Spring Training

by KB Winters

  “Don’t be,” Constance said with a bright grin. “You look gorgeous and if that kiss was anything to go by, you should have a pretty awesome night.”

  “Just don’t get too awesome,” Gigi cut in. “I don’t want to be an auntie anytime soon.”

  I laughed and gave her a soft smack on the arm. “The only sex is safe sex, got it.” I walked over to the bed and picked up my clutch. “I’ll text you guys when I get home s—”

  “—If you get home you mean.”

  I rolled my eyes, but didn’t deny it. The kiss Blake and I shared earlier had gotten my blood pumping, and I ached to see how it would feel to have him inside of me in other ways. When I stepped out of Gigi’s building, I wasn’t expecting to see him standing there with a bouquet of red roses in his hand. It was as if he’d just stepped out of a romance novel and it took my breath away. With legs as wobbly as newborn colt’s, I walked over to him not caring about the dopey smile on my face. Blake was also smiling and didn’t hesitate to pull me into his arms again for a sweet kiss. This one was no less soul shattering as the one before, and I marveled at the amount of chemistry flowing between us.

  “Ready for dinner?” He asked, lips brushing against mine as he spoke. I looked into his sky blue eyes and didn’t hold back my enthusiastic nod. He brushed his lips against mine one last time before guiding me to the waiting car.

  The ride to the restaurant was wrought with sexual tension that didn’t dissipate even once we were seated at our table. The dim lighting and candle lit table set the mood far too well, and I had to fight hard against the urge to reach across the table and pull his body close to mine. Idly, I wondered if he were having the same trouble.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t respond to your messages.”

  I looked up from my salad at his words. His eyes were lit by the glow from our table. I finished chewing and swallowed. “It’s okay. I can only imagine what you thought after hearing my mother. I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

  Blake put down his utensils and folded his hands together resting his chin on them. “It was an…interesting experience to be sure.”

  I winced, but tried to cover it up by taking a sip of wine. When a large hand covered mine, I looked up again. Blake’s expression didn’t look angry though, and I was grateful for my second chance with him.

  “Dessert?”

  As much as I wanted to say yes… “The type of dessert I want right now isn’t something that can be eaten with a spoon.” I lowered my eyelids halfway hoping that he got the idea. The slow smile that spread on his face told me he did.

  “Oh, I don’t know. I can think of a few uses for a spoon that might not be…food related.” He sat back in his chair, his gaze like a physical touch against my skin. “And I definitely see something I’d love to taste.”

  I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Well…shall we go?”

  Blake’s smile was shark-like and I felt my pulse begin to race. “Absolutely.”

  If I had thought the ride to the restaurant was fraught with sexual tension, it didn’t even compare to the feeling in the car as we drove back to Blake’s hotel. I’d engaged in my fair share of one-night stands—and I could hold my own—but somehow, Blake felt different. I’d never felt this type of chemistry with anyone else before.

  When I touched his skin, fire would radiate through me. Like all my nerves were lit up all at once. The butterflies in my stomach would dance around and when he kissed me, I knew I could fall in love with his sweet kisses. I pondered for a second on how different it all felt until the moment the door was shut behind me and we were alone in his hotel room.

  With the click of the lock engaging, the temperature around us racheted up more than a few degrees and I was sure my cheeks were flushed.

  I turned slowly to look at Blake. He was leaning against the door as if relaxed, but I was anything but. My body thrummed with energy and if not for the small matter of my pride, I might have thrown myself at him and begged him to take me right there. As it was, I gave him what I hoped was a nonchalant smile and looked around the room.

  “This is a nice suite.” I said as I wandered over to the entertainment center and ran my fingers across the massively large television—faking my composure. Inside, I was hot mess and I knew if he got any closer, it would be my undoing.

  I could hear him moving around behind me, but I wasn’t expecting the strong arms that suddenly wrapped themselves around my waist. The heat of his body bled into my skin despite our layers of clothing and I couldn’t stop myself from shivering. His height meant he towered over me and I felt surrounded by him. It was an intoxicating feeling that stole my breath and sent my mind careening.

  “Do you want this?”

  His question was soft, but firm, leaving no room for jokes. I pulled away a little in order to turn around. “Yes.” My answer was clear and I had no doubts about it. I wanted Blake and I wanted him now.

  When we came together, the heat inside of me racheted up and if not for his strong grip, I might have toppled to the floor. His lips were soft, much softer than I even remembered from earlier as they moved over mine with purpose. I clung to him with my fingers twisting in his shirt. I was pressed tightly against him with my hands caught between the two of us, but there was nowhere else I wanted to be in that moment.

  I could feel one of his hands pulling my dress up and I silently sent up a prayer of thanks to Gigi. She’d convinced me to go with a dress that was easy to slip in and out of. When I felt the tips of his fingers graze my bare thigh, I groaned against his lips. His hands were hot like a brand, and I knew I’d feel the ghost of them even after tonight.

  “Maybe we should take this to the bed,” Blake whispered against my lips. Oh fuck. He pulled back enough to make me open my eyes. His gaze was heated and no doubt matched the fire within my own. I slowly nodded and went with his motions as we shuffled backwards. I didn’t bother looking over my shoulder instead trusting him to lead me. When I felt the tell-tale feeling of a mattress against the backs of my knees, I let my body fall downward and Blake followed my motion keeping me from falling too quickly against the bed. I unclenched my fingers from his shirt in order to bring my arms down and prop myself up with my elbows. The sight of him crouched down before me was intoxicating and I knew I wanted that over and over again.

  “You are so fucking beautiful.”

  His words brought another flush to my cheeks. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard those words—it wasn’t even the first time I’d heard them from him, but for some reason right then they meant more to me than ever before. Maybe it was the look on his face—focused and intent on me—only me. Or maybe it was because of how badly I wanted him. Either way, they filled me with pride and warmth, and I shifted my weight onto one elbow so I could stretch out my other arm and reach for him.

  “Ah ah, not yet,” he replied with a wicked smile. I turned my head to the side and tried to understand his words.

  “What do you mean?” His answer was the glide of his hands up my inner thighs. I shivered at the feeling of his touch as my nerves were set alight. He pushed slightly with his motion and I went with it spreading my thighs until he could fit his lean torso between them. I was struck right then with an intense need to see all of him. “At least take your shirt off for me please.”

  Blake grinned. “Only because you asked so nicely.” He leaned back a little in order to slowly unbutton his collared shirt. When he slid that from his arms, he then reached down to pull his under shirt over his head. I watched him, admiring the well-defined cut of his abs and the slight hair on his chest. He was a god of a man. Pure perfection right in front of me,

  “Take your hair down too?” My eyes caught on his bun and while it was attractive, I wanted his hair down in case I needed something to hold on to—and I had a sneaky suspicion I would.

  “Your wish,” he replied as he reached up and grabbed his man-bun, loosening it up. “Is my command.” I sucked in a slow deep breath. I’d never had
someone talk to me so sexy—so inviting. When his hair fell down around his shoulders, my fingers ached to be buried in his soft waves. He placed his hands back on my thighs and I let my head fall back as I shuddered at the intense feelings coursing through my body.

  Blake’s hands slid further up my thighs taking the bottom of my dress with them until they reached the waistband of my panties. I’d bought them specifically hoping something like this might happen. They were dark maroon in color and silk with lace outlay. When they slid down my legs, I whimpered softly. They hadn’t been the most comfortable pair I owned, but I hoped they did the job. The next feeling of heated breath wafting over the sparse landing strip had me jerking my head back up to look at him.

  “What are you doing?”

  Blake looked at me with an amused smirk on his face. “What do you think I’m doing?” His muscular arms were curled around the tops of my thighs and his shoulders had slid down until the back of my thighs rested against them. I was completely at his mercy. I was thrilled.

  I rolled my eyes at him trying to show that I was unaffected. “I mean—I know what you’re doing. I’m not a virgin.”

  His grin turned even more amused. “Then why did you ask?”

  My fingers curled into the sheets below me as his head moved closer. “It just slip—oh, fuck.” My breath was stolen from me at the first devastating lick of his tongue against my pussy lips. My fresh Brazilian wax had me far more sensitive than I usually was. Either that—or Blake had a magical tongue. His soft groan made my heart jump.

  “God, you’re good,” he rumbled out. “You’re so fuckin wet.” His voice was much lower and rougher than normal. He leaned in again and licked drawing the flat of his tongue against my clit and made me shudder against his grip. The feeling of being held so tight was exhilarating and I struggled to not give in to my greedy desire to push my hips up against his face. The feeling of his beard against my ass was damn near indescribable.

  “Blake,” I moaned as he flicked my clit. Bolts of pleasure shot through my body and my hips began to sway back and forth at the feeling. His grip on my thighs was tight but not painful, as he pulled me closer to him. My breathing hitched and sped up as his tongue laved one side of my pussy and then the other drawing both lips into his hot mouth. I could feel the tiniest pressure of teeth as he nibbled softly and it only heightened my pleasure. I wanted to let go—to come all over his face and beard—but I never wanted this feeling to end.

  I felt weightless–powerless against his wicked mouth, riding the onslaught of feelings he was producing. When his tongue finally pushed between my folds and penetrated the twitching walls of my pussy, I let my head fall back again and groaned out loud—really loud.

  His tongue was strong and forceful, delving deeper than I’d ever felt anyone else go before. I knew my hips were grinding hard against his face, but he didn’t stop me, and I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I’d wanted to. I brought one hand down to grip the top of his head and gasped as he hummed. The vibrations sent syrupy pulses of intense pleasure through me, and my cunt was tense with the need to orgasm. When it finally did wash over me, I was surprised and a little overwhelmed. Coming during sex had never been a problem for me, but I’d never came from foreplay alone. Never.

  “Oh god,” I groaned as my body came down from the high of release. My fingers clenched and I arched my back as Blake continued. He hadn’t stopped, even during my orgasm and his grunts and slick sounds were quickly pushing me higher again. The soft quills of his beard were exciting me everywhere, and occasionally I could feel the hairs above his lip stroke against my clit. With each thrust of his tongue, I grew a little more uncaring about how needy I came across. I brought my other hand above my head to grip the sheets and help give me a little traction for pushing down against his tongue. The wet sounds of my slick covered cunt against his face inflamed me and I didn’t try to stop my heated moans.

  “Yes. Fuck that feels so damn good, Blake.” The snap of my hips sped up when I felt a thick finger join in the fun and slide deep inside my pussy. “Jesus. God. I’m there. Oh Blake.”

  “There you go baby,” Blake cooed as he lifted his wet face from my pussy. He leaned over on one arm and kept his finger inside me. His gaze slowly moved from my face to my pussy. His fingertips rubbed across my g-spot and he had no problem finding the sweet spot. I couldn’t even understand the babble that slid from my mouth. A second finger slid in, taking me higher, making me shudder in places that probably shouldn’t. “Oh, you’re good. You’re so wet. You like that, don’t you baby. You like my fingers making you come like that.” He didn’t lie, my body quivered in an unending orgasm, coming down, only to be teased back up to the clouds again. “Say it dirty girl. I want to hear how much you like it.”

  I smiled up at the ceiling. “Oh, yes. I like it. Fuck, I want your cock in me. Now.” I tried to sound human, but the animalistic grunts coming out of me probably ruined it.

  Another g-spot-inflicted orgasm took me to that indescribably delicious place and I grunted and gasped when his two fingers scissored open, rubbing against the slick walls of my cunt. My words were true though. I wanted his cock filling me and stretching places I never knew I had. I wanted him in me. Hard. Dirty. I wanted to come all over his glorious cock.

  When I felt Blake lift up, I opened my eyes and looked down.

  “What?”

  His smirk was sharp and I shivered as his two fingers slid from within me. In a move that made my breath stutter, Blake stood up and slid his pants to the floor. “Giving you what you said you wanted.”

  “Oh,” I spoke softly before pushing back up on my elbows. My body still thrummed with pleasure though the talking had cooled it somewhat. At Blake’s beckoning, I pushed myself up the bed until my legs lay flat on the sheets. “Should I take my dress off too?”

  He crawled up the bed until his massive frame was crouched over mine. His gaze slid down my mostly covered body before coming back up to meet mine. “Keep it on.”

  I swallowed thickly and nodded. The thought of him pulling up my dress and fucking me was heady and thrilling. Surprisingly, it wasn’t something I’d ever experienced before.

  “Good. I like it on,” Blake said. One of his hands gripped the outside of my thigh and pulled my leg up around his hip. He settled between my legs and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. It was huge. The thought of it filling me up made my mouth water and my pussy ache. When I snuck a quick peek down, I was glad to see that he’d slid on a condom. I had some in my purse for emergencies, but knowing he took care of that without a second thought raised his perfection level a thousand percent.

  “Possessive much?” I joked trying to cover my fumble of my mouth speaking without my brain’s consent.

  Blake let out a rumbling hum. The vibration made me arch underneath him and I hissed when the head of his cock pushed against my pussy lips. “Maybe.” He shifted slightly until his cock nudged its way between my lips and tapped at the pulsing entrance of my hole. The position made me whine softly and I curved my other leg around his hip. He was so close and yet it wasn’t enough. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down further on top of me.

  “Okay, handsome. Fucking happens now, yes?”

  “An Ivy League education and that’s the kind of talk you use in bed?” He joked as his cock sank into my wanting hole one scant inch at a time.

  “I typically use no sentences in bed,” I panted pulling him harder. I tightened my legs silently pleading with him to go faster. His cock was large and hot as it slipped into my tight cunt.

  “Such language is—”

  “Don’t even finish that sentence,” I warned as I looked up at him with a sharp gaze. “Any words about ladylike behavior and I will kick you out of this bed.”

  One of his eyebrows rose. “You do remember that this is my bed.”

  “Don’t care,” I quipped shifting my hands until I could tangle my fingers into his hair. “And I believe if a girl is
getting fucked right, she won’t be able to speak anyway.”

  “Challenge accepted, pretty lady.”

  When his hips sank a bit faster in response, I lifted the corners of my lips into a knowing smile and repeated my action. I saw his eyelids drop before he gave me a knowing smile of his own.

  “Oh, is that what you want then? You want me to hold you down and pound into your tight little hole?”

  “Are you just now realizing that?” I asked in a syrupy sweet voice. I scratched my nails lightly against his scalp again just to make my point.

  “Alright then,” Blake replied. He shifted out of my hold and leaned back on his knees. He reached out and gripped my ankles pulling my legs over his shoulders again. The position made me feel vulnerable in a way that excited me, and I twisted my fingers in the sheet below. If I looked down, I could see the dark pubes where it met my bare skin. With us pressed so closely together, I could feel his hot furry sack as it pressed against my ass cheeks.

  “I was going to make love to you nice and slow, baby,” Blake started. He tightened his grip even more on my thighs, and I had a passing thought about bruises—but ignored it. “But now, I’m going to have to give you the hard fucking you deserve.”

  I barely had time to blink before I felt his cock pulling away from me. His words held true though, as he pushed back against me with a forceful thrust that would’ve moved me up the bed if he hadn’t been holding on to me so tight.

  “Oh God.”

  My moan was soft, but the noises that left my throat didn’t stay that way. If I’d thought Blake was bluffing, that went out the window as he set a punishingly pleasure-filled pace. No sooner was his cock drawn out before it slid back in deeply pushing against something that had me seeing stars. It had never been easy for me to orgasm from regular intercourse, but unbelievably I felt my body tightening up with the need to climax.

  “Fuck.

  Blake.

  You’re.

  So.

  Fucking.

  Good.”