I slid off my jacket and slowly unbuttoned my blouse as he watched. I loved the hunger in his eyes when he looked at me. I felt desired. Wanted. Sexy.
My matching red bra was obviously something he liked. I watched as he licked his lips, his eyes tracing the outline of the silk material. I reached behind me and unlatched the hooks before letting the material drop to the bed, revealing my swollen breasts.
His mouth lowered, immediately taking one nipple between his lips. He sucked hard, causing me to arch toward his mouth and let out a soft sigh.
“Those sweet moans drive me wild,” he gasped, lifting before paying the same attention to my other breast.
I pushed my skirt and panties down past my hips. My body fell back onto the bed while I arched my ass upward to remove the material that once covered me.
“Do you want this?” I asked, opening my legs to reveal my swollen flesh.
“This what?” he asked, smirking a bit as he spoke.
“This… pussy,” I said, feeling a strange rush of excitement as I said the word.
His smirk grew as he noticed my reluctance. I didn’t talk dirty, I never had. He brought something out in me, something wild. I loved it. I could tell he loved it too.
His hands gripped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. His cock hung close to me, touching my thigh, twitching when I moved my hips. My body was burning with desire for this man. I’d never wanted someone so badly in my life.
My hands reached out, gripping his cock. He was warm, hard, and smooth. I stroked him slowly, lowering to cup his balls. He groaned with pleasure at my touch. My fingers rolled around his flesh, tugging it, massaging it, making it tighten with excitement.
His hand pushed into my chest, forcing me back onto the mattress where my hand no longer reached him.
“I’m going to make this ‘one more time’ count,” he said, his words dripping like honey onto my flesh as he slipped on a condom with his one free hand.
His cock pressed into my thigh, then found its way to my slit. My legs spread open, his hands holding me tightly in place as he forced himself inside my tight opening. I moaned out with pleasure, my head fell back onto the mattress, and my back arched as he slammed inside of me.
He continued to hold me down, his hand against my chest, pinning me to the bed. I couldn’t lift up. I could barely move, though I wanted to, needed to. He thrust into me, sometimes slow, then fast, never warning me of the change of pace. Just the tip teased me while I tried desperately to connect with him harder, but he backed away as I got close to breaking free from his grip.
My body trembled like thunder was rolling through my veins. My orgasm built quickly, and I cried out as I exploded beneath him, releasing all over his hard flesh. His thumb circled my clit, pushing against it as it pulsated beneath him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he moved faster, then abruptly pulled away.
My body felt so empty, so cold as crawled down the bed. He lowered between my legs, licking my inner thighs, slowly working his tongue upward. My body relaxed at the sensation of his tongue lapping at my folds. It found its way into my center, lapping and sucking until I was crying out again.
I screamed his name as he sucked my clit in between his lips, tugging it away from my body as I arched toward his mouth. “You like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Turn over,” he commanded.
I looked into his beautiful blue eyes before doing what I was instructed. I wanted to see them in my mind while they were out of sight. I rolled over onto my belly, scooting higher onto the bed. His hands caressed my legs, my feet before roaming to my ass cheeks.
“I could play with you forever,” he mumbled. I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear that, but I did.
I pushed my ass off the mattress, high into the air. His tongue slipped between my cheeks, licking and sucking my heated flesh. The mattress shifted with his weight as he moved on top of me.
His cock pressed into me, first gliding through my ass cheeks, teasing me with fear of ass play, but then slowly gliding to the wet, warm place he’d just left.
He pushed into me slowly, filling me up as he hit new spots inside of me I didn’t know existed. My moans grew uncontrollably louder with each thrust. My hips bucked backward toward him, pushing him deeper and deeper into my body.
Warm breath soothed my neck, sweet whispers filled my ears. Soon, our bodies had become one, shaking, pulsating, and orgasming in sync.
I felt the weight of him against me pressing me down into the mattress. He slid out of me, rolled over. I released a long breath from my chest as the pressure disappeared. “I have to admit. I’m gonna miss that, Kat,” he said, rolling out of the bed.
I turned over and watched as he disposed of the condom, wishing I could’ve felt the warmth of his cum in my body.
He picked up his briefs and his pants. He slowly slid into them, then reached for his shirt. “I know you’ve got a lot of work to do,” he said sweetly, leaning over to kiss my cheek.
I hated to see his ripples covered but hated more to see him leave. That’s what I'd told him I wanted. I loved that he was being so considerate of my needs. But fuck, was this really what I wanted?
“You’re the sweetest secret I’ve ever had,” he whispered to me before leaving my room.
I heard the front door shut as he left, and suddenly, my bed felt cold, empty. I’d never felt more alone.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Todd
Calvin’s spit splattered against my skin. His breath was hot, and his temper hotter as he continued to argue about pitches with a louder than necessary voice. I was on edge, my mind struggling to stay focused in the game, but I was right, and he was wrong. It was that simple.
Katrina had been spending time with each of the players. I knew she had to get the interviews, but it was still hard to watch her smile, laugh, and become so acquainted with my team members while pretending I didn’t exist.
Sure, there were a few stolen glances. I caught her looking at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. But since the night at the Boardwalk, her demeanor was all business.
“You need to call the pitches I fucking tell you to call,” Calvin screamed.
His face was so close to mine that our noses nearly touched. I thought we were cool. He’d apologized for being a dick that first day, and since then, he’d been pretty easy to deal with. Not now. Now, he was back to being a dick.
“I know these players better than you,” I said calmly.
He rolled his eyes, tossed his head back, then kicked the dirt under his feet. I knew he wanted to hit me. I could sense it in his body language. A part of me wished he would. I needed to let off some steam, and I couldn’t think of a better place than on Calvin Malone’s face.
“That golden arm of yours got you this far, but the players are on to your switches,” I insisted, raising my own voice now.
“I’m the fuckin’ pitcher. You listen to me. Follow my rules.”