Bases Loaded (Mustangs Baseball)

by Roz Lee

  With a shaking hand, she raised her cup to her lips and sipped. “Only two bases, and you know which ones they are.”

  “Then you need to experience the third one before you commit to the rest. That’s what this weekend will focus on. That third base and loading all the bases at once.”

  “How?” She wrapped both hands around her drink then squared her shoulders, hanging onto the cup as if it was an anchor.

  “Don’t worry. You know I won’t hurt you, but the game is difficult, especially if you haven’t had any experience with all the aspects. You can’t go into it without experience, Clare. You’d never finish if you did.”

  She lifted and repositioned her fingers a few times in silent thought. His pogo stick was currently stuck in the up position, impossible to be otherwise with thoughts of how he was going to coach her this weekend rolling around in his head. He finished his cookie and gulped down the rest of his coffee while she sat tethered to the table by a cardboard mug of fowl tasting liquid.

  “Think about it. Like I said, you can change your mind any time.”

  He pried the cup out of her hands and held the rest of her cookie up in question. She shook her head He stuck the remaining bite in his mouth and gathered their trash in one hand. With the cookie hanging from his lips, he deposited the garbage in a nearby receptacle and returned to the table.

  “We should go now. Pick up our carry-ons from the V.I.P. Lounge.”

  Silent, she stood, allowing him to escort her along the concourse. They claimed their luggage and boarded their flight. Once the plane was in the air and the interior lights lowered for those who wanted to rest on the evening flight, he reached for her hand and found it cold as ice.

  “Clare, look at me.”

  Her eyes were dark pools of turmoil that mirrored what he felt inside.

  “It’s going to be all right. I promise.”

  One of the perks of first-class was the use of a thin blanket. Tony retrieved hers and his from the seat pockets in front of them, removed them from their plastic wrapping, and draped one over her shoulders and the other over her lap. “Spread your legs, babe.”

  “Why?”

  “Just do it. No one will see. That’s why I gave you the window seat.”

  “We shouldn’t,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper.

  “Maybe not, but we are. You need to be reminded how good it feels.”

  Her gaze darted around the darkened cabin then she eased her legs apart.

  “Recline your seat.” Tony tilted his to match hers and slid his arm across the console separating them.

  She lifted the edge of the blanket, and he slipped his hand underneath. A glance her way, a lifted eyebrow, and she undid the fasteners on her slacks and pushed the zipper down.

  Like a compass seeking true north, his hand found the triangle of skin and dipped lower. He hadn’t noticed panty lines earlier, which meant she wasn’t wearing any, or she had on a thong. When his fingers found heated satin, he wasn’t at all disappointed. The outline of the fabric scrap indicated it was ornamental as opposed to a functional garment.

  “For me?” he asked.

  She nodded, a Mona Lisa smile on her face. He couldn’t help himself. He shifted so he could kiss her. What should have been a thank you kiss quickly turned to a pre-orgasmic experience with tongues and teeth and maybe a groan or two. Thank God, the droning of the engines muffled everything but the sharpest of voices. A ding brought them to their senses.

  The fasten seatbelts light had gone off. Tony wasted no time unbuckling first Clare’s then his. In a move that would have made Gumby proud, he scooped her into his arms and swung his ass beneath her, bringing her atop his lap in her seat. One arm anchored her to him—the other was on a mission.

  “Put your head on my shoulder,” he said. “Wrap both hands on my forearm. If it feels good, squeeze. If not, let go.”

  She curled her fingers over his arm and dropped her forehead into the crook of his neck. His cock throbbed against her soft hip pressing into his groin. The big boy was going to have to wait. Clare needed reassurance, and in the cozy cocoon of first-class, he could give it to her.

  “Close your eyes, babe, and relax. Just feel.”

  He found the scrap of satin again and, with sure fingers, pushed it aside. He swallowed hard, feeling the heat between her legs. Her pussy lips were tight, engorged, and inviting. A little pressure from his hand and she allowed her legs to slip a little farther apart. Tony took advantage, parting her folds to stroke her.

  “You’re wet,” he whispered, against her ear. “I like that.”

  She wiggled, and he held her tighter.

  His fingers stroked and played in her damp heat until she whimpered with need. He loved the way she responded to him, the way she told him what she needed without ever saying a word. He found her clit with his thumb and pressed down, using a circular motion that earned him another whimper and wiggle.

  She was so damned wet, he couldn’t wait to get inside her any way he could. He shrugged his shoulder, and she lifted her head to look at him.

  “Kiss me,” he said.

  Her eyelids dropped, and her lips touched his. In that instant, he entered her. Two fingers sank to the third knuckle. She tightened her hold on his forearm until he was sure he would need surgery to repair the damage from her fingernails, but he didn’t stop. Their mouths and tongues dueled while he kept up a steady rhythm with his fingers, plunging in as deep as possible then retreating. His thumb kept firm pressure on her clit.

  She was close or coming. He could tell by the way her limbs stiffened, and the way her fingers clawed at the muscles in his forearm. Her breathing became labored, stealing oxygen from his lungs until he grew lightheaded. And maybe a little crazy.

  Withdrawing from her, he swallowed her frustrated gasp with his lips over hers. His fingers, dripping with her natural lubricant, explored lower, finding her tight back entrance. She stiffened, but her grip on his forearm never wavered.

  “Babe, it’s going to be so good.” He went back for more lube, returning to rim the prize. “Just a sample. Let up on my arm. If it feels good, dig those fingers back into me. Okay?”

  She nodded, rested her forehead against his, closed her eyes, and loosened her grip on his arm.

  “Here we go,” he murmured against her lips. “Relax. Let me in.”

  “I don’t know how,” she said.

  “Yes, you do. Concentrate, Clare.”

  Her shoulders lowered, then slowly, her entire body relaxed. It was now or never. Tony pushed his middle finger past the ring of muscles guarding her inner sanctum. She became a stone statue.

  Tony froze. Every ounce of willpower he possessed went into maintaining the status quo while he waited for her to adjust to the new invasion. Then slowly, one by one, her fingers clamped down on his forearm, and his heart began to beat again.

  Her pussy fit perfectly in his palm. He applied pressure with the heel of his hand and, with as much restraint as he could muster, he moved his middle finger in and out a few times.

  “Perfect. You’re so damned perfect.” He found her clit again and rubbed his thumb over it in tandem with his finger entering her. “Still feeling good?”

  She dug her fingers into his forearm in answer.

  “You need to come, don’t you, babe?”

  A wiggle confirmed the need he sensed building again.

  “Then let’s do this.”

  Making a cradle with his arm bent at her back, his free hand came up to cup her head, pressing her face into his. He drove his thumb into her vagina, plunging his middle finger as deep as he dared into her sweet ass.

  The miracle broke over her in shuddering waves. Tony took her moans into his mouth while her body squeezed his finger and thumb so hard he was glad he still had months before he needed his hand again. He’d trade the rest of his career to feel her doing the same thing to his dick.

  When she quieted, he slipped his fingers from her, gathered more of her juice
s, and with a tender touch, moistened the tissues he’d just abused. “Shh,” he said, soothing her. “This will help so you won’t be sore later on.”

  She allowed him to take care of her, relaxing in his arms, her head once again buried in the crook of his neck. Eventually, her fingers released their grip on his arm. A few minutes later, the soft brush of her breath against his skin told him she slept.

  Tony closed his eyes, absorbing into his consciousness the wonder of her power over him. He’d do anything to make her happy. If she needed an orgasm during a plane trip or to fuck the night away with his teammates, he would see she wasn’t disappointed.

  Call him a crazy fucker, but he was in love with her, and whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, it was his duty to see she got it.

  Too soon, the flight attendant made her way through the front cabin, quietly reminding them they would arrive at their destination soon. Tony kissed Clare awake then, in a reverse Gumby move, went back to his own seat, settling Clare in hers. He watched her hands move beneath the blanket, adjusting and refastening her slacks. As primly as you please, she folded the blankets and stuffed them into the seatback pocket in front of her.

  Tony leaned over and kissed her again. “Just because.”

  The cabin lights came on. Flight attendants worked the aisles, collecting trash and making sure everything was in order for landing. Clare held her hand out palm up, and Tony placed his on top, lacing their fingers together. His heart landed with a harder thump than the wheels on the runway. He’d won a victory bigger than any other. Her trust.

  * * *

  I’ve lost my mind.

  There was no other explanation for why she was freezing her ass off in the dark while Antonio looked for the door key supposedly hidden near the condominium’s front porch.

  “Sorry about that,” Antonio said, reappearing from behind what looked like a giant snowball but apparently was some sort of shrubbery. His black wool jacket was dotted with clumps of white stuff, and even in the dark of the porch alcove, she could tell his lips had taken on the hue of frozen blueberries. “I forgot which window ledge they said it would be on.” He held up a key. “Mission accomplished.”

  “Just get the door open before I freeze.”

  “No problem.” The door opened under his touch, much like her, she mused then they were inside. “Let me find the lights.”

  Antonio slapped at the wall to their right a couple of times, looking for the switch. When he found it and flicked the lights on, Clare gasped. It was cold enough to hang meat, but other than that, the place was fabulous. There was no entryway. They’d stepped right into the main room. There was wood everywhere—walls, floors, furniture. An enormous rock fireplace took up one whole wall. Cozy plaid fabrics draped the windows and covered the man-sized furniture.

  “Heat. We need heat.” Antonio went in search of the thermostat.

  Clare headed for the faux fur throw draped across the back of the sofa. Teeth chattering, she curled into the far corner of the couch and pulled the blanket over her like a tent.

  “Found the thermostat,” he announced and proceeded to bring their luggage in.

  She did her best to ignore the new black duffle delivered to them at the airport. It, and the man who’d delivered it, were tangible proof they were moving forward with her invitation.

  Besides Antonio, she now knew another club member. He’d introduced her to Keith who had been waiting for them at baggage claim. He’d grabbed Antonio in a guy hug, handed him the bag, and turned his attention on her. He looked her up and down, smiling knowingly.

  “This the one?” he’d asked Antonio.

  “Yes. Clare Kincaid, meet Keith O’Brian.”

  “Nice to meet you, Clare,” he’d said, extending his hand.

  Automatically, she’d extended her own. It had only been a handshake, but knowing he knew she would soon be running the bases, perhaps with him, made it more intimate.

  “I look forward to seeing more of you.”

  “Back off, man. She’s mine,” Antonio had butted in. “Thanks for the stuff. I can take it from here.”

  “Okay, okay. I’m out of here. Call me when you’re ready,” Keith had said and left to collect their luggage from the carousel.

  Just thinking about the way Keith had looked at her—like he would be happy to fuck her right then and there, if only she would ask—warmed her insides. Maybe she was being too hard on herself. Keith’s perusal reminded her of the way Antonio looked at her—except when Antonio did it, she was helpless to resist. Keith’s interest was flattering, but she hadn’t been tempted to take him up on the offer.

  “Now, let’s see about a fire.” Antonio’s voice brought her thoughts back to the present. She trusted him to take care of her. He’d said she needed more experience before running the bases, and he was right. The black bag sitting inside the front door was evidence of her naiveté. She had no idea what was inside or why he needed those things to prepare her for the game.

  Huddled beneath the warm throw, she watched him bend to the task, his broad shoulders straining the seams of his coat. With economical movements, he checked the damper, stuffed some tinder between the pre-stacked logs. Capable. He did everything with the same, no room for error, efficiency.

  Using a butane lighter, he coaxed tinder to flame.

  Clare held her breath. He remained where he was, watching to make sure the logs caught. She might be naïve about some things, but she’d come to know Antonio surprisingly well. “Antonio?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Is something wrong?”

  He turned and sat on the raised hearth. “No. Not really.”

  “Then why are you over there instead of under this blanket with me?”

  Bracing his elbows on his knees, he hung his head. “I don’t know. I need a minute to process, I guess. The way Keith was looking at you…I’ve seen guys look at you…the one in the gift shop in the Dallas airport…others. But Keith? That was different. He knows.”

  “Will he be one you choose for my team?”

  “Yeah. We’ve played the game together before, and it worked out for us.”

  A shiver, having nothing to do with being cold, tripped along her spine. Running the bases was no longer a fantasy. It was a reality. And she now knew two of the three men on her team. Soon, she would spend an entire night fucking with both of them.

  “I see.”

  “No, you don’t see. I’m having a hard time with this. I’m going to do it. I mean…I’m going to do my best to prepare you for it, and I’m going to make the arrangements like I said I would. It’s just…I don’t know…. You’re mine, and Keith….”

  “Is your friend,” she finished for him. “I understand.”

  “I trust him. I do. I’ve never shared a woman who meant anything to me. This will be a first.”

  She didn’t know what to say, so she sat quietly, waiting for him to get past whatever was eating at him. The fire had caught, casting a warm glow around him like a halo of flames.

  “If things go as planned, he’s going to come here on Saturday.”

  It took a second for her brain to process what he meant. But when his meaning finally registered, she straightened and clutched the throw tighter to her throat. “To…?”

  “To fuck you. You. Me. Him. A trial run, of sorts. That’s the most difficult part for the women, taking two cocks at the same time. It will be better for you if you’ve done it before, and I thought it would be easier later on if you had already built up some trust with Keith, too.”

  Even though he’d mapped out the plan himself, he struggled with it. Despite her inexperience, the idea melted her insides.

  “You think I’ll be ready by Saturday?”

  “You’ll be ready,” he said, lifting his head to make eye contact with her. Desire blazed hotter than the fire at his back. He stood, removed his overcoat, and tossed it on the nearest chair.

  She fisted her hands in the fabric clutched to her throat.

>   “Here’s how we’re going to do this.” His tone brooked no argument, and she had none anyway. “There’s a big tub in the bathroom. We’re going to get naked and take a nice, long, hot bath together. I’ll start working on your ass then. We’ll start with a small butt plug and work up in size until you’re able to take a large one without too much pain. I’m going to fuck your ass. If you don’t want me to do that, you better say so now, otherwise, it’s a done deal.”

  Good Lord. His brisk, matter-of-fact approach rocked her to her toes, and she had to admit, made her horny as hell.

  “Saturday, Keith will be here. He’s going to fuck your ass, too. If you do well with both of us at the same time, I’ll make the arrangements for you to run the bases as soon as I can get everyone together.”

  She swallowed hard, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t make her out to be an idiot. He looked so damned good standing there, talking about fucking her, she could hardly think at all. She shifted her gaze to the far wall where a pair of vintage skis doubled as artwork.

  “Clare,” he said, his voice deep, and sounding like it had been dragged over broken glass. “Look at me.”

  She shook her head, all her bravado gone.

  “I need you to look at me,” he repeated.

  Heart thumping, she faced him.

  “You’ve been honest with me about what you wanted…make that need, from me, and I admit it has taken a long time to get through to me. I won’t say I completely understand why you want to run the bases, but you do, and I’ve come to accept that.”

  He scrubbed his palms over his face. The gesture of frustration matched the way she felt inside. He’d twisted her up so many ways, she wasn’t sure of anything except that she wanted him.

  “What I need to say is,” he continued, “I’m sorry. I’ve put you through a lot, and I haven’t been honest with you, or with myself. I know how hard it was for you to open up with me back at the house. You spoke from your heart, and I appreciate that.” He paced from one end of the massive hearth to the other.