Sliding Home: A Baseball Romance

by Lynsey M. Stewart

  ‘Hey, handsome,’ she said as she appeared like an angel.

  ‘Fuck.’

  ‘Is that a good fuck or a bad fuck?’

  ‘A good fuck.’ I was transfixed, couldn’t think, didn’t want to. ‘You would be so good to fuck.’

  ‘What?’ she laughed.

  I had forgotten how to breathe. She literally took my breath away. ‘You look fucking good,' I said, swallowing hard and needing to pull my collar away from my neck. I felt hot. I needed a minute. She looked like nothing I had ever seen before. The dress was made for her body, fitting every curve. It was strapless and sheathed her breasts, wrapping them tight so that they were spilling over the top slightly. I wanted to bite them. Holy crap, I wanted to bite them. Around her waist was a shimmering flower; the light from the chandelier above the entrance was making it sparkle, shooting out lines of light. It fastened in an ornate knot and trailed down her thigh, leading my eyes to her heels, barely there, a single strap of silver against her tanned skin. Her hair was pulled back; I’d never seen her hair away from her face and it opened up her blue eyes. Her smile was wider. In one ear was a piece of jewellery that looped around the curve. She looked spellbinding.

  ‘Will I do?’ she asked, smoothing down her dress. ‘Am I going to impress your baseball buddies?’

  I nodded slowly. Jess could turn up in an oversized sweater and still impress. Charisma shone from her. She held my gaze, the look of a woman who knew what I was battling. She blushed and as I finally pulled her towards me, she let out a breathy moan. ‘Do you know how beautiful you look?' She shook her head. ‘Do you know how thankful I am that we met?' She shook her head again. ‘Do you know how hard it's going to be for me to keep my hands off you tonight?'

  ‘Then don’t,’ she replied, her voice low and shaky. I knew she felt it too. ‘I want to feel your hands on me. I want to feel you dig your fingers into my skin, your hands skim across my stomach, feel you inside me.’

  ‘Fuck, Jess. What are you doing to me?’

  ‘Loving you,’ she said, her voice rising in a plea, a confession. ‘Telling you what I should have said on that flight instead of walking away hurt because you only wanted a business arrangement.’ She put her fingers to her mouth. I watched the tremble. I felt my shoulders sag as my mouth went dry.

  ‘When we met, I wanted to fuck you.’

  ‘You have a way with words.’

  ‘But the more time we spent together, the more I understood it was important that you didn’t just become another girl because you’re so much more.’

  ‘I knew you felt it to,’ she whispered.

  ‘I feel it,’ I replied, sliding one hand around the back of her neck. She offered me her lips willingly. I felt them part against my fingers, wanting more. She tipped her head forward and I felt her pulse rise against my thumb. She smiled as I drew lines with it, teasing her, tempting her with slow when I knew she wanted fast. I wanted her so badly I was shaking, the muscles in my thighs contracting as I fought to steady myself. ‘I need all you can give me,’ I said, dropping kisses against her neck, loving the feel of her squirming in my arms.

  ‘Touch me. Do it now,' Jess gasped. ‘I can't pretend anymore.' She moaned as I brushed my fingers across her nipple, hard through the fabric of her dress. ‘I think I started falling when you held my hand on the flight.'

  ‘I wanted to look after you.’

  ‘You did,’ she chanted over and over as she rocked her hips against my erection.

  ‘You make me crazy,’ I gasped, the friction just right. ‘Why didn’t you say? You should have told me.’

  ‘No complications,’ she replied, her expression full of lust. ‘You said it every time.’

  ‘That’s because I’m a fucking idiot,’ I replied, smiling against her mouth, almost touching it. I hadn’t kissed her yet. It was like I was holding off because I wanted to savour it. I felt her hand go down, brushing my stomach through my shirt and down to my cock, swollen and aching for her, only her. I’d never wanted just one girl before, preferring to have a few intense hours and nothing more. Now I couldn’t imagine another girl’s hands where hers were, tracing my cock with her fingers through the fabric of my pants.

  ‘Brad.’ I was completely sated by her touch, hovering on the cusp of when an orgasm gathers speed, right before it bursts. I nodded, losing myself to her as she stroked me. ‘This is a big complication.'

  10

  I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

  I was harder than I’d ever been. The blood rushed there and stayed for the night. I wondered if a constant hard-on was a serious medical condition, but as she waved at me from across the room and blushed from the attention she was commanding, I knew it was because of her. Jess. My complication. And I didn’t give a fuck anymore.

  Carl had interrupted us just as I’d slipped my hand underneath her dress; right after she told me she moaned my name when she touched herself. He was lucky to get out of the apartment alive.

  ‘Brad, honey, it's so good to see you here tonight. Your gorgeous gal is adorable. I've just been talking to her about her charity work. So inspiring.' Ray, the coach's wife, air kissed me. A few months ago, she made it clear she wanted me to fuck her when she slid her hand into my shorts in the locker room of the club gym. I declined her advances in a rare moment of clarity. She’d pretended it hadn't happened ever since.

  ‘Charity work, yes. She loves working with children,’ I replied.

  ‘Animals, you mean.’ She eyed me warily.

  ‘Yes, yes, animals.’ I looked across and Jess winked. She was putting her acting skills to good use.

  ‘I read that you were childhood sweethearts. So you met when you were how old?’

  ‘Oh, look; there’s Peter from the commissioner’s office. Excuse me.’ I pointed over to him and made a hasty exit, sidestepping her before she started to unravel the finer details. ‘Peter, nice to see you again,’ I said through gritted teeth.

  ‘Brad, so good to see you in much better circumstances,’ he replied, shaking my hand. ‘I’ve met Jess and she’s wonderful. Congratulations.’

  ‘Thank you; I think so too.’ He studied me for a beat too long, like he was trying to figure out where this girl had come from and why she wanted to save me. ‘Looking forward to seeing you back on the team for the start of the season. We’ve seen the reports of your progress and feel confident you’ll make it, Brad. Don’t let me down.’ Peter slapped me on the back and pulled me in on a handshake.

  ‘Thank you so much, sir. That means a lot.’

  Jess caught me grinning to myself after Peter left. ‘You look happy,’ she said, snaking her hand around my shoulder until she was resting it against my neck. ‘I like to see you smiling.’

  I listened to her words and everything made sense. I was happy for the first time in months, maybe even years, and it was all down to her. ‘You make me happy,' I said, pulling her closer with my hand on her ass. She held onto my shoulders like she didn't want to let go, and despite being in a room full of people, suddenly it was just us.

  ‘I want to make you happy,’ she whispered against my ear, pressing her lips to my neck.

  ‘Just thinking about you does that,’ I replied, my hand moving over an inch causing her to gasp.

  ‘What do you think about?’

  ‘I picture you naked. Underneath me. With your hands tied.’ She dragged her hand to my forearm and squeezed, the pressure tight and full of promise. I leant against her body, enjoying the sensation of her breasts wrapped tightly in her dress against my chest. ‘Do you always think of me when you come?’ I asked. She swallowed a moan and her grip got tighter. ‘Because I think of you.’

  She sagged against me. ‘I want to see you stroking yourself. I want to see your hands as you can’t contain yourself, watching me get myself off with my fingers all the time knowing I want to replace them with your cock.’ She raised her gaze to meet mine, never flinching. The dirty words inspired her and I couldn’t get enough.

>   ‘I want to take you home.’ She smiled. Something about the way I’d said home had touched something deep inside her like it had me. ‘I want you desperate. I want you needy. I want you on your fucking knees, Jess, just for me.’

  ‘Kiss me first,' she said, through shallow breaths. ‘You’ve never kissed me. I need to know this is real.' I pulled her by her hand to the front of the house and signalled to the valet. I wasn't interested in finding love before Jess but now I was chasing it. Chasing her. ‘Do I have to ask again?' she said, tipping her head and really looking at me. Finally seeing me. The contract was meaningless now. We were in this for real. I pressed my lips against hers and she met me, both of us desperate to feel each other, a contrast of soft and then so fucking hard it hurt. ‘That was worth the wait,’ she said. ‘But I can’t wait any longer to feel you inside me.’

  My nipples hardened beneath her fingers and every nerve ending was so tightly strung they felt on fire. She was tiny in my arms and everything about her smelled so fucking good. She looked up at me with a gleam in her eye that I just couldn't place, naughty, dirty, up to no good. I couldn't wait to find out if I was right.

  ‘How do you want this to end?’ she whispered.

  ‘With my cock buried deep inside you.’

  ‘Oh fuck,’ she gasped.

  ‘Where is the prick with the fucking car?’

  ‘He needs to hurry up,’ she agreed.

  ‘Fuck,’ I moaned as she traced the outline of my erection with her finger.

  ‘If you kiss my neck now, I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.’

  This moment. This exact moment would be the start of us, the real us, and we were going to be fucking monumental.

  11

  She stroked my cock through my pants all the way back to my apartment. How I didn’t come so hard that I crashed the car, I’ll never know. At one point, I was sure I was groaning her name. At another, I was sure she was whimpering mine. Her dress made it difficult for me to reach the places I'd been thinking about for the last hour. Like a fucking mind reader, she pulled the fabric up and parted her legs to reveal she wasn’t wearing panties. She gasped when my finger found its way to where she wanted me the most. And she was wet, hot, and ready.

  We were soon parked in the underground garage of my apartment building and kissing like our lives depended on it. Her hands were in my hair; my hands were on her breasts. I wanted to see them. I needed to see them. The layer of fabric fitting her like a second skin was in my way. She laughed as she tried to pull on the zip at the side of her dress, knocking her elbow on the window of the car as she did. She met my kisses and moaned as I palmed her breast. She leaned back as my hands worked under the fabric, lightly feathering my fingers across her chest like they were having their own conversation with her skin.

  ‘Tell me what you want,’ I pleaded.

  ‘Show me how much you need me. Push me against the wall and fuck me so hard you lift me from the ground.’

  ‘You’re completely compulsive. Irresistibly interesting. I need to be inside you. Right. Fucking. Now.’

  Jess pulled back and opened the car door, scrambling out quickly and appearing at the driver’s side to open mine. I took her hand noticing the light wasn’t working above us. It was dark, perfectly shielded. It was everything we needed right at that moment.

  We started kissing again, nipping at each other’s lips, necks, ears, anywhere I could see skin. I pulled at her dress, dropping it down past her breasts until it pooled on the floor. She stepped out of it, completely naked and beautiful, not a bit afraid to show me her body, wanting to with every single breath. ‘Keep looking at me like that. It makes me feel invincible, like I can take on anything and win,’ she said, grabbing onto my tux jacket, working it down my arms and throwing it to the floor behind us. Her hands were fisting the shirt at my shoulders as our kisses became urgent and needy. I pushed her back with my palm to her stomach and kissed her breasts, desperately feeling her, caressing her, fucking claiming her.

  She was so small compared to me that she was standing on the tips of her toes just to be able to touch my face. She was holding me with both hands to my cheeks and sliding her tongue inside my mouth, slowly at first, but soon we were meeting together and—fuck—I was so turned on I wasn't sure I could take foreplay. I needed to feel her trembling, her pussy squeezing my cock.

  ‘When we kiss, it just feels like…everything,' she murmured, her head fitting perfectly into the curve of my neck like I was created for her and only her. ‘I knew your kiss would tell me the truth.’ My hands instinctively pulled on her hair, lifting her face to mine. She smiled and pulled the shirt out of my pants, unbuttoning it before licking my nipple. One gorgeous lick. I moaned and pushed her back against the wall, clinging to her waist, kneading at her breasts, taking in all her wonderful sounds, the breathy moans, the sharp pants, and watched her as she started to come undone.

  She reached to undo my pants and my cock sprung free, bouncing between us until it settled against my stomach. Her eyes grew wide like she was weighing up how I was ever going to fit inside her. I looked down at her tiny hand with those tiny gold rings, my cock inside her fist as she worked her hand from base to tip, slowly at first but then at a much faster pace, my hand on top of hers. Then the fireworks came. Working my cock was enough, but when she added her mouth on my neck and I could feel the heat of her body against my chest, everything around me started to spin.

  I turned her so that her back was to my chest. She continued pumping my cock with her hand. Elegant. Beautiful. Needy.

  ‘Have you got something? We need to use something,' Jess said, still fisting my cock.

  ‘Wallet. Jacket. Pocket,’ I gritted out, watching her grab my wallet and lift the condom out like a prize. ‘Please don’t think I made any presumptions about tonight.’

  ‘I’d have been disappointed if you didn’t.’

  ‘That’s been in there since 2013.’

  ‘I know that’s not true, Baseball Brit.’ She smirked as she looked at me from behind her shoulder. I clutched her waist with one hand, admiring the curve of her back as I put the condom on with the other. She backed herself onto my cock, holding it firmly, and we both cried out as she positioned my tip on her pussy before pushing me inside her. Fuck, she was wet and tight and everything I needed. I gripped her as she started working forwards, backwards, slowly, so slowly, until everything primal took over and I began to thrust myself, hard and carnal. She bent over and I could feel everything tightly constricting around my cock.

  ‘Are you OK? Is it too much?’ I asked as I dug my fingers into her perfect skin.

  ‘God, no. This isn’t too much. This will never be too much,’ she said breathlessly.

  She moved forward and my cock slipped from her. She quickly turned to face me and bit down on her lip as I lifted her up by the waist and thrust myself into her again—exactly where I wanted to be. I held her steady, her ass in the palms of my hands as she put her feet on the wall behind me. She was so light it felt like gravity had vanished. I pulled her against me, securing her in my hands as I shifted my hips to get my cock at the angle that made her whimper. She met me with every thrust by pushing her feet hard against the wall. Her legs were shaking, her inside thigh vibrating, her moans getting louder. She was holding herself rigid because I was in exactly the right place to hit her G spot and I knew the onslaught of a powerful orgasm was getting ready to take her with it.

  This was everything. She was intoxicating. I could never let this girl go.

  She was clinging to me with all she had, my hands still supporting her by digging fiercely into her ass, ignoring the burn as I slammed backwards against the wall on every thrust. We slid down against it and she lowered her body with me, my cock still inside her as she rested her feet on the floor on either side of my legs. She leant back, allowing me to run my hands up her body, only stopping to palm her breasts. ‘I’m close, so fucking close but you need to come first, Jess. I’m not doing
this without watching your perfect body contract around my cock.’

  ‘Fuck, when you say those things, they travel directly to my clit. I’ve always laughed at dirty talk, but this is something—’

  ‘Bigger? Better? Monumental?’

  ‘All that and so much more,’ she said as she pushed her head back and started to ride me.

  ‘Jess, you need to come before me, always before me,’ I grunted, unable to hold it together for much longer. She sighed deeply and opened her legs wider, causing her mouth to drop open and her eyes to close. ‘Fuck, you’re gorgeous.’ I dragged my hand from her hip and positioned my finger on her sweet spot, wet and swollen, completely ready. Another whimper escaped her. A new howl. Fuck, yes. Her pussy squeezed me with everything she had. Contractions, eruptions, violent shakes pushing down all around me until I came with such force that I banged my head against the fucking wall behind us.

  ‘Oh God, are you OK?’ She was breathless as she put both hands on my head and kissed my forehead with such tenderness that I was completely taken aback.

  ‘That’s the first time an orgasm has physically harmed me,’ I said as I matched the forehead kiss. She laughed and curled her body into mine. We sat there, me almost naked and Jess beautifully so, with not a single fucking care in the world that anyone could walk in on us, still panting and sprawled out across the floor.

  ‘Brad,’ she said as she stroked her thumb across my bottom lip.

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘Do we need to re-negotiate terms of the business arrangement?’

  I laughed and rested my head on her shoulder, relishing in how intimate this felt, marvelling at how much I was enjoying holding her, caressing her skin, wanting to please her, not willing her to leave when normally I would have already called the cab.

  ‘Are you making Pretty Woman references again?’ She playfully tapped me on the arm as I finally bit the swell of her breast. ‘Come on. Let’s renegotiate terms in my bed, beautiful.’