“I’m so close, baby. I need you to come for me. I need you to come for me now.” He puts more pressure on my clit and I fall over the edge uncontrollably, tightening on his cock as he fucks me and pulling him over the edge with me. His deep release echoes through me. He’s holding me up to keep me from falling. He carries me to the bed still mounted on his cock and holds me. Both of us staying connected as one, he kisses my hair and wraps his arms tightly around me.
“I’m staying here with you all night and I’m not leaving tomorrow,” he whispers as we fall asleep.
I wake up at about 4am Thursday morning. Rick has released his arms from around me, but his body is still up against mine. I carefully get up to use the bathroom and get a drink of water. I’d managed to sleep with my boots on, so I finally take them off and strip down to skin. I climb back into bed to find Rick asleep on his back and still buck naked from last night. Memories from the evening and our personal after party roll over me.
Did he say he’s staying and not leaving? Snap out of it. Don’t go all mushy now and start reading too much into it. It’s simply his off day.
I move toward him and take his cock in my mouth. He hardens almost immediately as I stroke his shaft with my tongue and vibrate him with my moans. He groans appreciatively, but doesn’t open his eyes—Could he still be sleeping? Dreamland? I suck lightly and tenderly love on him for quite some time, when he finally opens his eyes and focuses on me. I climb up him and kiss him like I’ve never had the pleasure of kissing him before and may never get to kiss him again. He wraps his arms around me and holds me while we kiss. My naked body on his, as if it’s how it’s meant to be. I rub my bare sex against him and his cock is ready for me. I lean back and take him in. His cock completely buried in my wet heat.
Something new and different shines in his eyes, “I love the way this feels. I love the way you feel.”
It makes my heart kick and I’m not ready to hear any more, so I squeeze him inside of me and begin to bounce up and down on his hard cock.
He sits up and embraces me while I ride him, stopping my motions. He makes eye contact, “Something just changed, what happened? I want to be in the same place together, not different worlds.”
I bite my lip nervously and try to ignore his question, but he turns my face to him and forces me to look directly into his eyes while he’s searching for an answer, “Sherry? You fell asleep in my arms last night. You were mumbling in your sleep. You said the sweetest things and made me believe I’m special to you. You make me happy, but now you’re running from me.”
“You make me happy, too. It's just all so fast and it's been only me for so long. What did I say?” I ask, though I'm not sure I want him to tell me.
“You told me you’ve been waiting for me and you told me not to leave. The rest of your sleepy words aren't important right now,” he says, but his expression says something different and he isn’t sharing.
“I talk in my sleep? Apparently, I’m honest because that’s what I feel in my heart,” I reply as I gaze up into his eyes.
I sigh and put it out there, “Your words caught me off guard. We haven’t spent much time together, and the time we have been together has had a lot of naked. Yet, my heart has a long history with you.”
“Sherry, you drive me to say things I’ve never said before. Things I can’t imagine ever saying. Your honesty, tenderness and playfulness—there’s nobody else, only you.”
“How can you say that when all we do is kiss and have sex?” I throw at him rather thoughtlessly. What woman doesn’t want to hear these things from her imaginary boyfriend? And there it is. Reality. My baseball boyfriend in my mind for the last few years is actually here. Breathing. Live and in person. In my bed. Saying sweet things. Naked. Inside me. Better in every way than I thought possible. I immediately wish the words didn’t come out of my mouth, at least not with the accompanying accusing tone.
“I’m sorry. I…” and I’m cut off again.
Holding me tightly with one hand on each of my upper arms, he’s almost shaking. “I could get mad and leave right now, but I’m not going to let the one person who makes me happy be the one who ruins my day. Look, I understand what you’re saying, but I also feel you and your heart. This, right now—it’s not just sex. What are you scared of?” he says with a strange, almost angry tone.
“I am scared. My fantasy world became real. You don’t want to hear it, but you’ve been my baseball boyfriend for years. You were a fantasy who didn’t have real life implications or any of the real issues around having a relationship with a baseball player. I’m scared you’ll leave, then I lose both you and my fantasy.” I stop and take a deep breath. He’s still hard inside me and I want to move on him, grind against him. “I get it. You’re not a baseball player with me, but you do play professional baseball for a living.”
He puts his hands on my hips and holds me still, “I’m not leaving.” He kisses me senseless and encourages me to continue my movements, grinding together where we’re joined.
We kiss and grasp at each other for purchase, full of genuine need while we make love. He’s right, it is different. We come together with no effort at all. No words directing one another, it’s how it’s meant to be. The ultimate climax, both of us going off like slow burning gun powder with unending orgasms. Simply mind blowing.
We held each other and he fell back to sleep while I recapped in my head. He isn’t leaving because I’m the one person who makes him happy. His words sink in and my heart is full. Tears roll down my face and I sniffle, waking him from his almost sleep.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Happy girl tears,” I say with a crooked smile and relax into his arms.
When I was finally ready to get up, Rick was already awake and having a quiet conversation with himself.
“Good morning. Hungry? Coffee? How long do you have this morning before you need to leave?”
“I told you, I’m not leaving today and I meant it. I need to be at the stadium tomorrow by 2pm and I’ll be back after the game tomorrow night. Very hungry, and coffee sounds good.”
“Let me whip up an omelet for you. Coffee is brewing.”
“Are you going to cook breakfast for me naked?”
“Yes. Cooking naked. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all, as long as we have some time to shower together after breakfast.”
“Is your plan to be naked all day today? I was asked out on a date for tonight at 6:30.”
Our conversation continues as I go to the refrigerator to gather what I need for the omelet. I beat a half-dozen eggs with milk, a shake of salt and a pinch pepper. I let the eggs rest while I chop up part of a ham steak and half a basket of cremini mushrooms. I break down half of a red bell pepper, ending up with pretty strips of red. I roll up a few basil leaves tightly and give them a thin chiffonade. I cut the green ends down about four inches off three stalks of my scallions that are growing in my kitchen and chop them into little rounds. I put my skillet on to warm, rub it down with a tiny bit of butter and add my ham and mushrooms. I give the pan a toss, flipping everything around and add my bell peppers. I give my egg mixture a quick beat and dump it all into the pan. I give the pan a swirl to make sure everything is coated quickly. After a few minutes I flip it over and add some Colby Jack cheese as well as the scallions and basil. I turn off the burner and let the remaining heat cook it gently for a few minutes. I fold the omelet in half as I slide it out of the pan. It looks about perfect.
Rick had already helped himself to coffee and poured some for me. I hand him the plate with a napkin and fork.
“This is my take on an omelet, enjoy.”
He sits down to eat. “So, you cook, you sing, you know baseball, you’re beautiful naked, and you aren’t shy. What don’t you know how to do?”
“Play pool, hit a baseball and I’m not very good at catching either,” I reply bluntly. “How’s your breakfast?”
“It’s delici
ous. Thank you.”
I wasn’t questioned on my baseball skills, so I’m calling it a win.
“How about I stay here with you while the team is home this home stand? Since I’m special and you don't want me to leave,” he states more than asks.
“I do have to work, but I guess you do, too,” I reply with an accepting smile.
“I’m still taking you out on a date tonight, so how about a ride to the stadium? I need to get my car and pick up a few things. I’m not leaving you.”
“Don’t we need to shower first?” I ask with a wink and a dirty smile.
Rick wraps his arm around my waist, picks me up and carries me to the shower. We’re both already naked. He turns on the hot water, I dash out of the shower to turn on my steamy music playlist (you would guess its dirty, sexy, and maybe even kinky by the name, but it’s my shower mix) and avoid the cold water that’s going to come spraying out. He finds out the hard way it takes a minute for my water to heat up and I laugh as he jumps and curses at the cold water hitting his bare ass. With an ass as hot and hard as his, the water must have been almost instantly hot. It doesn’t take long for the shower to get steamy. We’re both wet all over. Droplets of water beading on his eyelashes. All I can do is admire how sexy he is, so damn sexy.
This hard everywhere, solid man with muscles on his muscles and he only wants me. I must be crazy if I believe I’m the only one he wants. I would buy that I’m the only one he wants right now, maybe even this week. Or, maybe he’s crazy for being a professional baseball player who can have almost any woman he wants and choosing me. I think pretty highly of myself, but I understand reality and I’ve met it face to face on more than one occasion. Let’s face it, I’m seven years older than him and in my mid-thirties. Nothing is sagging yet or anything and I’ve got some great curves, but I’m not one of those perfect twenty somethings. Then again, they’d be lucky to have an ass as nice as mine. I’m not blind and I’m not stupid, so I must be crazy to keep walking forward into whatever this is. Maybe I’m thinking about this the wrong way. Maybe I need to consider this an opportunity or a once in a lifetime experience. But, if I consider him my hot baseball boyfriend and truly the fantasy—that makes him a baseball player—which is definitely not allowed according to Mr. Seno’s rules for this… this thing. All I know is I’m taking this ride until I’m road rashed, black, blue and bloody, because I will regret it if I don’t.
I reach for my shampoo and Rick gives me a funny look, until I start washing his hair. Massaging his head, neck and scalp with my fingertips, causing him to close his eyes and sigh with relief. I rinse his hair out and repeat the process, making sure to thoroughly massage his head and rub my naked body against his front in the process. I soap up his muscled torso, shoulder to ass, front and back. Its like taking a trek through a forbidden place, touching everything that has a “Do Not Touch” sign on it and pressing every red button that says “Emergency use only”. Bathing him, my hands on him, is turning us both on. Both of us hot and slippery soapy. The exotic tropical coconut and warm vanilla scent from my shower gel engulfs us as “Never Tear Us Apart” by INXS starts playing on my steamy playlist (who knew? I actually had something somewhat steamy on there). He pulls me close and kisses me with intent I feel all the way to my toes. This is a new kiss. Lingering, promising, claiming. His hands skimming over my wet nakedness. Holding me with his strength, yet as if I were breakable. Making me feel cared for, loved. I reach my arms around his neck and he lifts me up, so I wrap my legs around him. He backs me to the shower wall, the water spraying down over us as he kisses me deeply. Sucking on my tongue and stroking it, then darting in and out of my mouth—showing me what he wants to do next. I deepen the kiss and push myself up higher on him, allowing him access to my opening that’s already spread and waiting for him with my legs wrapped around him. His erection in the perfect place, we work our bodies back to one slowly, tenderly, until he’s completely seated inside me. Slowly, he moves in and out, sensuously stroking himself with me. It builds inside me with each thrust, over and over. His kiss alternating between sucking and stoking my tongue. His hands grasping my breasts while he continues to thrust into me, pinned to the shower wall. His pace begins to quicken, he moves his kiss to my neck and bites down hard, sucking on my neck, sending me into an immediate spiral as he comes so hard inside me I can feel his cock pounding and his fluids fill me. He pulls out quickly and sets me down before we both fall over. He leans against the wall and slides down to sit on the floor. He gazes at me across the shower, both of us completely sated and in uncharted territory. At least I’m not alone, unable to stand, heart beating out of my chest, with no words.
Chapter Eight
I drive up to the stadium to drop him off and he directs me to the employee entrance. He waves to the gate guard and I find myself driving into the player’s garage. I’ve never been here before, so I need to take a moment and note the details. There are only about a dozen vehicles parked here right now, but it’s an off day. I wonder how many of the guys are here and how many are doing exactly what Seno is doing, left their car here for safe keeping. Are the coaches here or are some of the players here to get a work out in on an off day? Maybe some front office people are taking advantage of the parking? I stop in the middle of the garage with my car still running to let him out.
“What are you doing? Park,” he says gesturing with his head to the right.
I pull into a parking space on the right and turn off the engine. Not sure why he wants me to park. He’s not taking me into the clubhouse with him or anything.
He turns to me, “I’ll be back at your place in a couple hours.”
“Okay,” I say with a sweet girly smile. What the heck has gotten into me? Sweet girly smiles make me want to yack! I must be losing it.
He gets out of my car and starts to walk into the stadium, then turns around all of a sudden. “I forgot something.”
I roll down my window to ask what he forgot, but he’s kissing me before I can speak. He’s kissing me hard and long, with serious sexual intensity. He breaks away, “I don’t want you to forget about me.” He disappears into the building, leaving me wondering if being punch drunk could cause me to get pulled over for drunk driving. I gather my senses and decide to use part of that couple hours for some shopping. I can still be back and working by the time he gets to my place. But, his kiss inspired me to go panty shopping.
I check out the main stream fancy underwear stores and find a short red satin robe with a matching lace up corset and string bikini set. I stop in the department store and hit the jackpot with fun panties. One pair is black with lips like the Rolling Stones logo and says “Bite Me” in big letters across the butt. Another pair is pale pink and printed with lollipops, candies, and the words “Lick” “Suck” “Sweet” all over them. But, my favorite pair is bright blue with the Cookie Monster on the front eating a cookie and “Eat Me” in bold print across the butt.
I hurry home to get going on my work before he gets there.
I walk into my small penthouse and it smells like him. I take a deep breath and enjoy the scent. I put away my new purchases, open the window, start up my work playlist, and do my best to focus on business as Rick Springfield’s Beach Reggae Mix version of “Jessie’s Girl” floats around me. What can I say? Beachy, reggae style gets me in the beach vacation-planning mood.
I update my website with the vacation photos I received earlier this week and share them on my social media. I make a few calls to check in with my customers who are currently vacationing and everybody is happy. In fact, the Crane Family is having such a good time Mr. Crane wants me to see if I can extend their vacation home rental on the beach of Oahu another week. I’m good, but I’m not a magician. Beachfront rental homes get booked up early and rarely have any openings for something as spontaneous as extending a stay after you are already there. It’s not a hotel, there are no extra rooms. I check with the property owner and they can extend, but only one additional night. I che
ck the last minute travel specials for hotels and discover the Sweetheart Rock Resort on the Island of Lanai is offering free airfare round trip from Oahu and Kona with a minimum 5 night stay and price it out. I call Mr. Crane and let him know we can only extend the house one night, but we can fly his whole family to Lanai where they can stay at the Sweetheart Rock Resort for a week for only $2,800. It’s a steal and he can’t pass it up. I love those last minute things. Hotels have too many empty rooms and come up with some great offers.
There’s a knock on my door, I look up and realize how quickly the time has flown by. I check the peephole to see Rick waiting at my door. I play with him. “Who is it?” I call through the door.
“You know who it is. I saw you look through the peephole.”
“No, I don’t recognize you,” I say jokingly.
“Maybe if I pulled out my huge cock that would jog your memory,” he says loudly so all the neighbors can hear.
I quickly open the door and glare at him.
“You started it.” He laughs and comes in, greeting me with the same kiss he left me with. I could get used to that.
He brings a duffle bag and garment bag in with him. “Go ahead and hang your clothes up in my closet, there’s some room on the close end,” I tell him and immediately wish I’d think before I open my mouth. Too late. I hung my new red satin purchase there, next to my jerseys and baseball shirts.
A comment comes from the closet, “That’s hot.” I grin to myself, I knew he’d like it. A few minutes later he returns in a T-shirt, shorts, and running shoes, with a black iPod shuffle and ear buds clipped to his shirt.
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