Baseball Lover

by Croft, Rose

  “Com’ere, baby, there’s a cargo plane waiting for you.” I latched on to her nipple and sucked.

  “This is the most ludicrous conversation ever,” Rose whimpered and moaned, still pulling my hair trying to change the direction it grew.

  “I just couldn’t leave her behind. I still need to rescue her sister.” I slowly made my way through the valley to the other side, and continued on my sensual mission.

  “You’re free too.” I lapped and sucked like I’d never seen breasts before. I’d never seen any tits…I can say it, it’s my thoughts…like this before. Plastic surgeons should study her boobs to see what perfection meant. Wait. Fuck that! No one will ever see these but me.

  As Rose did her throaty moan thing, I pushed her back on the couch, while she pulled me with her. She was yanking at my shirt where the buttons were, trying to split my shirt apart. “Take your damn shirt off, John.” She sounded frustrated and her fingers were not making any progress on the buttons.

  My hands weren’t much better, but I managed. I clumsily unbuttoned my shirt, and her hands met mine pushing the flaps out of the way. She said in awe, “Your chest is so amazing.” It was almost like we’d come full circle, and she was FaceTiming me again. The feeling was still exhilarating.

  “You’re amazing. It’s always been that way for me. The first time I saw you, I knew it was different. Even though you were trying to push me away at the bar and then not in your right mind when you FaceTimed me, I was hooked. I felt horrible that I was so into you when you were obviously drunk, but I couldn’t help myself. I’m so sorry for that.” I truly did feel terrible about that. I’d never done anything like that in my life.

  She absolved me with her hands on my face and kissed me softly. “I have no regrets. I knew what I was doing. I couldn’t help it either.”

  Then, her hands moved to my chest rubbing me like she was putting on lotion, and eventually slid down to my pants. And, shocker, my boy was ready to go as she unbuttoned my flap and yanked the zipper down.

  I held myself at attention, wanting to strip her clothes off. Fighting a primal urge to just lifted up her dress and… well, you know.

  Before I could do anything, Rose gripped the hem of her dress at her thighs and slowly pulled it up to her navel as her body shimmied under me. And she was bare. My brain kinda fell apart on that news. Rose went bare? Never would’ve thought that. “You went commando?”

  She bit her lip and had this devious look on her face.

  “Are you kidding me? You mean to tell me that you’ve been sitting next to me all evening with no panties on?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Were you hoping to get lucky tonight?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Wow. I can’t believe this.” I was staring at her body dumbstruck.

  She slid my pants and underwear down. “What are you waiting for?” And pulled me against her. And, the air rushed out of my body as I felt her wetness against my bare dick. She moaned low as she pushed against me.

  My tip was entering the wet, snug and wonderful abyss. I’d never done this without slipping on the latex. I paused. “Uh…” I was trying to think of what I needed to say, but my brain was malfunctioning with sensory overload of the penis. Oh yeah, right, condom. “I’ve never done this without protection…Do I need to get a condom?” I waited for her to respond not sure what to do next. Well, I mean, I knew what to do, but I wanted her to tell me what she was okay with.

  She responded by wrapping her boot-clad legs tighter around me forcing me to slip inside. “Don’t stop. I’m on the pill.”

  “Okay,” I groaned not wanting to argue with her as the sensations rolled through me. I never wanted to pull this car out of the garage. This felt over-the-top incredible. Rose was my forever and if I got her pregnant, well, that would be the icing on the cake. I wasn’t trying to impregnate her right now. But, if it happened…that would be fantastic. I sounded like some psycho girl who tried to steal my sperm.

  I didn’t care. I continued pushing in as I ran my mouth over hers. “God, I fucking love you.”

  “I love you, too.” She spoke in moans kneading my ass as she moved with me. I would never get tired of her telling me that.

  I drove into her and had to talk my dick into not blasting the jets too soon. Not to mention, I was breathing heavy as though I’d run the bleachers fifty times.

  In and out, moan and groan we went. As the pressure built up in me, she started speaking in Spanish mixing endearing words with dirty ones. I wasn’t fluent in Spanish but did know those words.

  “That’s right, baby, let it out.” How I had the wherewithal to talk, we’ll never know.

  And, her words turned into sexy “oh, oh, ohhhs,” which were quickly moving up my list of favorite sounds—her body clenched around me, and it was the green light signaling that all systems were a go.

  “Oh shit, Rose, I’m coming.” I was groaling (a mix between growling and groaning) like a Wookie and shot off for what seemed like five minutes. And, I kept moving over her kissing her wanting to absorb her body in mine because I could never get enough. Rose was my forever, if you didn’t already know.

  “So are you keeping the beard?” I asked rubbing his facial hair as I was splayed on top of him, naked in bed. After round one, he carried me to his room.

  “I don’t know. Do you like it?” He watched me, one eyebrow cocked, uncertain.

  “It’s very rustic.”

  “Rustic? You sound like you’re describing furniture.” He grinned readjusting my body on him.

  “Okay, how about wild, primitive…”

  “What am I? An undomesticated animal?”

  “You look hot in an untamed way. Like you should be living in the mountains with the two grizzly bears you trained as pets. How does that sound?”

  He squinted his eyes pondering my words, but his lips twitched. “Pet grizzly bears? Now who’s making ridiculous comments?”

  “I can’t help it that your idiocy is rubbing off on me.” I leaned in and kissed him before he could respond. He gripped my head and devoured my face. When I came up for breath, I said, “It’s sexy, but kind of scratchy too.”

  “Oh, that’s not good. I only want to make you feel good, not irritate your skin.” He was now frowning.

  “It’s not that bad, John. And, you did make me feel really good.” I had no problem giving him positive feedback. That was part of my job. I could honestly give him a commended score on his skills. He didn’t need feedback from me to know that. I ran my lips over his defined chest and slid down a little where I could feel his erection on me. “You’re welcome to make me feel good again…”

  Later, after the second feel good mission, John and I were side-by-side with his arm and leg thrown over me. “What time is it?” I asked finally.

  “Why? Do you need to be somewhere?”

  “I probably need to go home.”

  “Why? You don’t want to stay with me?”

  “Of course I want to stay with you, but I have to take these contacts out, and I don’t have my case or solution.”

  “Oh, there’s a store nearby that’s open all night. I’ll take you there because you’re not going anywhere.”

  “I thought you were in the business of rescuing hostages, not taking them.”

  “Since it’s the off-season, and we are finally living in the same city, I’m not letting you go. I can’t tell you how much I hated having to leave you after spending a night in your arms.”

  “I know the feeling.” We smiled-stared goofily at each other. It was actually hard to believe that we wouldn’t have to race against the clock to spend time together. And, he would be here for a few months. I lifted up. “Let’s go.”

  We got dressed, and I put my outfit back on which was way over dressed to go buy contact solution. Of course, it was touch and go to keep my dress in tact because John kept trying to take it off again, but he finally relented when I told him how much my contacts were bothering me.

>   After we got my contact stuff, I saw a grocery store on the way back to his place. “Hey, stop here. I want to get things to make your favorite breakfast in the morning.”

  “I already have my favorite food.” He reached over and ran his hand up my thigh.

  In the morning, I seriously think the homemade breakfast tacos I made actually gave my body a run for the money in his eyes.

  “Oh. My. God. Rose. Those were the best breakfast tacos I’ve ever eaten. Baby, you are a fantastic cook. Is that your fourth?”

  “What do you mean my fourth?” Was he asking me if I was on my fourth taco?

  “You know, the fourth thing you’re good at.” We were sitting together at the bar. I was wearing one of his T-shirts that dwarfed me like a gown while he was shirtless in a pair of shorts.

  “Oh, yeah, I get it. What are things one, two, and three?” I almost chuckled to myself because it sounded like we were discussing The Cat in the Hat.

  “Well, one of your accomplishments would need a demonstration…” He leaned in and nuzzled my neck. He finally pulled back. “But, seriously, you’re a teacher, and I know you’re great just hearing your passion when you talk about it.”

  “Thank you. I do love my students.”

  “And, two, you’re funny as shit.”

  “So, I’m here to amuse you?”

  “Amuse me, feed me, please me…”

  “Wow. That’s sounds very old-world-like and not in a good way.” His mouth turned down. I elbowed him in the ribs. “I’m joking. You make me laugh too.”

  “And, you are a beautiful person inside and out.”

  “Aw. Wait, that’s five things.”

  “It is. And, you’re pretty damn good at PS4 too. I could list at least ten more things that I like about you, Rose.”

  He watched me, waiting for me to say something. I guess he wanted me to return the favor on compliments. “Your vocabulary can be somewhat impressive at times.”

  “You know you love it. And, I’ve blown the dumb jock theory out of the water.”

  “You have, but… I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to pretend you scored the winning home run in a game and go all primal carrying me over your shoulder to the bedroom to celebrate.”

  He jumped up. “I can do that.” He leaned in, about to pick me up.

  “Wait. You have to pretend you just touched home plate and do your jacked up war cry first.”

  “Damn, Rose you’re really into this role-playing, aren’t you?” He stepped back several paces. “I’m not judging. I like it, too.” When he had enough space to begin, he asked, “You ready for me?”

  “Yeah, be convincing.”

  “I will,” he answered like there was no other way to be. He trotted up to me landing his feet, and flexed his chest as he yelled up to the ceiling. His arms and chest muscles were bulging, and I was about to climax on that alone. Good God, he was almost too much to handle. He scooped me up and put me over his shoulder with one hand gripping my thigh and the other on my bare butt under the tee and stalked to his room.

  “You know what the best thing is about you Rose?” He asked in his room as he crawled into his king bed still holding me over his shoulder and deposited me in the middle.

  “Tell me.” I watched as he stretched out over me pushed up on his hands. Again, I was losing my mind over his bulging muscles as he flexed.

  “You’re mine.”

  It was Thanksgiving, Loren and Andrew were hosting at their new house. It was a full house with Loren’s parents and brother, John’s parents, and my parents who were also invited. And, yes, I did finally bring John home to my parent’s house to have dinner.

  John and I had been inseparable the past few weeks. Usually, we divided time between his place and mine spending every night together. Neither one of us had to ask whether we were having a sleepover because it seemed so expected that it would happen. It usually began with one of us falling asleep on the other, and then the natural progression was to just give in.

  I proudly gazed around the kitchen at the plethora of appetizers that I helped make courtesy of Rachel’s leadership (who was always in fear of not having enough food for everyone). Loren helped make them too. Rachel was going on and on about how she’d always wanted girls, and now Loren and I were the daughters she’d never had. I knew we’d scored on the appetizers when everyone, especially John and Andrew saw them and began their scavenger quest. It was almost like fish in an aquarium when food was dropped into the tank, and a feeding frenzy ensued.

  Loren’s brother, Doug, also joined the food free-for-all, too. He was tall, but a little shorter than the McKeon brothers, but not intimidated in the least. He looked like Ryan Reynolds with the sharp wit, too, and was a little over a year younger than Loren. I guess her parents wanted to speed up the process when they decided to have children.

  “Wow, these appetizers are the bomb,” Doug commented. “I can’t believe my sister actually made them. She’s never been able to cook anything. Except make a bowl of cereal, but I don’t think that counts. Now, my girl Rose, on the other hand…I never question her abilities.”

  I beamed. I used to cooked dinner over at Loren’s when we would hang out several years ago after coming home between college semesters. However, my smile dropped as I saw John glaring at Doug. “What abilities are you talking about?”

  Doug laughed at John as though he told a joke. “She used to cook when she’d come over and spend the night with Loren back in the day.”

  “Hey, go easy on Loren. She can do anything when she puts her mind to it. And she can cook. I know,” Andrew defended with pride. Loren stared at him like he’d just won a jousting competition at Medieval Times. I noticed Doug eyed them with some kind of I-may-vomit-at-any-moment look.

  And my champion, John, seemed to let go of his caveman-like demeanor and moved over next to me slinging an arm over my shoulder still staking his territory. Reaching in, he grabbed a jalapeno popper. “You have to try this. It’s so good.”

  Of course, I knew he wanted to see me moan over food. I didn’t disappoint. “I freaking love these.”

  “I freaking love you.” John leaned in and kissed me in front of everyone. I didn’t seem to mind as I lip-locked him too.

  I heard a cough behind me. It was my dad. “I think the football game is about to start.”

  I pulled back immediately. “Yes. Of course, Papi, do you want me to make you a plate of appetizers?” I turned facing my dad trying to recover from the heavy tongue slashing.

  Before he could answer, my mom was Johnny on the spot making a plate for my dad. “I’ll make you a plate.” I could tell she was frustrated that she wasn’t in control of the food situation. She was also a great cook too and took pride in it, however she wasn’t being rude or anything. And, I didn’t mean it as if that was how she was defined—to cook food, but she enjoyed cooking and seeing people’s faces when they tasted her wonderful creations. After she made the plate handing it to my father, she said, “Everyone needs to come to our house for Christmas.”

  So, it looked like my mom was hosting a Christmas feast. John even voiced his seal of approval. “Mom, you know I love your food, but Ana can cook like no one’s business too. Of course, we’ll all be there.” I loved him for being so considerate about my mother.

  Of course, my mom beamed like Miss Colombia at the Miss Universe Pageant. “Thank you, mi hijo,” she said lovingly, and she did love John.

  “Are you ready to get your football on?” I asked excitedly to John. I loved the Cowboys. John knew it. He was sort of jealous that I enjoyed watching it, too.

  “You know, I played football, Rose. I was pretty damn good.”

  “I have no doubt, baby.” That made me hot too when he brought up his past sports accomplishments, and he loved when I called him baby which was rare compared to his overuse of the word.

  “Are we going to reenact your high school football games?” I was all on board with the idea as we went to the living room and watched
the game. “After the game of course.”

  “You know it. I’ll make that sacrifice because I know how much you like it.”

  Eight Months Later

  Baseball season was in full swing. And, I was having the best season of my career. Not trying to brag or anything, but my stats were video-game-like. My agent was very busy right now fielding calls from several teams, but I couldn’t get caught up in what might happen.

  But, the best thing happening in my life was that Rose moved up to Chicago with me. She took a job as an online English teacher working one-on-one with teenagers who were homeschooled. Now, she could work anywhere if by chance I went to another team.

  It was still difficult when I had to leave to play away games, but luckily we weren’t apart for more than a few days at a time. But, she came to all of my home games and sat right behind me where I could always see her, and that was fucking awesome.

  Today was an off day and I was taking Rose out to dinner. I’d just returned home from working out and heard the shower going when I stepped into the bedroom. I stripped out of my clothes and made my way to the bathroom.

  “You showering without me, Rose?” Her back arched as she washed the shampoo out of her hair, and I never got tired of seeing her naked. If I could live with my dick buried inside of her 24/7, I would.

  She tilted her head to me. “Shut up and get in here.” She didn’t have to tell me twice. I stepped into the open shower with multiple showerheads.

  I grabbed some soap and did my favorite thing, soaping up those beautiful tits. And, she liked it, too.

  As I rubbed and stared in fascination, I leaned down.

  “What?” Rose lifted my chin up to her face.

  “Rose your cupcakes just asked me something, and I don’t know if I can repeat it because it might make you insanely jealous.”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “No. I’m serious. They just asked me to marry them.”