Spring Training

by KB Winters

  ‘Oh? What was your major? Did you ever go overseas?’

  ‘Major was aerospace engineering specifically aeronautical engineering and I did a few tours as a SEAL before I got out last year.’

  I did a quick google search about his major and what I found was definitely impressive. The man was obviously smart just going by his major, and I vaguely knew that being a Navy SEAL meant he was a bad ass. So far everything about Blake intrigued me in a major way and any thoughts of Davis were pushed to the back of my mind at that point.

  ‘So you’re smart and obviously attractive.’ I paused for a moment before typing my next question. ‘Why are you looking for a wife online?’

  ‘Why are you looking for a husband? I read your profile and saw you went to Yale. That’s kind of a big deal.’

  I sighed at his question. Anyone from my normal social circle wouldn’t have even bothered to ask. It was well understood in our circle that a woman went to an Ivy League school in order to network, and find a husband. It wasn’t frowned upon for women to take the career track—in fact, one of my close friends had done just that and was working her way up the corporate ladder at Deloitte. Still, it was pretty normal for women to go to college and then come out and get married to successful men rather than pursuing a career. I didn’t want to lie though, so I figured I’d just tell some semblance of the truth.

  ‘I graduated a few years ago, but never really caught the working bug. I’ve been trying to figure things out.’ I winced at my own answer. ‘I actually always saw myself as a wife and mother.’ The lie felt wrong, but I couldn’t think of how else to answer. I couldn’t tell him about my true reasons for being on the website.

  ‘You always saw yourself that way, or that was always what other people saw you as?’

  The question made me pause. What the hell was with this guy? Was he trying to make me angry?

  ‘What is that supposed to mean?’ My fingers flew angrily over the keyboard with my question.

  ‘It’s just a question.’

  “Just a question my ass,” I muttered to myself. This guy was definitely not the type of man I was used to dealing with. Most of the men in my circle would never ask such questions. There was an unspoken understanding about the roles we would all play and if you happened to fall in love with the person you were marrying, well, we all considered you lucky. While arranged marriages weren’t necessarily a thing, life was more like chess and less like a romance novel.

  ‘I saw myself that way. I joined this site for myself alone.’

  ‘Okay. Good. Well, I’d like to talk with you more then. Maybe we could Skype or email? Having to log back into this website is a pain in the ass.’

  I didn’t want to smile, but I couldn’t help it. Blake definitely was not like any other guy I knew. I didn’t even feel bad about scheduling a Skype date with him for the next evening or about giving him my personal email—though I did feel a little bad about closing the website before responding to Davis’ email. Blake was something totally new for me. He wasn’t clean cut and boring like the normal guys in my social circle, and he didn’t seem to be the bad boy type I was familiar with. He was definitely a bad ass in his own right for having served overseas and his intelligence was also clear. Overall he was something brand new and the part of me that I kept locked away had stood up and taken notice.

  As I lay awake in bed that night, I wondered what he was doing then. Did he sleep shirtless like one of his profile pictures? I didn’t even know what he did and he hadn’t answered my question for why he was in the market for a wife to begin with. Did he have a sketchy past that he’d run away from? Was he involved with the drug trade? How did he make enough money to afford the membership? I didn’t think SEALs made that much. All of these questions circled around in my brain until finally I drifted to sleep, the memory of those piercing blue eyes still at the forefront of my mind.

  Chapter Four

  “Oh god, Blake,” I moaned as my hands shot down to grip the golden strands of his hair. I could barely breathe with the sparks of pleasure that continued to shoot up and down my spine. The soft beard that framed Blake’s face was maddening as it softly scratched across the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. My body spasmed with each hot drag of his wicked tongue against the slick folds of my cunt and I whined when he drew one lip in sucking slightly. I gripped his hair tighter and tried to hold his head still as my hips pushed up against his face. I knew I had to be swollen and soaked by now thanks to how turned on I was. The sounds of his hums and grunts as he ravenously feasted were enough to set my blood singing with desire, and I echoed him with moans of my own. I didn’t know how long he was down there, but all I knew was that I needed to come and I needed to come now.

  “Please.” My voice was barely more than a whisper and hoarse after my continuous sounds of pleasure. Blake pulled back slightly and looked up at me from where he was held against my pussy.

  “Please what baby?” His voice was deep and rough, the sound of it pulling a shiver from deep within me. “Oh, you want to come don’t you?”

  I nodded frantically squeezing my eyes closed. I did want to come, no, I needed to come. This feeling inside of me was so much more powerful than anything else I had ever felt. No one, not even my ex fiancé, had ever pushed me so high into pleasure before. I didn’t know how we had gotten to this point, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I’d die if he didn’t make me come soon.

  A sharp smack was delivered to the bottom of my thigh and I jerked at the feeling. It didn’t hurt so much as surprise me. I was even more surprised to feel a sick sense of pleasure flowing up from the point of contact. The realization made me whine high up in my throat and I opened my eyes focusing in on Blake’s answering smirk.

  “You liked that, didn’t you, baby girl?” He delivered another soft smack to the other side and I couldn’t stop the groan of pleasure that leapt from my throat. “You like me spanking your tight little ass. You want me to put you on my lap and slap that ass some more?”

  I shook my head. That wasn’t what I wanted, not completely. “I want you to fuck me and slap my ass.”

  My honesty made him smile and I swallowed hard at the sight of it. That was the smile of a cat that had just gotten some cream and everything inside of me clenched. “You are a kinky little minx aren’t you?”

  I smirked slightly even while my breath continued to leave me in pants. “I have my moments. Now are you going to fuck me or not?”

  Blake hummed as if he were thinking about it and I had to stop myself from outright begging. My hands slid from his hair and I ran them slowly over my own hips. When I saw his gaze follow, I felt bold and powerful. He was like a statue, a gladiator that would have been fawned over had he lived in another time. I had no doubt that he could’ve gotten any woman he wanted with a simple snap of his fingers. But Blake was here, with me. He was in my bed, between my legs and I had no desire to give that up.

  “You sure are a hot little number, Taylor,” he rumbled out before pushing up from his position. My body trembled slightly as he shifted over me. Our skin slid softly against each other and I couldn’t help but let out another wanton moan. Thoughts of embarrassment had long since fled my mind, and I was unashamed of bearing the full force of my need for him.

  When his lips caressed my left breast, I gasped and pushed up against him silently pleading for more. The heat of his mouth curling around my nipple was like hot lightning. I couldn’t have stopped my hands from burying themselves again in his hair even if I’d tried. Blake didn’t seem to mind if the vibration of his moans against my skin was anything to go by. “Mmm, you taste so good baby.”

  “Blake…” My voice trailed off as he switched to my other nipple treating it just as thoroughly as its twin. By the time his lips reached mine, my entire body was keyed up and throbbing with desire for him. I tossed my head against the pillow. “God, you’re driving me crazy.”

  His chuckle was dark and sexy. “I’m driving you crazy?”
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  “Yes.”

  “Good.” One of his hands slid underneath my thigh and pushed it up against his hip. I could feel the hard tip of his cock resting just outside the lips of my cunt, and I whimpered when I realized I was immobilized under his weight.

  “Blake,” I pleaded. My voice had gone high and breathy. I squeezed his golden strands between my fingers as if they would help anchor me in my body. He was right there…so close I could practically taste him deep in my throat.

  “Taylor!”

  I jerked up and out of bed at the sound of my mother’s voice shouting in my ear. “What the fuck, Mom?” I whirled around pulling the blankets around me as I tried to catch my breath. She stood above me, arms crossed and the now familiar scowl plastered on her face. I glanced around my room startled by the brightness of the sun. Had all of that been a dream?

  “Your language gets more and more foul as the days go by. Get up and check your messages. If Davis has replied to you then we need to decide what you are going to say in return.” She glanced at me one last time before stepping away from my bed and towards the door. “I can’t have you messing things up again.”

  I glared at her wondering if I’d said anything in my sleep—or even moaned for that matter. She left the room and shut the door behind her with a loud click. I longed to fall back into bed and back into my dream. I’d never had a dream so intense and visceral. It was almost as if I could feel the ghost of Blake’s fingertips on my skin and all I had to do was slide my thighs together to know I was soaking wet from the force of my dream. “Jesus, if that’s what he can do to me in a dream, imagine what he could do to me in person.” I chuckled at myself before throwing back my blankets and moving to get out of bed.

  I needed a shower—a long hot one. I walked past my computer trying not to be tempted, and stepped into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up and decided to indulge a little. I knew for a fact my mother would take at least an hour to get suitably dolled up, so I figured I could afford to take a little extra time. I put the stopper in the tub so it could fill with water and poured in a little bubble soap as well.

  The scent of the soap along with the steamy water made me shiver and my mind once again drifted back to my more than pleasant dream. I wondered if Blake was really like that—rough and slightly domineering.

  I brushed my hand softly across the back of my thigh, sighing as I remembered the pleasurable pain that came with his smack. I’d never been with anyone who had been willing to be a bit rough with me. Even my ex had insisted on treating me like living glass with soft, barely-there caresses and sweet platitudes. The sex was never bad, but I’d often found myself longing for a bit more roughness and secretly had thoughts of being pressed down with a warm weight and pleasured until I could do nothing but shriek my enjoyment to the ceiling. It was almost sad in a way. Out of all of the times I’d ever had sex, my dream had been the best of all and that hadn’t even included actual intercourse. I’d be so upset if Blake turned out to be terrible in bed.

  Stepping into the fragrant warmth of the bath was unimaginably soothing. As much as I tried to hide it, I’d been incredibly tense since my father’s passing and the realization that my ex was at fault. I really liked him and losing my boyfriend, father and then Tyler moving away, had taken its toll on my feelings.

  Tyler had never blamed me and even rocked me to sleep the last night he was here. We’d slept hand-in-hand like we did when we were kids and I swore a monster lived in my closet. As I slid all the way into the warm water, I wondered again if maybe I should take him up on his offer to move in with him for a few months.

  “Taylor, hurry up!”

  My mother’s piercing shout made me wince and I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling. The woman was a maniac—a gold-digging, egotistical maniac. I pushed away all thoughts of her and tried to recall the best parts of my dream before it had been so rudely interrupted.

  The memory of Blake’s lips against mine was at the forefront and I marveled that such a tiny thing like that could make my breath quicken again. I let my arms slide down into the water and caress the sides of my legs. I wondered if his house had a tub that was large enough for the both of us to fit inside together. Maybe we could lounge together and have slow passionate sex as the water cooled around our heated bodies. My breath hitched as I ran my fingers across my pussy. I was achingly sensitive, and I wondered if I’d had an orgasm in my sleep. I hope my mother hadn’t heard me if I did, but it would explain the amount of slick that had pooled between my legs.

  “Blake,” I whispered as I leaned my head back against the rim of the tub. One of my hands traveled back up brushing over one of my nipples while the other slid between my lips and pierced the ache deep within my pussy. I bit my bottom lip as I slid one finger inside wishing desperately that it was one of Blake’s. As large as he was, I knew without a doubt that one of his fingers would be much longer and thicker than one of my own. The thought of his gaze on my cunt as he breached me with his agile fingers had me arching my back against the onslaught of feelings. I wondered how his beard would feel as it brushed against my sensitive thighs. Would he use his tongue on me? I could almost feel the phantom push of him inside of me, and I slid another finger deep into my aching pussy. If I tried hard enough, maybe I could ignore the fact that it was my fingers inside of me and instead imagine they were Blake’s.

  I turned my head to the side resting one heated cheek against the cool tub. The fingers that had been teasing one of my nipples switched to the other and pinched softly. I parted my lips on a sigh and imagined how it would feel if it were his mouth flicking and sucking my breast. Would he use his teeth against me? My nipples had always been acutely sensitive, and I found myself having more powerful orgasms from having them played with.

  With Blake’s big muscles, I was sure he’d have no problem holding me still as he ruthlessly exploited that weakness. The thought of being so completely and totally at his mercy made my pussy clench around my fingers. I instinctively sped up my motions, pinching harder at my nipple and thrusting my fingers inside as far as they could go. Bright lights burst behind my closed eyelids and I couldn’t stop my body from reaching its peak with one glorious burst of pleasure.

  “Oh god.” My voice was hoarse, I noted as I came down, and I wondered if I’d been shouting and hadn’t even realized it. Thankfully, I’d gotten my bathroom sound proofed a few years ago when it was remodeled, and I started sneaking conquests up to my room so I knew I didn’t have to worry about my mother hearing me.

  Knowing her, she was probably on the phone with her friends lamenting about how ungrateful of a daughter I was…or she was trying to set me up with some other rich fucker who could get her out of the stupid bankruptcy.

  I shivered as the water cooled and penetrated my heated skin. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been sitting in the tub. A quick glance at the large ornate clock on the wall showed that I’d been pleasuring myself for over half an hour. I quickly soaped up and rinsed off my body before opening the drain and standing up. The large fluffy towel tickled as I ran it over my damp skin and I shivered when it trailed across my breasts. After orgasming, I was always hyper sensitive to anything touching my nipples and the smallest touch could send sensations buzzing painfully through my body. I had a vague thought of how maybe Blake would use that to his advantage until—

  “Taylor!” The muted sound of my mother’s voice came through the locked bathroom door and I sighed in annoyance. The woman was truly getting on my last nerve.

  “What?” I yelled as I threw open the heavy door. “Can I have a moment to bathe?” I pushed past her before she could respond. “Must you pester me every moment of the day?” I walked straight into my walk-in closet securing the towel around me so I could use both hands.

  “If you would stop stalling and simply do as I ask, I wouldn’t have to pester you.” Her voice followed me into the closet. “Have you received a message from the boy or not?”

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sp; I whirled around to face her. “Yes, mother. I received an email from the man, Davis. He does have a name you know—a name that is not ‘rich man’ or ‘money bags’ or even ‘boy’. I turned away and reached into my drawer to grab some panties and a bra. “Can you leave please so I can get dressed?”

  “Fine, but just remember this—it is your fault.”

  I sighed softly. “It always is Mother.” I glanced over my shoulder in time to see her leave my bedroom. “I swear that woman lives to torture me,” I grumbled.

  I hated that she could always find a way to remind me of my shortcomings as a prim and proper daughter, and I hated it even more that I felt she was right. I’d been the one to insist Clark was a good person and I’d been the one to push him into interning for my father. If I’d only seen how deep his addiction was, I might’ve been able to put a stop to things and my father would have still been alive. I was aware of all of this. And that was probably the only reason I sat down at my computer—not even fully dressed—and finally wrote a response to Davis’ email. If I hadn’t been so pre-occupied, I might have been more aware of myself and not responded to Blake’s Skype call request when it popped up on my computer screen.

  “Well hello there,” Blake said roughly after I’d opened the video screen. He looked unbelievably handsome in a simple white t-shirt that hugged his well-defined, kissable upper arms. His beard was trimmed but still thick and my fingers twitched with the need to see if it was as soft as it looked. His long sun-kissed hair was down with a few strands falling in front of his piercing blue eyes. I felt my breath catch when our gazes locked.

  “Hi.” My voice was breathy, completely unlike the normally strong tone. I could feel my body leaning closer to the screen. “How are you?” I kicked myself at asking such an inane question.

  “Much better now that I get to see you.” Something warm unfurled inside of me at his response. “Though I didn’t realize I’d get to see so much of you so soon.”