Home Run Baby: A Sports Romance

by Tabatha Kiss

  “I told you I could rock you all night, Eliza Pierce. You should have believed me.”

  “Well, then… I stand corrected,” she laughs.

  I shake my head and slide closer to her. “No, if you’re standing, then I’ve done something wrong. Spread your legs again—”

  She slaps me away. “Not so fast… I need a little more rest first.”

  “That’s what I thought.” I settle back, feeling a rush of satisfaction as she laughs.

  “Oh…” She sits up. “Speaking of you doing things wrong…” I raise a confused brow as she crawls across the bed and reaches for my notebook on the desk, flashing me the most exquisite view of her tempting ass as she moves. “I checked over your math homework while I was waiting on you.”

  “I thought you were only here for a few minutes before I got home,” I say, glancing at the pencil notches taking over my homework.

  She clears her throat, ignoring the accusation as she points to the paper. “I think we need to go over factoring again because you keep—”

  I snatch the notebook from her and toss it to the floor. “Not now.”

  “But—”

  “Ellie…” I shift her onto her back and drop my lips to her breasts. “Not now.”

  She smiles and exhales the tension from her muscles as I descend her body. “Okay… tomorrow then.”

  “Tomorrow is Sunday,” I argue.

  “That’s the perfect day for studying.”

  “When a guy fantasizes about his tutor riding him, a stern work ethic is not what he’s thinking about…”

  “Get used to it, Junior. I said you’d learn it and I meant it.”

  I kiss down her navel, sliding my tongue along her flavorful skin. “You know… you haven’t told me what you wanted in return for tutoring me.”

  Her lips curl. “Oh, that.” She runs her fingers through my hair, quivering softly as my tongue inches even closer to her core. “Grab my bag.”

  I reach for it, curious to know what she brought with her and what dirty things I can do to her with it.

  She withdraws a book from the bag. “Page ninety-seven.”

  I blink with confusion as she tosses it at me but I do as she asks. “Okay…”

  “Read Danny’s lines.”

  My tongue twitches with disappointment. “What is this?”

  “I help you study geometry and you help me memorize my lines,” she explains.

  I glance at the book and chuckle. “This wasn’t really what I had in mind…”

  “I know,” she grins, “but you said you’d do whatever I wanted and this qualifies.”

  “Does it, though…?”

  “Yes.” She sits back against the headboard, staring at me with expectation. “I’m waiting, Danny.”

  I sigh and look at the script, finding Danny’s first line at the top of the page. “If this is right, then why does it feel so wrong?”

  She smiles at my stiff delivery but swings into her character. “It feels wrong because we don’t know any better,” she recites from memory. “You just need a little time to think about it like I have.”

  “Nora, I don’t give a good goddamn what your head thinks.” I furrow my brow. “All I care about is what that beautiful heart of yours feels—” I drop the script. “This is stupid.”

  “You said you’d do anything…”

  “No, I mean… these lines. No one talks like this.”

  “I asked you to read, not to think.”

  “I don’t want to do either one right now,” I hint, tossing the script off the bed.

  She lunges forward, wincing as it slides along the floor. “That’s my only copy—”

  I grab her arm and pull her towards me. “Right now, I’d rather be moaning or grunting or tasting — none of which require reading or thinking.”

  She winks. “Maybe a little thinking.”

  “I beg to differ, Ellie,” I say, sliding down her body. “I can do some very good things to you without even thinking about it.”

  I lick her sweet folds and her thighs twitch against my shoulders. She moans softly, her breaths growing more powerful with each lap I give her clit. I focus on it, drawing circles around it and adding pressure in all the right places until she’s squirming beneath me.

  My mouth waters with every taste and I immerse myself in her, not caring how much of a mess she makes on my face. I reach up her body to squeeze her breasts and her hips buck and grind on me.

  Eliza grabs my hair and digs her nails into my scalp. “Stick a finger in me,” she moans.

  I do as she pleases, sliding my digit inside until I can’t anymore. She writhes against my hand, trembling wildly as I fuck her with it.

  Her back arches and she moans at the ceiling as she comes. Every piece of her quakes under me and I can’t help but laugh with her ecstasy. Her moans squeak from her little throat, an adorable change from her usual deep, feminine tone.

  Slowly she relaxes, gently twitching every few seconds as I kiss up to her neck.

  She opens her eyes and slight panic crosses her face. “Oh, my god…” she deflates, staring at my bedside clock. “My father’s gonna kill me.”

  “He gives you a curfew?”

  “It’s suggested,” she sighs. “But still, I’d rather not…”

  “Rock the boat,” I nod.

  “Yeah.”

  I finally give in and check the time. It’s three in the morning.

  “Relax,” I laugh, hoping to keep her in my bed for as long as possible. “Stay here. The damage is already done.”

  She slides out from under me and reaches for her bag, but I squeeze her hand. “Junior, come on.”

  “Come on what?” I ignore her protest and pull her over me so she straddles my waist. Her wetness hugs my cock and I feel myself growing hard again.

  She feels it, too. “Junior… I have to go…”

  Fuck, I love the way she says my name.

  “No, you don’t.” I press myself against her glistening folds.

  “Junior…” she sighs with pleasure.

  I sit up and wrap my hands around her naked curves. Her nipples harden against my palms as I kiss her to taste the warm desire on her lips.

  She melts in my arms, losing more of her will to leave with every hard inch of me she feels.

  “What will it be, Ellie?” I ask. “Are you coming or going?”

  She smiles. “Why not both?”

  “Correct answer.”

  I settle back against my pillows as she grabs another condom from my drawer. She sheaths me with it like a champ and impales herself on me, instantly breathing a soft moan as the inches slide inside.

  I take her with slow, upward thrusts and she lays her palms on my chest to hold herself up as she rides me. She matches my speed, grinding and purring with each buck of our hips.

  Her pussy is still so tight around me, even after the hard fucking I already gave her tonight. I groan with each massaging grip, climbing that hill faster than usual but if her eyes are any indication, she just might come before I do.

  I slide a hand down her body and push my thumb against her sensitive clit to help her along.

  She gasps. “Junior, don’t stop…” I intensify the grind, drawing a sharp moan from the bottom of her lungs. “Faster…”

  I oblige, flicking my thumb and pounding upward even harder. Her face contorts into an expression of sinful agony with closed eyes and an open mouth, signaling an upcoming orgasm that’s sure to make me ruin the inside of this condom.

  “Junior—!” she moans, nearly screaming. Her body freezes in place above me and her inner muscles claim my cock with quick spasms, forcing me over the edge as her nails claw into my skin.

  White light tears my vision apart, blinding me as I come with her. She collapses forward to kiss me and our lips vibrate together with moans and grunts of satisfaction. I bury my nose in her hair to smell the mixture of her natural scent and her perfume and her shampoo — anything that will make me memorize ev
ery sensation of this moment.

  Eliza slides off of me, her chest heaving up and down. “Okay…” she says after she catches her breath. “Now, I definitely have to go.”

  She gets dressed and I throw on my jeans to cover up with before I lead her through the dark, silent house.

  As we step outside, I spot Ty’s car in the driveway. “I didn’t even hear him come in…”

  Her round eyes grow wider in the dim street lighting. “You don’t think he heard us, do you?”

  “Oh, he most definitely heard you.” She halts and smacks my shoulder. “I’m kidding! Ty’s the deepest sleeper I’ve ever met. I bring girls in and out of here all the time, he’s never complained.”

  She pauses. “Oh, really?”

  “That… did not come out right,” I choke. “I meant that I used to—”

  “Calm down, Junior.” She chuckles in the dark. “We both knew what this was.”

  My body feels twenty pounds heavier. “Right… we’re just having fun.”

  “Exactly.” She pops up onto her toes and lays a quick peck on my cheek. “Bye, Junior.”

  “Bye, Ellie.”

  I leave her at her car and she drives off down the street.

  I linger on the porch until her car disappears from sight but I try to pretend I’m not. I pull the mailbox open to check inside even though I already know it’s empty. I bend over to adjust the welcome mat because it’s about thirty degrees off center.

  Thirty degrees? I guess Eliza was right when she said I’d actually learn something with her as my math tutor.

  I step inside and run right into Ty’s judgmental face.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asks, the whole truth flashing back at me.

  “Checking the mail,” I claim.

  “At three in the morning?”

  “Is that weird?”

  Ty shakes his head. “Cut the crap. That was Eliza Pierce, wasn’t it?”

  I scoff. “Come on, man. She’s just my math tutor.”

  “Oh, okay…” His voice drips with sarcasm. “Eliza Pierce was in your bedroom all night, moaning at you to solve equations harder and faster?”

  “Okay, fine. You caught us. We’re just having some fun. That’s it.”

  “There’s having fun with girls and then there’s having fun with Cary Pierce’s daughter,” he points out. “Only one of those things will get you kicked off the football team.”

  “Coach is not going to kick me off the team, all right?” I laugh.

  “I hope not because, unfortunately, we need your ass.” He steps back, his head sagging with disappointment. “Don’t let a few late-night study sessions blow this entire season for the rest of us.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Good.”

  Ty takes off back to his room but I linger behind in the darkness for a few more minutes.

  I can’t really blame him for getting angry. Hell, I’d be just as pissed off if I were in his shoes. Hands off Eliza Pierce. It’s an easy, simple instruction but as Eliza the Tutor could easily tell you, following instructions isn’t my strongest suit.

  But Eliza and I are just having fun. She confirmed as much a few minutes ago. No strings attached. Just good, old-fashioned, casual sex.

  When the coach told me to stay away from her, he could have meant not to date her. We’re not dating so we should be in the clear, right?

  I slink back to my room and the temporary comfort the thought brings me disappears. The place still smells of her. That flower perfume lingers on the walls and my bedsheets. Her moans of pleasure and laughter still echo in my ears.

  It could all come crashing down at any moment. The mere thought of that burns. Every ounce of victory and satisfaction in me is instantly displaced by nagging guilt and doubt but it doesn’t change a damn thing in the end.

  I plop down onto my desk chair and twitch as something soft breaks my fall. I reach behind me and pull out that teddy bear from the arcade. It takes me back to that night and how cute she looked sitting in my car with it on her lap. It’s just a stupid stuffed animal but it makes me grin like a damn idiot every time I look at it.

  I’d do it all again. I’d throw everything else away for a minute of her in my bed.

  Does that make me an asshole?

  Screw it. I’ll be an asshole then.

  OCTOBER

  Chapter 16

  Eliza

  “It’s over.”

  I say it without blinking, without hesitation, and Junior stares back at me from the other side of his bed with a blank expression on his face.

  “I don’t accept that,” he replies.

  I try not to look down at his naked abs, the one distraction I don’t need right now. His bed sheet lies draped over his groin. I’m sure if he even sneezed just right it would fall down to expose his—

  Focus, Eliza.

  “I don’t care what you accept,” I whisper, forcing my eyes down to my shirt — or I should say his over-sized shirt that I’ve claimed as my own. “It’s over, we’re done. I can’t do this anymore.”

  He sits up. “You’ve sung this song before, Nora. What makes this different than any other time you’ve run away from us in the last ten years?”

  “It’s…” I clamp my jaw in frustration. “It’s the… shit. Line.”

  Junior smirks and twists his wrist to flick the script open. “It’s the first time I’ve thought more with my head—”

  “More with my head and not my heart!” I complete the line. “Dammit. Why can’t I remember that one?”

  He tosses the script back down. “From the top again?”

  I sigh with amused frustration. “You’re not even looking at the script.”

  “I don’t need to anymore.”

  “You have it memorized?”

  “I guess.”

  I kick his chest with my bare foot. “I can’t believe you know this scene better than I do…”

  Junior cradles my foot in his hands, putting soft pressure against my arch. “Well, maybe if you didn’t end up with my cock in your mouth every time you came over to run lines, you’d know it by now.”

  My jaw drops and he laughs. “Wow… you know what?” I take the opportunity to mess with him. “I think you’re right, Junior. Maybe we shouldn’t hook-up anymore.”

  He drops my foot and points a finger at me. “I didn’t say that,” he argues. “I did not say that at all.”

  “I see the light now, Junior…” I add more emotion to my voice. “Sex is a bad thing. It’s naughty and horrible for productivity.”

  “But that’s the fun part…”

  “It’s over,” I say, taking it from the top.

  He smiles and leans forward, letting the sheet gently slip off his naked groin. “I don’t accept that.”

  “I don’t care what you accept…” I slide beneath him as he crawls up my body. “It’s over, we’re done. I can’t do this anymore.”

  Junior shifts between my willing thighs. “You’ve sung this song before, Nora…” He crushes his lips against mine and I stretch towards his condom stash to grab one off the top. “What makes this different than any other time you’ve run away from us in the last ten years?”

  “It’s the first time I’ve thought more with my head and not my heart,” I say, rolling the latex onto his stiff shaft. “This is the right thing for both of us, Danny. I know it.”

  He adjusts my knees, pulling me closer to align us. “If this is right… then why does it feel so wrong?”

  I moan as he pushes inside, stretching me out with every thick inch of him. “It feels wrong…” He rocks me with quick, firm thrusts and I twitch with pleasure. “It feels… oh, fuck, Junior, that feels good.”

  He laughs. “That’s not your line.”

  “I don’t care.” I raise my knees and he drapes them over his shoulders the way I like it. His tip presses against my most sensitive spot and my back arches off the mattress as I squirm on him.

  Junior grins
down at me. “Nora,” he continues, keeping hard, consistent thrusts, “I don’t give a good goddamn what your head thinks. All I care about is what that beautiful heart of yours feels.” He leans down, flashing his best, melodramatic eyes at me. “It feels the same as mine. I love you. I’ve always loved you since the day I saw you and I refuse to let you go.”

  I laugh from the bottom of my gut. “You fucking show-off!”

  He chuckles, breaking character. “I think I may have missed my calling with this whole acting thing.”

  “You think so?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I don’t think you’re handsome enough to be an actor,” I tease.

  He halts his thrust. “Oh, those are some fighting words, Eliza Pierce.”

  “What are you gonna do about it?”

  His eyes narrow, firing down at me with intense, playful revenge. “Okay, then—”

  I laugh out loud as he takes hold of me and spins me around onto my stomach.

  He’s back inside of me in seconds, entering me from behind as he pins me to the bed. I tremble, feeling the weight of his body against my back. He takes my hair in his fist and pulls my head up to expose my neck for his bites while pounding me hard and fast.

  I grip the pillow beneath my head, moaning into it with each breath. His lips graze my ear and his warm breath tickles my spine.

  “You going to take it back?” he teases, grinding me a little harder.

  Fire burns inside, almost ready to explode. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing but pleasure falls from my tongue.

  “Ellie…” he chuckles.

  He stops thrusting and I whine beneath him. “No, keep going—”

  “Take it back and I’ll let you come…”

  I grit my teeth in dissatisfaction. “You son-of-a—”

  He twists my neck, guiding my face back to kiss me. “Take it back and I’ll make you come all over this cock.”

  I whimper. “I take it back—”

  “Take what back?”

  “You’re handsome,” I laugh. “Born for the stage.”

  He slaps my ass. “Good girl.”

  The pleasant pain charges up my lower back and I moan as he resumes his domination of me. He has me so close again within minutes and he groans with me as he races me to the edge.