Home Run Baby: A Sports Romance

by Tabatha Kiss

  He hooks his thumbs under the elastic and pulls my panties down to my toes. I expect him to ravage me but he lingers near my feet, bending down to kiss and lick my legs as he moves upward.

  By the time he reaches my thighs, I’m twitching and dripping wet, practically spasming with need. His brown eyes flash up at me as he parts his lips, his tongue disappearing behind my mound and I feel his hot breath touch my folds.

  I grip the pillow behind my head with frustration, waiting for the moment when he touches me but his devious eyes linger on me instead.

  “Please…”

  Junior turns his head and kisses my inner thigh, inciting another ache inside of me. He chuckles, taking pleasure in my pain.

  Finally, he slides the tip of his tongue along my folds and he moans at my taste. His eyes roll back and he takes a deep breath before pushing his hands beneath me to cup my ass and bring me closer to his mouth. He plunges between my slit and desire takes over my entire body.

  “Oh, God!” I cry, floating on the brink of total ecstasy.

  “No.” He stops and moves up my body to look me in the eyes. “Don’t scream for him. Scream for me.”

  I tremble as bits of pleasure radiate through my spine. “Junior…” I sigh, his name thick on my breath.

  He gets back to work, nibbling at my nipples as he slides down my body again.

  My thighs twitch wildly the second his tongue touches my pink, sensitive bud. I cry out, barely hanging on as he fucks me fast with his thick muscle.

  “Junior!”

  He laughs against me, sending vibrations through my throbbing sex, pushing me closer to the edge with each surging vibrato.

  I scream his name over and over again, digging my nails into his hair to force him closer. My hips buck and he lets me grind against his face, taking the opportunity to fuck me even deeper with his impressive tongue.

  He warned me about this; about how he’d eat me like no one ever has or ever will again. By the end of it, I’d be his. I laughed it off as a selfish joke but now I’m not sure why I ever doubted him. I grip his hair, pulling him harder against me and his tongue goes wild on me, zeroing in on me in the most perfect way.

  “Junior—!” I cry, falling to pieces beneath him. I come hard on him and he penetrates me with his tongue to feel my muscles pulsating around it.

  I push the heel of my hand against his forehead, tempted to shove him away but I can’t get over the pleasure of his tongue inside of me and the way his nose rubs gently against my aching clit.

  “Oh, Ellie…” he moans my name against my skin, drinking up every bit of me as I lie twitching in his hands. “You really do taste like heaven.”

  I laugh, though I’m on the verge of tears. I hold them back, forcing my body to sync to its normal rhythm again.

  Everything hurts, everything vibrates, and everything wants to feel this all over again.

  Junior travels up my body, slathering his tongue across my navel and breasts to taste even more of me.

  I melt under his heat, still barely breathing and buzzing from head to toe. I cup his face as soon as I can reach it and pull him to me steal a hard kiss from him.

  “Ellie,” he sighs, my scent on his breath. “Let me inside of you…”

  I look down, feeling his cock brushing between my thighs, already rock hard again and dripping with desire. Wet heat radiates from me and I imagine what that thick shaft feels like thrusting in and out of me but I silently shake my head.

  Junior’s hand slides into his pocket and he pulls out a small package — square and flat between his fingers. A condom.

  “No—” I breathe, grabbing his hand.

  He crushes his lips against mine and I taste the begging passion on his tongue. It nearly pushes me over the edge and my fingers quake around his, so tempted to just let him rip that wrapper open and take what he wants.

  “Junior, wait…”

  He leans up and balances on his arms. “Ellie…” He says my name with that animal growl; the one that sends shivers down my spine. “You said your pussy was a loser-free zone. We won tonight.”

  “I know,” I say, taking back control. I slide away from him into a sitting position. “But one win doesn’t make you a winner. It could have been a fluke, just a lucky break.”

  A playful darkness clouds his eyes. “Ellie…”

  “Win next week’s game and I’ll let you fuck my brains out.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “I’ll make it worth your while, Junior,” I argue, filling my voice with seduction. “Or would you rather go back to fucking dumb sorority girls again? Sure, they’ll bend over for you after a wink and a smile but something tells me that just won’t do it for you anymore. Am I right?”

  He hesitates. Good.

  “Okay,” he says, his eyes smiling. “We win next week’s away game and I want you in my bed wearing nothing but high heels and red lipstick by the time I get back.”

  “That can be arranged.” I smile back at him and hold my ripped blouse closed. “That won’t be so hard, will it?”

  “Wrong choice of words,” he mutters, glancing down at the kickstand still stiff between his legs.

  I chuckle. “I think you’ll survive.”

  Junior stuffs junior back into his briefs and pulls his pants up. “One week…”

  “That’s all… assuming you win, of course.”

  “Oh, we will,” he says, his eyes falling down my body again. “I have pretty good incentive.”

  I smile at him, taking deep and slow breaths to keep myself from falling to little pieces.

  Chapter 13

  Junior

  “What’s up, little brother?”

  I glance up at Maggie. She’s got that look in her eyes, the same one she’s graced me with since she picked up her first psychology book when she was twelve.

  “Nothing,” I answer, hopefully dodging the inevitable psychoanalysis.

  “You’ve barely touched your lunch,” she notes, looking down at my half-eaten burger.

  I shrug. “Still a little shocked, I guess.”

  “Yeah, you and the entire school,” she chuckles, glancing around the student union. “Sounds like the new coach has really brought the competitive spirit back to the team.”

  Eliza flashes into my memory, naked and moaning in the back of my van.

  Win the next game and I’ll let you fuck my brains out.

  “He certainly has,” I say.

  “Well, I’m proud of you,” Maggie says. “Keep it up.”

  I raise a brow. “Did I just hear the P-word from you?”

  “Yeah, it felt weird to me, too…”

  I take a big bite of my burger but it doesn’t go down easy. I didn’t go to the gym this morning. There’s a chance I’ll run into Eliza there and after last night, I can’t guarantee I’ll keep my hands off of her. Six days to go until the next game…

  “I bet the girls were all over you last night.”

  I blink out of it. “What?”

  “More than usual, right?” Maggie asks, taking a sip of her drink. “Keep up the wins and I bet you’ll have to start beating them off with a stick. No wonder you look so tired today…”

  “You got that right,” I chuckle, lying through my teeth.

  I haven’t even looked at another girl since I first laid eyes on Eliza. Her little comment about dumb sorority girls not being enough for me was more truthful than I care to admit. There’s no challenge involved with them like there is with Eliza. She’s pushing my buttons in ways I never thought possible and I’ve never been more annoyed and turned-on at the same time.

  “So…” Maggie clears her throat. “You haven’t mentioned anything about that date.”

  “Oh, that…” The date with Eliza feels like a million years ago now. I don’t even feel angry about the whole thing anymore. “She was… interesting.”

  “Interesting enough for a second date?”

  I shake my head. “I don’t do second dates. You kn
ow that.”

  She rolls her eyes at me. “Someday, you’ll change your mind about that, little brother.”

  “Someday is not today,” I say, grinning. “And today, I’m shopping for a big stick to beat the ladies off with.”

  “How romantic,” she slurs.

  ***

  The professor lays my quiz on the desk in front of me and I instantly cringe. A bright, red F glares back at me.

  Failing a second math quiz in a row is not what the coach had in mind when he told me to get my grades up.

  “The next quiz is on Thursday,” the professor says as she moves to the front of the room. “It’ll cover chapters four and five, so be ready.”

  I stuff the quiz into my backpack, not really caring how crumbled it gets inside. The last thing I want to do is get a tutor to help me out but I can’t get another failing quiz grade without my adviser taking notice. I don’t want to let Cary Pierce down either.

  The professor dismisses us and I keep my head down as I navigate to the front towards the exit.

  As I round the corner in the hallway, a harsh whistle strikes my ears.

  “Oh, Lover Boy.”

  I pause, glancing over to find Eliza’s friend, Grant, leaning against the wall with a cup of coffee in each hand. He holds one out to me and I take it with confusion.

  “What—”

  “Shh,” he says, turning the cup around to show me the name written on the side.

  “Buzz buzz?” I read.

  A second later, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I reach for it to find a new text from Eliza.

  Library. Second floor. Study room B. Now.

  “Thanks,” I tell Grant.

  He nods at me and smiles before taking a silent sip from his cup and gesturing me away.

  I don’t move. “So, you’re going to be her little messenger boy, eh?”

  “I prefer the term liaison, but sure.”

  I chew on my tongue. The fewer people that know about me and Eliza, the better. “How much has she told you…?”

  “Relax,” he smirks. “I’ve been hiding trysts from my parents since I was fourteen. I’ve got you covered.”

  I nod. “But what exactly do you get out of this?”

  Grant stands up off the wall with a devious glint in his eyes. “Well… now that you mention it. You live with Ty Fisher, right?”

  “I do.”

  He raises his shoulders. “Let’s just say if my name comes up… you put in a good word or two.”

  I quickly decipher his meaning but I’ve known Ty for a long time. “I don’t want to disappoint you, Grant, but I think you might be barking up the wrong tree on that one.”

  Grant takes a short step closer, smiling softly with knowing eyes. “You worry about the pussy. Let me worry about the dogs, all right?” He taps my cheek twice with his palm and spins on his heels to take off in the opposite direction. “Bye, Lover Boy.”

  My phone vibrates again in my hand.

  I said now.

  I smile and rush outside, charging down the sidewalk towards the library across campus.

  ***

  Honestly, I didn’t even know the library had private study rooms. This might explain why my grades have avalanched into the damn ground.

  I turn the handle to study room B and push the door open. At first glance, the room is empty with the exception of a small, two-person table and two chairs. I sense movement behind the door, along with the pleasant aroma of Eliza Pierce’s perfume.

  “Close the door,” she whispers.

  I obey and she’s on me before I can even say a word.

  She pins me to the door, pressing herself against me and my eyes instantly drop to the impressive cleavage rising up from her bright, blue top. I drop my backpack to the floor and reach behind her to raise her black skirt and cup her ass, pulling her up for a kiss. Her hands fish beneath my shirt and she rakes her nails over my abs while her tongue probes my mouth.

  “Thanks for the coffee,” I say, pulling back to refill my lungs.

  She shrugs, smiling. “Figured I owed you a cup.”

  I give her ass a firm squeeze before releasing her and she backs up to lean against the table, her chest heaving up and down as she breathes.

  “So, what’s this about?” I ask, gesturing to the study room.

  “I had an hour to kill between classes.” She combs her fingers through her long hair. “Figured I’d make good use out of it.”

  “So, you thought I’d be at your beck and call? That I’d just come running at the snap of your fingers whenever you got an itch you can’t scratch…?”

  “You’re here, aren’t you?”

  I nod. “Fair enough.”

  “I didn’t want to wait until Saturday to see you again. Just because I won’t let you fuck me yet doesn’t mean we can’t have fun in other ways until then.”

  “Really?”

  “Sure. Why not?”

  “Where’s this coming from?” I ask. “Up until now you’ve been pretty hesitant about hooking up with me at all.”

  “Honestly, Junior…” She pauses, her words tripping over her tongue. “I haven’t been able to get what you said to me out of my head.”

  “What’d I say?”

  “You said…” Her eyes scrape the floor. “You said you’d eat me like no one ever has and that by the end of it, I’d be yours.”

  There’s a quiver in her tone and I really like it. It’s such a stark contrast from how confident she is in every other moment. She’s dropping her guard… and she’s doing it for me.

  “Is that so?” I ask, stepping closer to her.

  She nods. “No one has ever said anything like that to me before.”

  I smile. “Little Eliza Pierce is a fan of dirty talk, is she?”

  “She might be…”

  I lay my hands on her thighs and a breath rushes over her lips. “Which part turned you on the most? How I’d eat you or that you’d be mine after?”

  Her eyes fall, almost like she’s too embarrassed to answer. “The second part.”

  I move my fingers up her thighs, crawling beneath her skirt and she doesn’t do a damn thing to stop me. “Is that what you want? For me to own you?”

  She shakes her head but her body says yes.

  I place my left hand beneath her chin, nudging her up to look at me. I kiss her softly with a closed mouth, teasing her with the simplicity and she trembles on demand.

  “Junior…”

  I silence her with another kiss, this one firmer, as my right hand pushes her panties aside under her skirt.

  “The door doesn’t lock,” she warns.

  “You better be quiet then,” I reply, drawing a line between her folds. She’s as wet as the ocean and I fight the urge to drink from her. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

  Eliza fights her heavy lids and her blue eyes find mine. I keep her focus on me, gently placing my fingers around her neck to keep her head up. Her pulse thumps against my palm, so fast and wild.

  I slide a single finger inside of her tight pussy and her jaw drops in a silent scream.

  “Don’t close your eyes,” I warn her as she blinks. “Look at me while I’m inside of you.” I hold her neck a little tighter and she grips my arm; not out of fear but because she trusts me to hold her up.

  “Junior…” she moans softly.

  “That’s right,” I nod, gently stroking her insides. “You’ll remember my name for the rest of your life.” I push in further to grind her clit with the heel of my hand and a tremor shakes her body. “You might even scream it by accident in another man’s bed because no matter how much you try not to, you’ll think of me while they’re inside of you. Not only am I going to fuck your brains out, Ellie… I’m going to ruin you for other men.”

  A moan escapes her, almost too loud. I lay a finger over her mouth to remind her to be quiet and she takes it between her lips to suck on it.

  “You’re going to come for me, Ellie,” I growl, her eyes still locked on
mine. “I want to feel your snatch clamp around me.” I slide a second finger in and she bites down hard on my knuckle to keep from screaming. “Don’t make a sound as you do it. Keep it all inside.”

  Eliza nods and I steal a kiss from her.

  “Come,” I whisper, holding her steady. “Do it now.”

  Her body answers with a hard jerk, letting go of all the tension in her as the orgasm takes over. Just like I demanded, her inner muscles twitch wildly on my fingers, squeezing me so tight it almost hurts.

  She holds her breath, struggling to stay quiet. I pull her in and bury her face in my shoulder, letting her belt out a quiet scream that only we can hear.

  “You’re my girl now,” I whisper in her ear. “No one else will ever touch you like I can… Remember that.”

  Eliza breathes hard against me for several moments before easing back to look at me again. She nods silently, her pussy still firing a subtle pulse around my fingers.

  I pull them out and stick them in my mouth to lick her off my knuckles. “Fuck, Ellie… you taste so good.”

  She chuckles between breaths. “You’re not too bad either…”

  I step back to lean against the wall, playing it cool and hoping she doesn’t notice the rock hard tent pooching my jeans. “Well, did that work for you?”

  “Oh, yeah…” She pushes her skirt down and hops off the table. “Where did you learn to talk like that?”

  “You pick up a few things in college besides degrees…” I joke.

  “Well… keep studying,” she laughs. “Do you ever mean what you say? Or is it just for show…?”

  I bite my inner cheek. “Did you want me to mean it?”

  She hesitates. “Shit, I don’t know…”

  I laugh. “Such is the power of dirty talk.”

  “No kidding.” She bends over to grab her messenger bag. “I have to get to my class, but… let’s just say I owe you one.”

  I scoop my own bag off the floor without looking. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me—”

  She gasps, her eyes darting towards my bag. “Wait—”

  My books topple out and I feel a sharp pain of embarrassment during my moment of glory. “Well, shit…”