"God damn shit motherf-"
"You alright?"
"No." I slammed my hands on the table and groaned, my head pounding as I stared at the computer screen. The bright white background of my email was pissing me off and I closed the laptop before pushing it away. "I'm fucked! I have nothing for Monday and my volunteers are backing out."

Brendan poked his head into the doorway and frowned. "Why are they backing out?"
I rubbed my eyes and shrugged. "Probably because I was a bitch in high school and karma is just now catching up with me." He snickered and vanished into the bedroom. I heard his feet hit the tile in the bathroom and the shower turn on a moment later. "Brendan?" I called, pushing up from my chair.
I made my way to the bedroom and sat on the edge of our mattress. "Brendan?"
"Yeah babe?" He came to the door with a towel around his waist, hanging low on his hips and dangerously loose. "You alright?"
I couldn't keep my eyes from the cut muscles under his pecs. They were tan, toned like nothing I'd ever seen, and I felt my bottom lip slide out in a pout. "Do you have to go to work today?"
He stepped closer and ran his thumb over my lip, grinning as I pulled it into my mouth. His skin was salty on my tongue and I sucked it for a moment before biting down. My own hand reached for his towel, tugging the knot in the terry cloth and grinning as it fell to the floor between us.
He shivered as I ran my fingers over his shaft and took a soft grip. He was velvety, skin so soft against my palm, and I looked up to see him swallow hard. His Adam's apple bobbed, eyes glued to mine and hooded with lust.
"Do you have to go, Brendan?"
He nodded slowly but his body said otherwise, hips moving toward me slightly to give him tension. I held him still and grinned, slipping a thumb over his tip that was wet with precum.
"Are you sure?"
"P-press stuff for next season. I have to be there."
"You can't call in sick?" i brought him to my mouth and licked a slow stripe up the bottom of his hard-on. He whimpered as I leaned to the side and kissed the ridge of his abdomen, tracing my lips over the dip of his hip and down to his thigh.
"You're the devil, you know that?"

"I've been told." I reached behind him to slap his ass and he chuckled, pulling my hair into a messy ponytail. His wrist brushed my ear as he guided me down onto his deal and I slid from the bed and onto my knees. The taste of him on the tip of my tongue was sweet and I hummed in delight before pulling back. "Don't you have a phone call to make?"

Notes

sorry about the formatting.