by Nella Tyler
“You feel so good, baby.”
I moaned, loving the way he was making me feel, but even more so by the way he talked to me. Dirty talk drove me a little crazy.
He pulled out again and said, “I want you back on top of me, baby, will you sit on me again and ride me good?”
I nodded. I liked taking the driver’s seat.
He lay on the bed once again, and I climbed on top of him. I bent forward and kissed him full on the mouth. Our tongues met as I plunged him inside of me.
“Baby, that feels so good.”
I was so sexually satisfied, but yet so turned on still – that's how you knew you were having great sex. I was aching inside with want of him.
I rode Bennett's cock, feeling the delicious sensations spread all over my body. I loved every inch of him.
“You look so amazing right now, Emmi. You are incredible.”
As I pushed onto him a little more, I rode him a harder, watching his face as I pleasured him. I felt full with him inside me, but I loved every moment of it. He then began to move his hips and meet my thrusts onto his cock. He was getting even deeper. I moaned as he picked up the pace, his smooth cock gliding inside and out.
“Are you okay, babe?”
“Yes, I love it. Your cock feels so good.”
“Glad to hear I can make you feel good.”
“God, yes. Being in control has its advantages.” I smiled down at him.
Riding on him, he felt humongous inside me. Bennett rocked into me slowly, continuing to meet my thrusts. I started rocking into him faster, letting the waves of pleasure crash into me repeatedly, with not much of a break in between.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
He rubbed against my moist clit, giving me some added pleasure while I moved on his cock.
I thought I would lose my mind. He was sexy, and I had so much pleasure going through me that I could barely contain myself.
The whole length of his cock slowly pushed inside me, causing me to let out a slow and powerful moan. There were so many different feelings and sensations going through my body at that moment. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, and I wanted to let go of another orgasm.
“I want more.”
I heard him chuckle, and he started pumping me as I thrust onto him. I was delirious with the pleasure he was giving me – I needed it, needed him.
I didn't expect for my pussy to become so wet. I was dripping and I felt a build up once again. I couldn't believe I was about to cum again. God, the thought was just too delicious.
“Bennett, it feels good. It really does feel so good.”
“I know, baby. It's amazing, isn't it?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I'm coming again.”
My whole body shuddered as I came on top of him. He continued pumping inside of me, breaking all reason inside my mind. He was glorious – all of it was so incredible. The best sex of my life was happening and I had all the control. As I felt myself build up for another orgasm, the shudders ripped through my body causing me to ache to scream his name.
“Oh, Emmi, I'm ready, too, baby. I'm going to cum.”
I moaned, loving how sexy he was with his dirty talk. He spilled inside of me, calling out my name.
I slid slowly off his cock and knew for certain that I was going to be very sore the next day. It would be worth it, though – oh for sure it would be.
We lay next to each other, exhausted. It felt like life had been breathed back into our relationship, certainly our sex life. I felt amazing just lying there next to him and I had never felt closer to him.
“That was amazing,” I whispered.
“It sure was.”
I closed my eyes and relished in the glorious passionate sex we had just had. I couldn't have asked for a better rekindling of our connection.
Chapter Ten
We lay there in each other’s arms, and I decided I couldn't have asked for a better day. The best part was that it wasn't over yet. We still had the rest of the evening together, and if I could, I would be dragging Bennett back into the bedroom for an encore of what we just did.
I nestled onto his chest and felt his smooth breathing lifting me up and down. I could almost fall asleep in that position, but I had no intention of wasting any time with Bennett sleeping. I wasn't sure when I would get another full day like this one and I was getting everything I wanted.
I looked up to see he had his eyes closed. There was still a small smile playing on his face, so I knew he was happy. “How do you feel?” I asked.
He opened his eyes and glanced down at me. “Better than I have in a long time, thanks to you.”
“I feel pretty good myself...thanks to you.” I giggled.
He started petting my head, allowing his fingers to go through my hair. It felt so relaxing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. The moment was short-lived, however, as a phone began to ring. I knew by the ringtone that it wasn't mine, so it had to be Bennett's.
I was surprised when he got out of bed and dug his phone out of his pant pocket.
“Hello?” he answered into the phone. I could tell by the look on his face that it was a professional call and I began to panic. I wasn't sure why I was panicking as Bennett had promised me the whole day, so it shouldn't matter who was on the phone.
“Yeah, no problem coach, I will be there.” He then clicked off the phone and stared at me blankly.
“Who was that?”
“Coach needs me at practice today. He wants to prepare for the big game.”
My mouth dropped open. I could not believe he was actually doing this to me. He made a promise and he couldn't just say no to one practice. A practice he didn't even need. I couldn't have been more furious with him, and it took all my willpower to not blow a gasket right there.
My heart was in a lurch because I did not understand how he couldn't make me a priority in his life at all. Really, what was wrong with the man? He was just being a lap dog, and I didn't know why. He was so much better than that. He was a good man, but he was in the process of royally fucking up our relationship over a practice. It wasn't like I was asking him to give up a game or to miss the scheduled practices, but this extra stuff was too much for me. I couldn't deal with it anymore.
“Are you kidding me?”
“What?”
“So, what's going on here? You just come over long enough to get laid now and then you bail.”
He raised his eyebrows, shocked. “Emmi, you know it's not like that at all. Come on, be reasonable.”
“Me be reasonable? Really? You don’t even care about this relationship anymore, do you?”
“Emmi, please. What are you talking about?” He began to pull on his jeans and zipped them up. As he was grabbing his shirt, he turned to look at me again.
“You promised me that we were going to spend the whole day together, no matter what. And then all it takes is your coach calling and you bail on me like I don't matter to you.”
“That's not true and you know it.” He slipped on his shirt and continued, “I’m sorry, I just really need to go.”
“Actually, you don't. You are the star player; so don't talk to me like I don't know baseball. You need to go to those scheduled practices because they keep you sharp, but these extra practices you have been doing are not necessary. They are overkill for someone like you.”
“I have to get ready for the big game, my coach says it’s important. The practices are for that. Don't you think that I should be listening to my coach?”
“Oh, give me a break. Your coach knows you don't need extra practices. You are being taught a lesson because you thought it was cool to skip four practices in a row. Now they are making you pay for it. Call him back and tell him you have plans, that you don't need the extra practice. If he knows you are ready to go, I assure you he will back off.”
I was practically shouting, but I couldn't help myself. I was seeing red because Bennett was showing me exactly how little I meant to him and I didn't like it. I wante
d him to stand up for himself and tell his coach he was ready. Instead, he was throwing everything else in his life away. I was so frustrated with him that I thought I was going to explode. I loved the game; I probably loved it more than Bennett did. But I would never put a game or a career above another human being, especially if I loved that human being.
Loved. Yes, I said it. I loved Bennett Thomas and he was too stupid to see what was right in front of him. He was going to choose the game, his career, over love, over me and probably never look back. Well, I wasn't about to sit around and watch it all fall apart. If he wanted me go, I would do that easily just for him.
“I want you to chose me, Bennett. Please, this time for the sake of our relationship chose me. You don't need this practice and you know it.”
“Emmi, please, things are getting way too heated right now and it's unnecessary. This is my job. I don't tell you what to do about your career, so please don't tell me how to handle mine.”
“My career doesn't demand me to not have a social life, that's the difference. My career doesn't prevent me from falling in love. There is a big difference.”
“Stop it.”
“Bennett, I love you. But I can't do this anymore. Your behavior is tearing us apart. You can have both, but you won't allow it. I don't know why you are doing this to us.”
He stopped. “You love me?”
“Yes, you idiot, I love you. Don't you feel the same way?”
He smiled sadly. “Yes, Emmi, I love you, too. More than you know. But this is my career, my dream – I can't just give up on it. What would I do? Become a coach? This is what I have to do to be in the major leagues.”
“That's bullshit and you know it. I have watched my father mentor players my whole life. Not one of them had to give up his life for the game. You get your ass to those scheduled practices, but that's it you don't give up everything.”
“I'm sorry, I have to go.”
He turned to leave, and I literally felt my heart break in two. He wasn't listening to me at all. I knew what I was talking about, and yet he didn't care. He was ignoring everything I was saying, dismissing my experience all because his coach called. He was acting like he had no backbone at all. He was hurting me, breaking me in two, and he didn't care. At the end of the day, he was going to walk out on me and choose baseball over me. My blood pressure was going through the roof, and all I saw was red. I was in a fit of rage and without thinking I yelled out, “I'm sick of this, Bennett, and I'm not doing it anymore. You either choose me or you choose baseball, but you don't get to treat me this way and expect me to stick around. I'm done.”
He stopped with his back to me.
Chapter Eleven
Shell-shocked, I couldn't believe the words that had come out of my mouth. I never would have thought that I would give anyone that kind of ultimatum, but Bennett had pushed me too far. I wasn't just going to bow down like my father asked me to and I was done waiting like Connie wanted me to do. I was sick of being second to a game when I had given Bennett my all. I knew he could juggle both – he had been doing it just fine before he screwed up on his practices. But he wasn’t even willing to go back to that. I was just expected to live that way while he went off and went into the major leagues. What he didn't realize was that I wanted to be by his side as he made it there. Not pushed aside while he got there and then ended up with another girl. And that was inevitable. If he kept pushing me aside, I would leave, and when he made it to the big leagues, he would just meet someone new like I had never mattered. Well, I wasn't going to have it. He was either going to choose me and put our relationship first or he could lose me all together.
He turned around slowly and faced me. I couldn't really read his expression, but if I had to guess, it was somewhere between shock and anger. I knew that our conversation was about to get really ugly, but I wasn't sure what to do about it. I had said what I needed and it was now up to him to make a decision. If he made a bad one, there was nothing that I could do about it. I would not be chasing him for love any longer.
“I cannot believe what I'm hearing right now. Are you seriously asking me to give up my career? A career that you wanted me to have with your father in the first place? You aren't even making any sense right now, Emmi.”
“Don't tell me how I'm feeling. You have been pushing me away for weeks, and you just expect me to be here at your beck and call whenever you feel like picking up the phone to call. We don't have a relationship right now. I don't even know what to call what we have, but it's disgraceful. We had something great until you stopped going to your practices. All I'm asking is that we go back to the way things were. Stop pushing me away and invest in us.”
“I don't know what to say.”
“I want you to have a career in baseball, Bennett, but not at the expense of us, our relationship. Why would you want that? Why are you throwing us away over extra practices?”
“I'm trying to get to the major leagues, Emmi, in case you didn't know.”
“You can get there easily without killing yourself and us with these extra practices. Stand up for your talent. You're all star for a reason, for God’s sake.”
“What do you want from me? I'm doing the best I can right now.”
“Dammit, Bennett! I want you to fight for us. If you love me, it’s a pretty easy request.”
Bennett stood there like a deer caught in the headlights, speechless. I could see by the look in his eyes that he was weighing his options. The decision should have been easy, but he was acting like it was life or death. I couldn't even be sure if he wanted to choose me at all or if he was okay with letting me go.
“Stay with me, please, Bennett.”
His expression grew more frantic as his mind went in many different directions.
“I'm sorry...but I have to go.”
He turned from me then and walked out of my bedroom. I didn't bother to get up and follow him; there was nothing more that I could say to him. I had given him every reason in the world to stay and he had walked out on me. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but I knew that one day he would regret it.
Throwing Love #5
Chapter One
I couldn't say how long I sat there in my bedroom for – five minutes...30 minutes, maybe even an hour. There was no sense of time for me. It could have been 30 seconds or an eternity; I felt nothing. My body was in a terrible way, so numb. I had never felt that way before. I think part of me was in shock. Yes, I was definitely in shock. Where was Bennett, why had he not come back yet? I had waited and waited some more, so where was he? I knew I wasn't thinking straight and no matter how much I thought about getting out of my bed, I just couldn't do it. My body was immobile, I couldn't move if I wanted to. Every part of me was numb, and I hated that feeling. But I didn't know how to stop it or how to move.
He had walked out, left me, seemingly without a care in the world. Why? Why had he done that? I couldn't process what had happened between us. Why had we fought so badly? I thought he would have stayed. He should have. Shouldn't he? Was I asking too much? Should I have just accepted the shitty part of our relationship that left me abandoned on a regular basis?
I knew I shouldn't have threatened his career. That had been a mistake. I don't know what I was thinking. It was so stupid. His pride alone would have made him cringe over that request. Guys normally didn't like ultimatums, and mine was a brutal one, so that just made it even worse. But it wasn't like I wanted him to give up baseball completely for me. I just wanted things to go back to the way they were before he started missing practices. I didn't think that was a lot to ask. I knew it wasn't a lot to ask. I had just wanted him to find a place for me in his life, as well. Not give up everything, but have me as a priority. That was a completely normal request. I wasn't crazy. I didn't want to be second in his life. I wanted him to have a great career, but with me by his side. I no longer wanted to be treated like some kind of groupie whom he spent time with every now and again. I was more than that. I loved him. I
loved him a lot.
I felt hollowed out. I thought I might even throw up. My heart was no longer in my chest. It was crushed on the floor with what appeared to be a footprint on it. Yes, that was a footprint – the same print that Bennett's shoe made. That was how it felt, anyways. I thought things had been bad before our fight, but now this; this was on a whole other level, one that changed everything. Things between us would never be the same.
He had left...what did that mean? Maybe he never really loved me in the first place. Why wouldn't he at least talk to me? My God...I felt like I was going crazy. How could he just walk out on me? Not even discuss it, but just walk out as if I meant nothing to him? It was total asshole behavior and yet, I knew that wasn't the kind of character Bennett had.
The game, or maybe it was just his coach and my father, but they had such a control on him. My father had really caused a mess when he showed up at Bennett's apartment. I could almost strangle him for getting involved. It had caused so many problems between Bennett and me. It was as if Bennett didn't think he could make it to the big leagues anymore unless he did their bidding. How did he manage to forget that he was doing just that when we began dating? Everything had been great until Bennett decided that skipping practices was a great idea. Men!
The pain I was feeling was kept me confined in my bed, staring at the door. I practically had it memorized, the lines of the door, the color. I had never felt so betrayed in my life. It was too much for my brain to take in at once. I thought he would at least discuss things with me. Tell his coach he couldn't come to this one practice so that he could figure things out with me. That would have been the best possible thing for us to do. But as it turns out, there was room for only one love in Bennett's life and that love wasn't me. There was no doubt about it. I had never felt so terrible in my whole life. Why was he doing this to me?