CHAPTER 15
“Yes! Yes! Yes, DeShaun!” I cried, as he slammed me so hard I banged the back of my head off the headboard.
Our mobiles vibrated with twin notifications of the same goal alert.
“Don't check!” I was toying my clitty so hard I could feel my orgasm about to explode out from within my grasp.
Sweat spilled from his forehead as he looked down at me, my calves over his shoulders and my hips fastened to the clench of his palms.
“Cum for me,” I demanded. “I was us to cum together.” It'd be the first time, if we achieved it, after several failed attempts on holiday the week before.
DeShaun tore one hand from my side and planted it on my breast, tweaking my nipple hard.
I squealed loud enough for half the hotel floor to hear, then clamped my free hand across my mouth.
He fucked his huge shaft into me with vigour.
I couldn't hold back.
He twisted my areola again.
My tiny, stiffened sex erupted love juice into the air, splattering both his torso and mine.
He ploughed relentlessly into my ass.
More of my climax spurted free.
He snarled over me.
I slid my hand to my chest, and tried to wrestle his fingers from my nipple.
He resisted, then snatched his other fingers from my hip to my free breast. He tweaked my nipples in tandem.
I was lost in the intensities of pain in my chest and my rear and the last of pleasure exploding from my sex.
DeShaun pulled his cock from my tunnel.
My hand stilled on my clit as I fought to regain some of the breath I'd lost. “Cum where I came,” I pleaded, as he hauled off his condom and tossed it aside.
He masturbated furiously over me.
My legs fell from his upper arms.
He ran his eyes up and down my body, drinking in the sight of me. “Oh fuck, babygirl.”
“Your babygirl.”
“Yes, Sasha, you're mine!”
I felt his first load land all the way over my breasts.
He grunted as more spewed over my tight stomach.
I moved my hand from my sex.
He aimed his slit downwards.
I was in heaven as I felt the warmth of his goo take to my crotch, saturating my smooth skin. “Oh my God, DeShaun, you're amazing,” I cooed, and began to rub his sperm into my sex.
He dropped yet more on me.
My smile stretched the width of my face.
He released his hold of himself and dropped forward, propping himself up on one palm.
I raised my neck, meeting his lips for the deepest of kisses.
He exhaled his wonderful, manly breath into my throat.
I welcomed it, fighting my gag reflex.
He broke his lips from mine. “That... That was incredible.”
I giggled, and slapped his bare ass playfully.
He raised a quizzical eyebrow.
“Don't you dare judge me,” I said, grinning. “Not with what I let you do to mine.”
Our phones vibrated in unison again.
“The match!”
DeShaun reached for his mobile.
“What's the score now, DeShaun? Don't tell me we're losing.”
He smiled. “It's Stirling one, Broxburgh four, babygirl.”
“You're kidding!”
He turned his phone so I could see.
“Wow,” I said, wrapping my legs around his body and pulling him against me. “Whatever my doubts about Kyle and Drew's motives, they just took the team away from home and got a hell of a result.”
“Two minutes to go,” he said.
“I...” I pecked his lips. “Think...” I toyed with his upper lip. “We've...” Then his lower. “Got...” I sucked momentarily on the tip of his tongue. “This.”
DeShaun stroked my hair behind my ear. “I never want to lose you, Sasha Liu.”
“You won't.”
“Promise me?”
“I promise...”
He looked at me, as if sensing a but coming.
“I'm just wondering why you're asking me that, DeShaun?”
“I don't wanna ever be without you now, babygirl... I'm so in love with you... I never thought it possible to love someone this much.”
I almost told him he could trust me, then stopped, fearing I'd only put doubt in his head. “I don't just mean it in the moment, DeShaun... I'm really yours.”
“Yeah?”
I kissed his lips again. “And I always will be.”
The club's official Twitter account tweeted an hour later.
brOXBURGH FC – 4-1 winners, with goals from Euan Donaldson, Blair McKay (2) and Callum Entwistle. Up to 5th in the table. Well done lads!
Blair himself also tweeted, for the first time in months.
BLAIR MCKAY – Two goals on my return to the team today. Thanks to Kyle and Drew for the faith shown in me. I played better because I felt I was playing to justify my place in the starting line-up. Thanks also to the travelling supporters. Onwards and upwards.
I left the hotel and drove home alone in my Porsche. My mobile vibrated on the way, but I didn't check it until I parked outside my house.
It appeared Joe had been on Twitter too.
JOE MCDONALD – Good result for my former team. I knew they could do it. But I worry their form will dip when the rats return to sink the ship.
I switched my phone off.
I waited in the corridor outside the physio's room, while DeShaun was inside to assess progress on his injury.
The door to Kyle's office opened further down the corridor and he appeared with his assistant, Drew.
“Ms Liu,” Kyle began, as they approached, “we weren't expecting you this morning.”
“DeShaun's in with Hilary.”
“Ah,” said Drew. “The decision's due today.”
“Yeah.”
Kyle gestured ahead. “We should get to training.”
I watched them walk on, then heard further footsteps from the other direction. I looked back to see Lee Browne, the goalkeeping coach.
“Ms Liu,” he said, about to walk on by.
“Lee, could I have a moment?” I asked, as Kyle and Drew disappeared out of sight.
“Sure.”
“What's your impression of Drew Heseltine?”
“Drew? Well, it's only been a couple of weeks, but I think he's doing good.”
“Uh-huh.”
“He's adapted to the assistant's role well, his input in training is top notch and he's a good motivator in the dressing room.”
“Really, so nothing negative?”
“Not at all. I mean, I think he lacks experience at this level. But that's what Kyle's here for, right?”
“Right,” I said. “So, you didn't know of him before he came here, did you?”
“No, Ms Liu. Look, I should get on,” Lee said.
I nodded, and he left.
The door to the physio's room told no tale of what was happening inside.
I started to pace the corridor.
A set of feet came charging down towards me.
I looked up.
“Hi and goodbye, Ms Liu,” Sean Kirk said. “I have to dash, late for training.”
“Sean, just one second of your time, please,” I insisted to the youth coach.
He reluctantly stopped.
“I'll be quick. What do you make of the new assistant manager?”
“I haven't a bad word to say about him.”
“I'm glad to hear it. I just don't know him very well. You didn't happen to know him previously, did you?”
“Not personally, no, but he was well known in these parts.” He hesitated.
“What is it, Sean?”
“I don't like to listen to rumours, Ms Liu.”
“Sean, it's important you tell me anything that could harm this club.”
He said nothing.
“Sean, please.”
“Okay, look, I haven't heard him say this... But it's been mentioned he's not a fan of yours.”
I tilted my head back and pursed my lips.
“I just assumed it was because of all that's happened recently.”
“It's okay, Sean.”
“I mean, I don't think it's a personal problem.”
I knew it was a very personal problem.
“Please, don't say I said anything.”
“Don't worry, Sean. My lips are sealed. I'll let you get to training.”
He awkwardly turned to leave, walked at first, then broke into another run.
I cracked my knuckles while no one was around.
The door to the physio's opened.
Hilary appeared first. “Ms Liu,” they said.
“Hilary, lovely to see you again,” I replied, stretching my neck to try to see DeShaun behind them.
He appeared in the doorway, his expression giving nothing away.
“What's the diagnosis?” I asked.
“Good news and bad news,” DeShaun said. “The bad news is I can't go out with you today... Because the good news is I'm headed straight to training.”
“Oh my God, DeShaun, that's fantastic!” I said, and threw my arms around him.
He hugged me back.
I looked to Hilary. “Thank you so much.”
“Light training,” they said. “I don't want him going for any fifty-fifty balls at ten o'clock on a Monday morning or he'll be right back here.”
“He won't,” I insisted.
We both looked at DeShaun for a response.
“I'm outnumbered, aren't I?” he said.
“Yes!” I squealed, and took his hand. “Let me drive you to training.” I was adamant I wanted the rest of the team to see us arrive together.
I felt both selfish and sorry for myself as the week dragged on, all because my man wasn't at my beck and call each morning anymore, and by Thursday I took a lone drive to Edinburgh for some retail therapy.
With shopping bags propped on one chair and myself on another, I sat in a sandwich bar and munched my way greedily through a sub, throwing aside all my usual concerns about calories and carbohydrates.
If necessary, DeShaun could help me work them off in the evening.
And perhaps – my mind wandered to his mammoth cock again – we could finally find a way to achieve our orgasms in unison.
Even Joe had managed that with me.
Yuck!
And not because I'd just swallowed a gherkin.
The mere thought of that worm inside me turned my stomach, especially as he'd continued to rant online and to anyone he met in pubs around Broxburgh who was willing to listen to him. He'd become a joke.
My mobile vibrated, as it usually did around this time.
“Hi,” I said in a sultry voice, fully expecting to hear DeShaun on the end of the line.
“Just so you know, Sasha, I've spoken to legal representation and they say I've a good case for unfair dismissal.”
I acted like I'd known it was him when I answered. “Joe, if you dare do that, I'll counter-sue you for the thousands of pounds' worth of damage you did to my home.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“What, Joe, you think I wasn't smart enough to document every last bit of damage you did?”
“It wasn't me.”
“Don't play this game with me, Joe.”
“You must've smashed up your own house when I walked out.”
I laughed. “Joe, I partied after I threw you out!”
“No, no, no,” he said, anger rising in his tone. “I left you when I found out you were a cheating whore!”