“Fuck me,” she screamed.
I slid up her body and gripped my cock, teasing her clit while my fingers continued to work in and out. Her hand reached between us and gripped mine tightly, pulling it from between her legs, then licking her juices from my fingers. Soon, she gripped my cock with the same aggression, shoving it between her swollen labia. My heart raced with excitement, and my cock swelled almost painfully as she took on a dominance I had never seen from her before.
“That’s right, baby. Take what you want.”
She growled and arched her hips, impaling herself on me even deeper. The pressure soothed my ache, and I thrust hard into her, finally giving her what she had begged for.
She looked into my eyes and I into hers and felt nothing but love. But as soon as my eyes were closed, I pictured Caroline’s smile, her full breasts and felt her touch.
I hated myself.
My cock throbbed and twitched as it dove deeper and deeper into Whitney’s sweet pussy, the only one my cock had ever felt. Fuck, or ever would.
What is wrong with you, Calvin?
I couldn’t stay focused, and my erection started to slip away as I stared into Whitney’s innocent eyes. She felt so good, so perfect, why was I having these thoughts? I was a bastard, a horrible bastard.
“Are you okay?” she asked softly. Oh shit, she knows my erection is fading.
“I’m good,” I assured her and lowered my mouth onto hers. Our kiss pulled some blood back into my main vein, and I felt it come back to life. I wandered to her breast where I sucked and tugged at her perfect hard nipples, thrusting harder.
My eyes closed, and I concentrated on keeping my cock hard, focusing on the sweet taste of her nipple and the tightness and warmth that her pussy offered.
When my thoughts drifted to Caroline, I pushed them away only to be replaced by the brunette’s perfectly shaved pussy. I remembered how it looked bent over Ace’s lap and how soft her flesh felt against my fingers. My cock throbbed as I thought about how it would have felt to just slide them in one time.
Whitney’s moans were growing, and her body shook, and her legs trembled as she contracted against my cock. I exploded with her, feeling like an ass for thinking of another woman.
It was the first time I ever had, and certainly, the first time I ever needed to. I’d never had a problem getting off.
“I love you,” she whispered in my ear.
“I love you too,” I gasped and then rolled to my back and thought about how big of an ass I was.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Calvin
The big day finally arrived, and my nerves were on fire, burning under my skin. Ace had already planned a huge party to celebrate at his house after the game because he was one hundred percent certain we would win.
“Dropped ten grand on the party,” he said right before the game, then warned, “So, don’t fuck up out there, kid.”
My nerves began to sizzle.
I took a moment to myself, gathering my thoughts and pulling myself together after the coach had pumped everyone up with a pep talk that sounded more like screaming than anything else. Everyone was psyched, not just us, but the fans, and even the other team who planned on pissing on the new dawgs in town.
Ace jumped up in my face, letting out a roar as he pounded on his chest, “Beasts!” His breath smelled of whiskey. From the night before, I could only hope.
We took the field and listened as the fans divided their cheers and boos equally. I had already prepared myself for that, so I shook it off quickly and took my place on the mound. I could barely hear the announcer as he called out the names of the players, but I did hear my own name which sent my nerves into a further frenzy. This was it. The fat lady had already sung the anthem, and the first pitch was thrown out by none other than the owner Rhett Hamilton himself.
Time to play ball!
My first pitch was a ball, the second a foul. I took a deep breath and tried to settle down, throwing a fastball which resulted in a base hit. My heart sank as I rolled the ball around my fingers, looking for the seams. My eyes drifted to the seats behind home plate where Whitney and Holly were both cheering us on. I stared at the catcher, finally agreed on the next pitch, nodded and let the ball roll from my arm towards the batter. He swung. He missed. “Strike one!” the umpire yelled, and my confidence rose out of its snooze.
That inning resulted in nothing more than the lonely player on first base, and my team went wild as they rushed me from the field. By the sixth inning, I’d found my groove and was striking out players one by one as they took their place at bat. Some of the players were ones I’d watched and admired for years. It felt surreal to be out there on the field with them, but fucking incredible to watch them walk back to the dugout defeated.
I glanced towards the sky box to the left of the owners. The glass was tinted to reflect the glare of the sun, but I thought I could see a glimpse of blonde hair on one of the female shadows that waved an arm in the air. My thoughts drifted to Caroline, and then to Whitney with instant guilt. I pushed everything from my mind and focused on each batter as they approached. I knew them all, had studied them and watched them play. I knew their weaknesses and their strengths and worked that to my advantage with each pitch.
I was replaced after the seventh inning, the coach walking out to the mound to save my arm. “Terrific job, Calvin,” he said as he took the ball from me and motioned for my replacement. “Helluva job. Couldn’t have asked for anything more.”
The crowd roared as I walked off the field, the score of 8-0 shining on the board. I hadn’t allowed any runs, and one of those eight belonged to me. I took in the moment, still unable to believe I was here. That I’d made it, and done a damn good job.
Two innings later, my first major league game was over, and it had sucked watching the last of it from the sidelines. But I’d thrown my hundred pitches, and it was time to rest my arm so I would be fit to throw a hundred more. Again and again and again.
The game was over, 8-2. We won, we fucking won!
Marty patted me on the back and congratulated me while Ace snatched me off my feet from behind. I was filled with adrenaline, my body aching to let out a roar and my mind racing as reporters shoved microphones and cameras in my face.
The locker room was chaotic, and as coach Griffin tried to congratulate us, the team went wild. I watched as he shook his head and laughed before giving up his speech and leaving us to celebrate in our own way.
“Are you going to Ace’s party?” Marty asked.
“Yeah,” I said, stripping out of my sweaty uniform. “Are you?”
He shrugged. “They get pretty wild. I may skip this one.”
I figured Ace’s parties would be wild, hell everything about the man was wild. I had waited my entire life to be a part of this world, and that included the wild side, the winning side.