She ignores my pleas as she tortures me with her heaven-sent mouth. I grind my back teeth together, start thinking about anything to keep myself from losing control and coming down her throat too quickly. When the only action I’ve seen in months is my hand, my body is going crazy after tonight’s events.
“Jillian…” I growl one last time, giving in and wrapping my hands around her arms to tug her up. “I can’t hold off much longer,” I tell her as she returns to stroking my cock with her hand. The sexy-ass grin she shoots me tells me she knows exactly how close I am to blowing my load, and it also tells me that’s exactly what she’s after.
“Then come, Derek,” she finally says, having increased the speed and tightness of her strokes.
“Roll over, I’m going to come all over your tits.”
“But we just showered.”
“We can shower again later,” I grit out. “Or I can slide back into that tight pussy of yours and come inside you once again.”
She must like that suggestion because before I can even finish my sentence, she’s straddling my hips and lowering herself onto my cock. I grab hold of her hips and thrust up as she falls down, until I’m balls deep and can’t get any further inside her. Her walls flutter around me at the roughness. I don’t give her much time as I withdraw and thrust back up over and over again, our pace frantic as I chase another orgasm for both of us. The more her body shudders around my cock like this, the more my balls pull up and that tingle starts once more. With one final thrust, I give in and let it go. I slam her back down on my cock and empty every last drop I can muster up into her. Her body does delicious things as it comes apart on top of me, and I can feel everything.
Eighteen
Jillian
I collapse forward, my head resting right over Derek’s heart. My body is fluid and relaxed from all the hormones flooding my bloodstream. Neither of us can get enough of the other. That small little clasp of control finally gave way tonight and it’s like we were taken back to our college years. Back to before we had kids and adult problems. Back to when our only concerns were sex, school, and baseball. Oh, to have such small problems once again.
My breathing finally slows, yet I make no attempt to move. I feel so perfect right here in Derek’s arms, his body practically engulfing mine. He holds every last ounce of my weight so effortlessly, and most of all, I feel so loved and protected in this moment.
I let the steady thump of his heartbeat lull me into a sleepy daze. I don’t completely fall under, but I’m very close to that edge with us like this.
“Baby, you still awake?” His whisper breaks the silence as his hand coasts up and down my back.
“Mhmmm.”
“We need to get cleaned back up before we can fall asleep,” he tells me, and I can feel him start to slip out of me. He’s right, but that doesn’t make me want to move any more than I did a few seconds ago.
“Okay.” I finally give in as he attempts to move closer to the edge of the bed. I sit up and look down at him, and can see complete satisfaction in his eyes. The darkness that had settled in over the past couple of months is gone. It’s like his entire demeanor has changed after tonight. I knew us being apart was hard on him, but I don’t think I realized just how difficult it had been until seeing him now. It’s almost like an entire weight has been lifted off his shoulders. I always had faith he could turn things around and realize he wasn’t living the life he’d always wanted to. Wasn’t living up to his normal standards he’d once set to be as a loving and loyal family man.
He stands and scoops me into his arms, then heads for the bathroom once again.
I giggle. “Put me down, I can walk.”
“This was faster,” he insists as we reach the bathroom door. I flip the light on as he steps through, then sets me on the tile floor.
“Crap, the floor is cold,” I whine.
“Then, the faster you are in here, the faster you can get back into bed and I’ll warm you up.” He winks at me as he grabs a washcloth to clean himself off. I quickly take care of my own things in the bathroom before heading back to bed. My body is well sated and is going to be sore tomorrow in ways I haven’t been in years. But it was all worth it. I can only hope I’ve gotten back the man I fell for all those years ago. The man who I once pledged to spend the rest of my life with, for better or worse. While death didn’t pull us apart, I hope in the future, that’s the only thing that will.
I wake up and attempt to roll over to see what time it is, but can’t due to the large body wrapped around me and holding me tight. “Derek.” My voice is groggy as I try to wiggle free from his hold. “Derek, I need to get up,” I state, a little more sternly.
“Not yet,” he says in his sleep, tightening his hold on me.
I elbow him in the ribs. “Yes, yet.”
“Ouch,” he grunts.
“Sorry, but I’ve got to pee, and now.” He finally loosens his grip and I slip from the bed. I glimpse at the clock as I dash for the bathroom and can’t believe it’s already almost ten in the morning.
“Are you coming back to bed?” he asks when I come out of the bathroom.
“I don’t think so. It’s already ten. I can’t believe we haven’t heard from your parents or the girls yet.”
“Mom said not to worry about them, that they’d handle everything this morning and to just call them when we were ready to meet up. So, get your ass back in bed. I wasn’t done holding you.”
“Is that so?” I saunter back over to the edge of the bed.
“Sure is.” He tugs me down onto the mattress and back under the covers, where he engulfs me once again with his large, warm body.
I snuggle up, tucked against his side. His arm comes around my back with his hand settling on my hip, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my skin.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, since I’m starving.
“Yes,” he tells me as his stomach starts to make growling noises.
“I guess so.” I laugh. “How about I grab the room service menu and we put in an order. We can get ready while we wait for the food, then go find our family to meet up with for the rest of the day?”
“If you insist. I’d be happy with some food and spending the rest of the day in bed,” he says, nuzzling my neck. His lips find my one downfall spot just under my ear.
“As lovely as that sounds, we’ve got kids to tend to. We can’t just leave them to your parents all day.”
“Actually, we can.” His hand cups my breast and he rolls my nipple between the pads of his fingers, and it sends tingles right to my core. “Mom said to take all the time we needed. They’re perfectly happy to spoil the girls all day. Have some grandparent-granddaughter bonding time.”
“You make it sound so appealing,” I say as I angle my body, so he has better access.
“I can guarantee you that it will be well worth it for you if you stay here with me today,” he says, a cocky-as-shit grin on his lips as he looks me dead in the eye before he flips us so I’m on my back under him. His lips wrap around my nipple and he nips and licks at it, driving me fucking wild.
“Derek,” I pant as his tongue flicks at my sensitive peak.
“Yes, baby?”
“Food. We need food.” I somehow remember how to speak.
“I’ve got all the food I need right in front of me.”
“Fucking funny,” I deadpan. “I need sustenance.”
“Fine,” he says, sitting up, and I immediately miss his tongue and lips on my nipples. A small whimper falls from my lips and he doesn’t miss it.
“Plenty more for you later. But first, food.” He slides off the bed and stalks over to the desk to look for the room service menu.
“I think the menus are out in the kitchen area,” I tell him as he moves things around, not finding what he wants.
“Of course,” he says under his breath, yet still loud enough I can hear him. I watch as he looks around on the floor until he locates his boxers. He slips them up his legs and then h
eads out of the room. When he opens the door, the suite appears to be silent, so I take that as a good sign his parents are out somewhere with the girls or still have them in their suite next door.
He comes back a minute or so later with a binder from the kitchen. He sits down on the bed next to me and flips it open to the breakfast menu. I read the options from over his shoulder. Once we’ve both made our selections, I call the order in for us.
“How about a shower while we wait?” he asks.
“I think separate showers while we wait sounds perfect,” I tell him, deflating him just a smidge.
“I don’t like that option,” he protests.
“I’m sure you don’t, but we both know that if we get into that shower together, it’s going to turn into a dirty shower and we might miss the food being delivered. I don’t know about you, but after the workout you put me through last night, I’ve worked up an appetite and I’m bordering on being hangry. So, back that horny man up. You’re not touching me with that cock until I’ve been given some sustenance.”
“You’re cute when you’re determined.” He pulls me in for a chaste kiss. “But I know better than to come between you and your food. So, food, then a shower, and maybe another round of shower sex before we have to face the day for a few hours.”
I drop a chaste kiss against his lips. “Sounds like a plan I can get behind.”
Nineteen
Derek
We’ve been home from vacation for a little over a week and life has been just about as perfect as I could have asked for. Jillian has stayed open to the idea of us happening again. She’s let me stay at the house, back in our bed. The multiple orgasms I’ve been so expertly providing each night haven’t hurt my cause. But, the ultimate test will come in a few more weeks, when I have to return to work. Pitchers and catchers have to report first before the rest of the team, and training is held down in Arizona. So that means time away from my girls. Time around the guys. Distance from my girls. Hopefully that time and distance won’t stop the progress we’ve made.
I roll over in bed, reaching for Jillian’s warm body. I find her curled up on the edge of her side, and I pull her back to the center of the bed and into my embrace. I nuzzle my nose into her hair, taking in a deep breath. Her scent fills my lungs and my body relaxes like I’ve just taken a hit of some drug. She’s the only drug I need, the only one I’ve ever taken or needed.
“What time is it?” she mumbles.
“About five a.m. Go back to sleep,” I tell her as I slip my hand around her hip and onto her belly. My fingertips slide under the tank top she’s got on, resting once they’re fully under it and on her skin.
“Why are you awake then?” she asks, shifting slightly in my embrace.
“You were too far away from me.”
“Mhmmm.” She hums as she falls back to sleep.
I lay here with her back plastered to my front, like two spoons perfectly seated together. Her body fits so perfectly against my own and I wish I could keep us in this moment forever. I tuck it away so I can think back on it when my nights will be lonely once I’m back at work and away from her.
With me due to training camp in just another couple of weeks, it’s time I quit slacking off this offseason and get back into game shape, so I head for the gym. When I arrive, a few other of the guys had the same thoughts as I did, and I find a handful of my teammates already here working out. After dropping my bag in my locker bay, I make my way out to the weight room. I find my best friend, JJ, already here and getting started.
“Hey, man,” I greet him, pounding the fist he holds out to me after he finishes his rep of squats.
“How’s it hanging?”
“Eh, it’s hanging. I’m ready to get back in the swing of things.”
“Me too, bro. How’re Jillian and the girls?” he asks between sets.
“Good,” I tell him with a smile on my lips. “Things are really good. Disney was just what we needed, even if it did cost me a fortune.”
“Please, like your bank account even felt the hit,” he replies, smirking at me. It’s no secret I’m one of the highest paid pitchers in the league.
“Dude, I could have bought a car for the amount that we dropped. But I’d do it ten times over if it got me to where we are again.”
“Then it sounds like money well spent.”
“What are we focusing on today?” I ask, changing the subject to what we both came here to do.
“Figured a full body workout was the place to start. I know I’ve gone slack this offseason a bit more than I should have.”
“I know what you mean.” I nod in agreement as we both start hitting the weights. We’ve been doing this long enough we know what we need to work on.
Two and a half hours later, I’m dripping in sweat and ready to collapse on the floor. My body is screaming at me for the workout I’ve subjected it to after so long off, but with pain comes improvement and strength. Strength is something I need to make it through the long season and hopefully late into the postseason. To be playing baseball come September and October is always the dream of every professional baseball player, and I know my years of that happening are definitely numbered.
“Want to go grab some lunch?” JJ asks once we’re both showered off and dressed.
“Sure. Mexican?” I ask. My old agent, Madison, turned me on to this little Mexican joint her husband and his old teammates like to go to all the time.
“Sounds good. I could go for a good margarita right about now,” JJ comments. “I’ll meet you there.”
I pull my cell phone from my pocket and send off a quick text to Jillian to let her know what my plans are.
Derek: JJ and I are going out for lunch. Need me to pick up anything afterwards before I come home?
Jillian: We’re good here. How was your workout this morning?
Derek: Kicked my ass but felt good to get back to the gym. No more slacking off for me if I’m going to be ready for training camp next month.
Jillian: I’m sure you’ll be ready. It’s not like you let your body go.
Derek: You’re good for my ego, babe. :winky face:
Jillian: Is that all I’m good for?
Derek: Fuck no. You’re good for so much more…. I’ll prove it to you tonight.
Jillian: I’ll hold you to that.
My cock hardens in my pants at the thought of her holding me to do anything, but damn, do I love it. I love that we’re back to this easy banter, the ease of knowing each other so well.
I slip my phone back in my pocket as I reach my truck. I toss my bag in the back seat and climb in, then take off for the restaurant. It doesn’t take me long to get there and find a parking spot. I pull in next to JJ’s swanky sports car. I swear the guy changes cars as often as some people change their underwear.
“When did you get this ride?” I ask, checking out the sleek car.
“Last week,” he says, taking in the beauty of the car that is in front of us. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket, so I pull it out while we walk into the restaurant.
I see Riley’s picture flashing on the screen and slide the button across to answer her call.
“Hey, Ry,” I greet her by her nickname.
“Hello to you, my big brother.”
“What do I owe the pleasure of your call?” I ask as JJ and I walk through the doors.
“Can’t I just call my brother every once in a while?” she asks, but I can tell something is behind her call.
“You know you can call me anytime.”
“I know. How are the girls? Did they have fun at Disney? Mom said it was a blast,” she asks, hardly stopping for air between questions.
“They’re good and they loved it. Do you think you can take some time off anytime soon and come out and see them? I can get you a ticket, and you know you can stay at the house.”
“Well, actually, I had a favor to ask,” she says, finally getting to the reason for her call.
“What’s that?” I ask as we’
re led to a table.
“My job kind of fell through this week. I don’t really like it here, so I was thinking maybe I could move out there around you guys, find a job there. That would allow me to see all of you more often, and I wouldn’t be out here in Ohio all by myself.”
“Of course. You can stay at the house, or better yet, I’ve still got my condo and we can just move you into that. I had to sign a year lease, so that gives you another six, seven months to decide if you like that area.”
“Really?!”
“Absolutely. You know we’d do anything we can to help you. Jillian and the girls will be excited to see more of you, I’m sure.”
“You’re the best, Derek.”
“When do you want to come? And do you need me to get you a ticket?”
“Can I arrive this weekend?” she asks apprehensively.
“Of course.”
“Whew. I’ve got my apartment about three-fourths the way packed, and most of my furniture sold off or donated. I wanted to pull out and drive down in the next few days.”
“Do you need me to fly up and help you?”
“No, I should be okay to drive it by myself. It isn’t that far, only about five hours or so.”
“Okay. Well, if that changes, let me know. I’ll let Jillian know what the plan is, and to expect you this weekend.”
“Thanks, Derek.”
“Anytime, Ry. Love you.”
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