CHAPTER 17 #2
He grabs her head with both hands, one hand still clutching a fist full of her blonde hair, and starts to thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and watching tears gather in his eyes.
He might be concerned if he didn’t see the slight curve to the corners of her lips or the way she’s maintaining the most intense eye contact he’s ever experienced.
“I fucking hate that any man got to see you like this,” he says, his movement becoming unsteady, telling her that he’s getting close. “I just want to fuck every part of you until I’m the only one you remember.”
She moans around him and digs her nails into the firm muscle of his ass. She wants to answer him back, to tell him that she never let a man use her like this, that this is just for him and that even if she had given filthy head like this before, his cock was still the best thing she’s ever had.
After a few more moments his brows begin to furrow and his breathing becomes erratic.
“Fuck, you gonna swallow for me, baby?”
Tessa nods her head as best she can in her current state.
Tristan abruptly pulls out of her mouth and starts aggressively fisting his cock right against her mouth.
“Open, stick out your tongue,” he orders, and of course she complies.
“Fuck, Tessa,” he groans her name as hot spurts of cum shoot out and land perfectly into her mouth and against her tongue.
The Tessa who lived without Tristan would have been appalled at something like this and even would have called it degrading, but something about being on her knees in front of a man like Tristan, letting him face fuck her until he’s ordering her to swallow his cum…
doesn’t feel degrading at all. She feels sensual and powerful watching the giant man above her falling apart.
His whole body shakes as the orgasm begins to subside, and he looks down at her with nothing but reverence and affection as she closes her mouth and swallows, then letting her tongue peak between her lips to lick off the remaining droplets of his release.
His breathing is heavy as he leans down to give her a passionate kiss and then helps her stand up, crushing her against his chest. Every single part of him wants to utter the forbidden words sitting on the tip of his tongue, but something in his gut is telling him to hang onto those words for another time.
“Do you feel better now?” She asks teasingly against his neck.
“You have no idea.”
Knock Knock
They break apart and Tessa can’t help but giggle at how quickly Tristan pulls his shorts back up over his hips.
“Tessa?”
Coach Rice’s voice comes from the other side of the door sounding stern and annoyed, so basically the same as always.
“Can I come find you in 5 minutes, Coach?” she says against the closed door. “I’m in the middle of something.”
She shooshes Tristan with her hand as he holds back a laugh.
“I need to speak with Kelly immediately. Is he in there?”
Their eyes widen and they both stand motionless, very unsure of how to proceed.
“Um…well…”
“Tell him my office, 5 minutes, that it’s urgent.”
They listen to his footsteps walk away and stare at each other in silence, Tristan’s heartbeat racing.
“Is that normal?” Tessa asks hesitantly.
Tristan shakes his head and puts his hands on his hips.
“No, not at all.”
“Shit. Does he know what we were doing? Can you get in trouble for this?”
“I doubt it,” Tristan says, taking a step towards her and placing a firm kiss on her lips. “I have no idea what he’s upset about but there’s no way it’s this. He’d never get mad about something like this, especially since I’ve been on fire lately.”
“So humble,” Tessa teases, trying to lighten the mood.
“I’ll call you after I meet with him, I’m sure it’s nothing,” he says, giving another kiss and placing his hand on the door. “Better yet, just go straight to my house after you get your stuff together.”
“Okay,” she says with a shy smile, loving the fact that she already knows the codes to get in and that he wants her around so often.
In fact, they’ve barely spent a second apart if they can help it, and definitely haven’t spent a night away from each other, with the exception of that first night, since he had to sneak back before he got caught violating curfew.
“Coach,” Tristan says, stepping into the large office and looking around the room. “You wanted to see me?”
At first Tristan wasn’t too worried about why Coach Rice needed to see him urgently, but as soon as he walked into the room and saw who was awaiting him, his stomach immediately dropped.
Coach Rice was sandwiched between the general manager, head doctor, and head of PR is sitting slightly off to the side.
“Take a seat, Tristan,” Coach Rice says, the disappointment in his voice making Tristan’s skin crawl.
“What’s going on?” he asks, taking a seat and leaning his elbows against his knees, bracing for the impact of whatever they are going to tell him.
He’s racking his brain trying to think about if there’s anything he did or said recently that would get him into trouble, but he’s genuinely coming up blank.
Then his mind goes to if something bad happened to a family member and he really starts panicking.
But it wouldn’t be them to deliver that kind of news, would it?
“Your monthly PED test came back this afternoon.”
“Okay?” Tristan looked at his coach confused. The thought of the monthly Performance Enhancing Drug test didn’t even cross Tristan’s mind. This was so random he almost felt like he was dreaming. “What about it?”
“It came back positive, Tristan,” Coach says.
“Positive?” Tristan sits up straight and looks at the doctor. “That’s impossible. Positive for what?”
“It’s positive for Test, specifically Nandrolone,” Dr. Hines speaks up immediately, tone dry and unamused.
“That’s bullshit!” Tristan exclaims. “I’ve never touched testosterone in my life!”
“Tristan, we need to know the details on who else you’ve been using this with so that I can get ahead of the press,” Natalie says, stepping forward. She’s head of PR for the Titans and usually stays quiet, but the look on her face right now is anything but nonchalant.
“I haven’t been using that shit and definitely haven’t been using it with anyone. It’s a mistake. Test me again, right now!”
“We tested both samples you dropped that day multiple times,” Dr. Hines says, leaning back in his chair. “Screaming at us about how it was a faulty test or a false positive won’t change anything.”
“Coach,” Tristan says, standing up. “Come on, man. You know damn well I’m not using that shit. I never have and you know it! You know me.”
“I can’t argue with the results, Tristan,” Coach Rice says regretfully.
“Well what do I have to do to prove-”
“We have to suspend you, Tristan,” The general manager, Brett, says. “We don’t have a choice.”
“Suspend?” Tristan rears backwards and feels his whole body start to tighten up from stress. “No way! This is the best season I’ve ever had, and I’ve done it without any kind of Testosterone. Give me another test right now! I’ll prove it!”
“That doesn’t change the fact that the test was from last month,” Brett says. “Even if you test negative today you still tested positive previously, and there needs to be consequences for that.”
“Consequences for something that I didn’t do?” Tristan asks in disbelief. “How long am I suspended for?”
“Four games,” Coach Rice says, and Tristan nearly passes out.
“I’m fucking sorry, did you just say four games? As in I won’t play in wild card week? And potentially not even the first championship game?”
Coach Rice hangs his head and rubs at his eyes, the stress and disappointment evident all over his face.
“You think I’m enjoying any of this, Kelly?” Rice says, slamming his fist against the table. “My best player, my most loyal player, someone who is like a goddamn son to me, popping hot on the PED? Fuck!”
“I swear I didn’t do anything!”
“You’ll still be practicing and traveling with the team,” Rice says. “And sitting on the bench during games. You’re still the heart of this team, Tristan. But I can’t let you play with a positive test, I just can’t.”
Tristan lets out a long sigh and lets his shoulders slump forward in defeat.
“This is so frustrating,” Tristan whispers, rubbing his hand down his face before bringing it up to scratch at his hair. “And I’m just supposed to sit back and accept this? Accept something I didn’t do?”
“I don’t really see you having much of a choice,” Dr Hines says, his dark eyes shooting daggers at Tristan.
“Whatever. I’m not letting this go. If I have to call in my lawyer about this, I fucking will.”
He heads back towards the door and yanks it open.
“I’ll see you at practice in the morning,” he says to Coach Rice over his shoulders, and then slams the door so hard he hears one of the picture frames on the wall fall and shatter.
When Tristan gets home about an hour later, he finds Tessa splayed out on his couch in the middle of a nap, and something in his soul settles down. Seeing her in his home like this, looking so perfect and comfortable, distracts him from the cruel reality at hand.
He walks over to her and gently takes off her heels that are still on her feet and moves her legs over a bit so he can sit next to her. He places a hand on her head and begins to lovingly run his fingers through her hair; the words I love you repeating in his head.
Tessa begins to stir and murmur in her sleep until her eyes flutter open and land on Tristan’s face. She can see immediately by the look in his eyes that something is wrong, and she sits up quickly.
“What is it?” she asks, suddenly concerned. “Was it bad?”
He nods his head and takes a deep breath.
“They said I tested positive for PED.”
“Huh?” she says in confusion, trying to rub the sleep away from her eyes.
“They randomly test us, usually monthly, for performance enhancing drugs like Testosterone or something else. They said mine from last month came back positive.”