by Croft, Rose
“Snow globes, mammary balls of fire…”
I snorted out on the second choice, thinking he was joking. Surely, he was.
“You don’t like my descriptions?” He appeared hurt. Maybe not?
“I didn’t say that. Keep going.”
“Coco-cherry orbs?” He paused waiting for acceptance. This was so ridiculous, but my heart melted regardless as he watched with raised eyes.
“Not bad. What else?”
“Cupcakes.”
I debated his choices while he watched me like I was making a life altering decision. “I like cupcakes.”
“Cupcakes it is.” He seemed relieved and squeezed my cupcakes for good measure.
He reached behind me and grabbed his phone. I thought he was going to take a picture. I started to protest and draw my shirt over my chest.
“No. God no. I’m not doing that, Rose.” He shook his head as he ran his thumb over the screen of his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m letting my manager know I have a family emergency and can’t make it back to the hotel tonight. I thought I could stay with you and rejoin the team in the morning. If that’s okay?”
It took a millisecond to decide. “You can stay, but won’t get in trouble?”
“No. I don’t think so—as long as I have a legitimate excuse. This seems pretty legit to me.”
If he’d said he had an emergency in his pants, then I probably would’ve changed my mind. Whom am I kidding? No I wouldn’t. He finished texting, flipped the phone on the table and went back to gawking.
My nips were rock hard under his gaze, and I felt myself leaking below too—faulty piping. Okay, that really wasn’t a bad thing. He ran his hands under the opening of my shirt and pushed it down my arms. I helped him by shrugging out of it. Again, he cupped my breasts, and his thumbs pushed down the lace, exposing my nipples. They weren’t just saluting him. They were about to shoot lasers at him if they had that capability.
I made a noise, admitting my approval of the nip touch. He leaned in.
“Rose, I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you video chatted me that night.”
“What? Motorboat them? Titty-fuck them?” I was trying to make a joke, perhaps ill-timed, and I immediately blushed seeing his wide-eyed look. Why could he say the stupidest, borderline sexual harassment comments and sound funny, while I sounded like a crazy fangirl.
“No. You’re obviously a freak for saying that shit, and you just told me you didn’t like the word tits,” he accused with a half smile.
“I’m joking, John. You always tease me too. You know I’m not like that.” He’s a professional baseball player. Don’t talk about freaks with me.
“I know, but, yes and yes to the above questions. However, I’ll save that for later, baby. Actually, I would just like to spend some time tasting your cupcakes.” He paused silently waiting for my approval. What the hell was I going to say? No? Especially when he wanted to spread the love.
“That sounds good.” I nodded. And his dark head was under my chin as his tongue lapped over my nipple. I immediately ran my hands through his mega-styled hair. “No wonder your hair stays perfect after wearing your cap and hard hat.” I was truly amazed. Cristiano Ronaldo, one of the few professional athletes that I had knowledge of, had nothing on my boy’s hair. The hair thing was like the ninth wonder, but his lips on my nipple was in its own stratosphere of wonder.
He mumbled into my left side boob, and I had no idea what he was saying because I was enjoying his tongue on my sensitive nipples. I guess he liked what he was doing, and I was already giving him positive feedback with my moaning.
Suddenly his hands were under my ass as he stood lifting us both up. At the same time, he raised his head and engaged me in a long, searching kiss as we moved around the room. And, you didn’t have to be Scooby Doo to solve the mystery of where we were going. This was so not a difficult puzzle to figure out.
He set me down, so I was standing in front of the bed. He was in front of me fully clothed in a fitted tee that accentuated his muscular form and cargo shorts. I clearly felt I was at a disadvantage.
“Um, am I going to see you naked?” I ran my hands over his chest as I stared at his fully clothed body. I’d never said that to a guy. Not even Carlos. But, I really wanted to see John naked.
I was horny—hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Sounds like my story on repeat with Rose. When I hear her voice, my dick gets hard. I kiss her, my dick gets hard. I see her tits, my dick gets…you get the picture. I wanted her so fucking bad that I was almost paralyzed to do anything about it. Yeah, that might be an exaggeration. She was being very flirty too, like the first night she called. However, she wasn’t slurring her words. Thank God.
And, I was grateful that she opened up somewhat about her past. I felt like I was peeling the layers back. The intimacy of what she said had made me tell her about my past too. It seemed like every time there was a reveal between us, my mouth turned into an exploding volcano of truth, too. But, I couldn’t help myself. She was like a truth serum I didn’t mind being injected with. However, I would like to inject her with my dick at any moment—preferably now.
“You want me to take my clothes off?” I casually rubbed my chest that she seemed so fascinated with. It was a stupid question. It was no secret she threw me off my game. Half the time I felt like she thought I sounded like a bumbling idiot, but apparently I was doing something right. No ‘Get the fuck out’ or ‘Bye Felicia’ yet.
“Oh wait, I don’t know. Maybe we should play a game because you’re so willing to peel and reveal when something is at stake.” Alcohol made her cheeky, obviously.
“Are you going to make me eat fresh jalapenos again?” I joked.
Aw, there it is…the you’re a bumbling idiot look. She pffted me and scanned the room. And, as far as I could tell she was plotting, and I couldn’t stop staring at her. I was trying to play it cool. I’d been with some beautiful women in the past, but nothing compared to this bombshell in front of me. I heard the song “Sex on Fire” in my head. I felt like that might describe Rose, and I hadn’t even slept with her yet.
I was probably fucked.
She dug through one of her bags and pulled out her iPad. “Let’s play a game.”
Yep. I was fucked. Or, I was fucking her tonight. Maybe we were both fucked. I hoped so.
“What are we playing?” I asked feeling that excitement of a challenge being thrown down. Hot women and challenges—my favorite.
“Strip poker, dumbass.”
Okay, was it wrong that the more obnoxious she was with me, the more it turned me on? Probably.
“All right, Rose. Now, you’re on board with my let’s get naked suggestions. You might be out of your league.”
She sprawled out confidently on the bed with the device. “Let’s play batboy.”
Batboy? No, sweetheart. I was Bat MAN. And, I damn sure didn’t need a utility belt to rock her world. I sat down on the edge of the bed resisting the urge to cover her body with mine. “What poker game are we playing, Rose?”
“I don’t know, you tell me. I’ve never played poker.”
I was racking my brain, thinking of a poker game we could both play that was quick and easy. I loved playing cards, but I had other urgent issues on my mind. Urgent issues? My mind was like a well of stupidity. I finally decided on blackjack because it was a straightforward game and downloaded the app. I explained the basic rules to her, not going into doubling down or splitting. My objective was getting naked, period, not honing my skills for the next time I went to the casino. Another over obvious thought.
“What are you doing?” She asked watching me kick off one of my shoes.
“You have to ante up if you want to play. Take off one of your shoes too, Rose.” I high fived myself for my subtlety.
She took off a wedge. I pushed the button to deal. We were playing the dealer. I had an ace and a ten. Blackjack. She had a queen and a ten.
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br /> “Okay, so I’m trying to get twenty-one, right?”
“Yes, you probably need to stay,” I advised.
“Why? I don’t have twenty-one.”
I tried not to be condescending. “Well, if you ask for another card, you’ll probably go over, and twenty is good. You just need to beat the dealer.” Wasn’t she a teacher? She didn’t teach math…just giving her the benefit of the doubt.
She stayed, but the dealer ended up getting twenty-one on the third card.
“You’re cheating.” Her eyes narrowed as her competitiveness came out.
“No I’m not. How am I cheating? The computer decides the cards,” I said in disbelief, but that didn’t stop me from adding, “You lost, so you need to take off your other shoe.”
She begrudgingly slipped off her other shoe still grumbling about me manipulating the game. She was giving me a lot of credit if she believed I could do that.
Regardless, it made me smile. She plopped down on the bed again gazing at me to restart the game. “We need to ante something,” I reminded her before I began the next hand slipping off my other shoe. She really didn’t have that many options on clothing, and I was watching her like a stalker wondering which piece of clothing she would discard. She reached for the button at her stomach.
She unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs bent over as she watched me with her sexy eyes. I gazed at her face and cleavage until I saw a bare cheek and realized she wore a thong. I was so blinded by lust earlier that I didn’t really take the time to think about undergarments. I was still spellbound by lust.. My hand lingered on my stomach while I contemplated putting my cock in a chokehold.
“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath. Next thing I knew, I was being hit in the face with her shorts.
I tapped on the iPad. She had a Jack and three. I had a ten and eight. The dealer blackjacked. I went over, and Rose got twenty-one.
“You lost.” She smirked.
“You’re right.” I pushed off the bed and pulled my shirt off. I heard her breathe out words in Spanish because she used the word Dios mixed in while she gawked at my chest. I may have done a little flexing in front of her and then planked on the bed before relaxing on my side.
We anted for the next hand. I pulled off one of my socks. And she unclasped her bra, and her gorgeous breasts were on display as her bra sailed through the air barely missing my face. Okay, she was quite aggressive, throwing clothing at me. But, I was good because I’d been titsmacked.
Rose won again and eyed me waiting.
“Okay, baby, don’t get too excited.” I unbuttoned my shorts and slowly shoved them down my legs. I watched her as I stripped. She seemed like she was about to move in and help me take them off. I’m pretty sure I was sporting some major wood in my boxer briefs, but whatever. I was trying to keep it together watching her in a thong with her beautiful ass and cupcakes parading in front of me.
Her eyes zeroed in on my underwear, she inhaled, and her mouth formed an oval. “Oh my.”
Every ounce of blood that flowed through my body raced down to my cock. I thought for a second I was about to do some weird kind of dick walk straight to her lips. Whatever that meant. But, I fought through it and stretched out on the bed.
And at this point, who even cared about this stupid game?
She, too, reclined on the bed in front of me as I was mindlessly tapping the side of the iPad imagining everything I wanted to do to her and with her. The way she was leaned over on her forearms accentuated her breasts in a way that I almost face dove into her cleavage. Why in the hell were we still playing this, when all I wanted to do was to play with her?
But, I was also a little nervous hoping I didn’t disappoint after all of the anticipation of being with her. Maybe she wasn’t ready either. I wouldn’t push, but it would kill me if we couldn’t do this because it would probably be the last time I would see her for another month. Nah, this was happening.
She ran her hand over mine to still it. Then, she wiggled in closer and rose up on her knees and sat back on her heels running her hand up my arm, over my bicep. “John, your body is truly incredible.” Her exotic brown eyes studied my body like she’d never seen a real man before. Maybe I was being over imaginative. Uh, no, didn’t think so.
I patiently let her continue her exploration of me as her hand ran over my shoulder and down my chest. Refraining from pouncing on her wasn’t an easy task, with her touching me, and her nipples practically in my face. Not to mention the thin strip of lace that covered the spot where I wanted to put my fingers.
“Lay on your stomach,” she ordered as she set the tablet aside.
“Why?” I was skeptical as I rolled over.
“I have to see Elsa.”
I snickered, but almost groaned as she sat on my ass and slowly ran her hands down my back. “This is what I wanted to do when you sent me that picture of your tattoo.” My muscles involuntarily contracted as her hands smoothed over me. When she reached my lower back, which for me, was a very sensitive spot, my dick seemed to get even harder. Sorry, buddy, I know you’ve been through a never-ending boot camp today. It also didn’t help that I could feel the heat generating from between her legs as she moved around on my ass.
She hooked her fingers under the waistband of my boxer briefs, and pulled it down a fraction uncovering the tattoo. Again, my body tensed as she traced her fingers over the tat. She slid back, planting her ass on my right hamstring, straddling it, and there was no doubt about the dampness I felt. She peeled back the band of my underwear.
After I felt cool air knowing my ass was exposed, I think I moaned Oh God as her hands were kneading my cheeks. My dick was definitely about to take the wheel on this joy ride.
“Does that feel good?” She asked in a breathy voice as she continued to rub. Her fucking voice was too much; everything was too much. She could probably read the Preamble, and my dick would spout off like the fountains at The Bellagio.
“Yes,” I bit out, but I was about to roll over and have her massage the front side too. And, that’s not how I wanted our first night together to go down. I looked over my shoulder. “Come here, Rose.”
As she crawled up beside me, I readjusted my underwear. We were both lying on our sides face-to-face. “Can you see if I take these off?” I reached out and touched her glasses. I had never seen her without them on.
“Yes. I can see things up close.”
I pulled them off and stared at her face. “Yep. Still beautiful,” I said lightly as I set the glasses aside and traced a finger along her cheek. My finger slid to her full rosy lips, and she took it in her mouth and sucked slowly. Her tongue lapping around my finger sent a signal all the way to the tip of my cock. He was jealous. And, angry—probably tired of having to stand at attention all damn day. It also didn’t help that he had to settle for a rough, calloused hand everyday either. Could my thoughts just shut up and die?
I moved in on her slowly kissing her lips nudging her back as I lay on top of her. Without breaking contact, I propped myself up on my elbows so I didn’t crush her small frame. My erection was feeling her body and grinding. Rose seemed to like it as well, because she was panting and pressing against me too.
As amped as I was, I needed to know something first. “Rose, look at me.” She opened her eyes. I wanted to make certain whatever we did from now on would not leave her with regrets. “Are you ready for this?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not drunk are you?” She hadn’t had that much to drink, but she was a small person with not a lot of body weight. However, she’d been very flirty with me tonight.
“No.” I saw the clarity in her dark, almond shaped eyes. Sometimes, I felt like she could see everything about me, and I was beneath her. I didn’t know why I felt like that. Maybe because she didn’t blow smoke up my ass or even try to act impressed.
“Is it okay if we continue?” I felt like I was doing everything back asswards with her (and yes, that’s a saying). I almos
t fucked her in the dressing room, borderline desperate in my approach. Now, I was trying again to be a gentleman. I’d never really put too much thought into sex when it’d happened.
I mean, it just happened. Girls liked me. I delivered. That’s how the dance usually went. It was fun. It was easy. It was gratifying for the most part. I would be lying if I hadn’t developed a big head from the attention I got.
I was raised in a middle-class home, and my parents had instilled values in my head that included being humble, work hard, and do the right thing. I knew all that, and tried to live that way. But, the thrill of having lots of money, hangers-on and women around me twenty-four/seven was no lie. People wanted to be you, they’d do anything to hang around you, they’d use you, they’d lie and try to swindle money out of you—they’d sell their soul to be part of your “team.” The fucking struggle was real. I was seduced by fame. I wasn’t a saint, and I wasn’t asking for anyone to feel sorry for me. I was blessed beyond anything imaginable.
I flirted, I bullshitted, and tried to keep everything light. I liked to have fun—you know, the whole Life’s too Short motto. But, with Rose…it wasn’t just that she was the unattainable grail. Not even close. Yes, she was stunning and intelligent. Yes, she played video games, now. I adored all of that about her. This, this, was something I couldn’t put into words. And, I didn’t know how to handle it. I never took my time like this.
Most girls I’d been with didn’t even want the let’s-do-foreplay-thing. I didn’t either. They wanted the beast. I was the beast. They wanted a dirty fuck, and I’d always been down for that—you know the whole “challenge me” shit. I’d accepted the challenge. Won and conquered. Played the part.
Rose cupped my face, stroking my bottom lip with her thumb. “Yes. I’d like that.”
“I’d like that, too.” I brought my lips down on hers. All I wanted to do was blow her fucking mind with hearts and romance, and it wasn’t a hardship for me. This was beautiful, epic. This was the opposite of every fantasy I’d had when I stroked my cock to a happy ending. But this moment…was hotter than anything I’d ever experienced. She was the illuminati. Yep, that’s all I had on descriptions. But, my dick was so hard. If you didn’t already know.