.”
I shook my head softly.
“But you’re not in charge anymore.” He stopped in front of me, so close that I could feel the heat coming off of his junk. “I’m in charge.”
I swallowed. “What does that mean?”
Darryl planted his palms on the wall on either side of me, blocking me in with his arms. “It means I can do whatever I want with you.”
His kiss was rough and hard, like he was letting out all of his frustration with his lips. I didn’t realize it until that moment but a tremendous amount of sexual energy had built between us while practicing on the field. It had been growing before that, ever since he confronted me about sleeping with Rafael. I could feel it in the way he grabbed my body and pawed at my breasts. He had been thinking about this for a long time.
And now that I was ready to admit it to myself, so had I.
“Are you going to do what I tell you?” he growled at me.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Whatever you want.”
“Take off your clothes.”
I pulled my shirt over my head, then removed my bra. As I unbuttoned my pants he bent down and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it so hard I gasped from the intense pleasure.
Apparently I was taking too long, because Darryl grabbed me by the waist and pushed me down onto one of the changing benches in the locker room. He grabbed my feet and pulled them into the air, yanking my pants off. But instead of doing the same with my panties, he curled his fingers underneath the elastic and ripped them off. Literally tore them off my body.
I gasped. The sensation—and realization—that he had ripped my underwear off made my entire body tremble with anticipation. This sexy, chiseled athlete wanted me that badly. I was instantly wet.
Darryl stood over me a moment, thick cock now fully erect as he drank in the sight of me. His dark eyes hesitated a moment, searching my face for any sign of reluctance. I bit my lip and gazed back eagerly, letting him know that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. Slowly I spread my legs.
He straddled the bench, gripped his cock in his hand, and plunged it into my pussy. I cried out loudly, unafraid of making noise in the empty clubhouse as