“Shame,” Tim Henman said next to me. “He looked strong before today.”
I invited Tristan over to my cottage that evening. I gave him a long, passionate kiss as soon as I opened the door. “I’m sharing this place with Hammy, but he’s out to dinner with a young player he’s trying to sign.”
“It’s not Juncheng, is it?” Tristan asked.
I grimaced while closing the door. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
We hugged, and I could feel him leaning on me for support. Losing was always difficult, especially when it was an upset to an unranked player. I knewexactlywhat Tristan was going through right now. And it was worse for him since he was trying to bounce back from an injury. But when we pulled apart, he was smiling.
“Honestly, I’m not upset about the loss,” he explained. “I played well today. Juncheng is a rising star, and he had my number. I hope he can give Moreau a proper fight.”
“I’m glad you have a good attitude about it. I was always in aterriblemood after a loss.”
Tristan shrugged it off. “It helps that I still have doubles to look forward to. I’m not going home just yet.”
“I know!” I said excitedly. “You guys are playing in the finals tomorrow afternoon! I wish I could watch it, but I’m assigned to the women’s semifinals match.”
“There will be less pressure if I know you’re not watching,” he said. “I’m sure Dominic feels the same way.”
“Still, I’m sorry you lost,” I said, guiding him over to the couch. “And I know just the way to make you feel better.”
“You’re not going to make me watch Rocky, are you?” he asked. “Because I don’t need any motivation before my doubles final tomorrow.”
“I was thinking of something more… personal.” I went to my knees before him and unzipped his jeans. “Just relax.”
Tristan had long legs, and I felt them tense as I took his cock out and began stroking it. But then all the tension went out of him as I wrapped my lips around his tip and began sucking him off.
“I honestly wasn’t expecting this when I came over,” he said in one long exhale. “I thought you wouldn’t want me to get worn out before tomorrow’s final.”
“You’re not getting worn out,” I said, taking my mouth off his hard length so I could answer. “You’re relaxing on the couch while I do all the work. Now shut up andrelax.”
“It’s hard to relax when you’re yelling at—ohh.” He trailed off with a moan.
I liked giving blowjobs. More specifically, I liked doing whatever turned a guy on. Feeling them squirm and groan as I worked made me feelpowerful,in the same way that hitting a perfect ace did. And although I didn’t consider myself anexpertat sex, I was no slouch. I was confident in my skills. Yet I had been giving Tristan a blowjob for only a minute or two when I felt his powerful thigh muscles tense again, and his breathing quickened.
“Miranda,” he practically cursed. “I’m close. I’m going to come…”
It was music to my ears, and I kept my lips wrapped tightly around his crown while stroking him faster. When he realized I wasn’t going to pull away, he laced his fingers into my hair and squeezed them into a fist, holding me on his cock as he exploded. I moaned and savored every spurt of his salty seed, his hard length pulsing like a heartbeat with every rope.
“Christ,” Tristan said, his accent more pronounced in my ears than normal. “You’re incredible.”
“I’m surprised I got you off that quickly,” I said, running my fingernails over his thighs. “Not to doubt my own skills or anything, but that was what? A minute?”
With his hand still in my hair, he pulled me up into a long kiss. “At the risk of denigrating your skills…”
“Careful what you say next,” I warned.
“…it probably has a lot to do with the fact that I haven’t come since before the tournament.”
“Ah hah!” I said. “So youdobelieve in abstaining from sex during tournaments, despite our previous fun at the French Open.”
“I believe in no such thing,” he said, casually tucking his dick back into his jeans and then resting an arm across the back of the couch. “Usually, I have no qualms about giving myself a proper wank every day or two. But I’ve been too tired this year. Most nights I go back to my hotel room, get a sports massage, and then pass out.”
“Understandable.” I glanced at my watch. “Speaking of passing out, I’d understand if you want to go do that. But if not, we could relax on the couch and watch a movie or something.” He started to open his mouth to protest, so I quickly added, “NotRocky. Unless you really want to.”
“I’m not ready to go to bed just yet.”
I reached for the remote. “Okay! Let’s see what streaming services they have connected. I know I saw Netflix…”