Bases Loaded (Mustangs Baseball)

by Roz Lee

  But I’ve changed my mind about the invitation. She heard his non-verbal retraction in her mind, prepared for it. What else could he be about to say?

  Antonio stopped pacing and faced her. “I owe you the same honesty.”

  “You don’t—”

  “Yes, I do. Please, just let me say this.”

  “Okay,” she said, cautiously. She’d never seen him so agitated. The nerves of steel he appeared to have on the baseball field seemed to apply to his personal life as well. Up until now.

  “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you walk into Jason’s fundraiser. I was consumed with figuring out how to make you mine. But that wasn’t all I was thinking about. I wanted to be traded to Texas. I asked my agent to approach the Mustangs to see if they would be interested.”

  “What has that got to do with me?”

  “I wanted to get out of New York. I wanted a fresh start. Most of the members of Bases Loaded play for the East Coast teams, and there was a lot of pressure to participate in the…activities, let’s say. I admit I enjoyed being on the teams I was on. I’ve tried hard to convince myself I didn’t, but I did. Maybe I’m a pervert, but it’s fun, especially when the woman makes it all the way.”

  “How often did you play?”

  “That’s something I lied to you about, too. I told you I’d only done it a handful of times, but that isn’t true. I’ve been on more teams than I can count.”

  She sat up straighter. “What happened? Why did you ask for the trade?”

  “It finally hit me one day. I only have so many years left in the league, and all I had to show for it was an apartment in the city and a tattoo on my ass. All the women in my life were either my relatives—who don’t figure into this equation—or women my friends invited to run the bases. I didn’t have anyone I could call my own, and as long as I hung around with the same crowd, I wasn’t likely to meet anyone either. It was time to make a change.”

  “Why Dallas?”

  “I’ve always liked the city. People are friendly, and it’s a big city without being a big city, if you know what I mean. The population may be large, but there’s still a small town atmosphere.” He waved that discussion away. “Anyway, I didn’t expect to find my soul mate, but I did hope I’d find someone who wanted to be with me, not…everyone.”

  “Antonio,” she whispered his name.

  “No, let me finish.”

  She nodded.

  “Then I saw you, and I lost my shit. I mean I knew you were the one.” He curled his fingers, making air quotes around the last two words. “Anyway, I always thought when I found the one, I wouldn’t want the same things I’d wanted for all the years I’d been in the club. I thought I would want her all for myself. Don’t get me wrong. I do want you all for myself. I lay awake at night and think about being with you, but almost from the beginning, I saw you with others. Friends of mine. I tried to get the images out of my head, Clare. I really did, but then you asked me about the tattoo and, God help me, I damn near had a heart attack.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said.

  “Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. I was shocked you knew what it meant, and the part of me that wanted to keep you all to myself stood up and bared its teeth. But the other part of me, the part that had been dreaming of you running the bases? That part tore at my gut. I’ve been battling it out internally ever since. I do love you, and I want you all to myself. But at the same time, I’d give just about anything to see your sweet body taking all of us at once.”

  Her mind raced. What was he saying? He wanted her to run the bases, but he didn’t want her to? Antonio turned around. He grabbed the poker and nudged a few logs until the flames roared.

  He faced her again. “So, I owe you an apology. While you’ve been trying to convince me to invite you to run the bases, I’ve wanted the same thing. Only, I’ve been denying it to you and to myself. If it makes me a pervert, then I guess that’s what I am. Today, when we were at the house and you told me why running the bases meant so much to you, I finally accepted it was what I wanted, too. Part of me still wants you to want me and only me, but there’s another part of me that can’t wait to get you on the field. I’m a fraud, Clare. I don’t deserve a woman like you. But I love you. I can’t imagine my life without you. Can you forgive me?”

  She stood, letting the throw drop to the floor. She skirted the slab of tree that doubled as a coffee table and separated her from the man she loved. He didn’t encourage her, just stood stoic as if he expected her to reject him. But how could she? She understood about wanting to re-invent herself, knew how the desire to do so ate at her.

  Coming to a stop in front of him, she flattened her palms against his chest. “Antonio,” she implored, looking up into his troubled eyes. “Do you really think there is anything to forgive?”

  “I’ve been an idiot. I wanted to change, but one look at you and I knew it wasn’t going to happen.”

  “Do you know what it means to me that you envision me running the bases? It makes me tingle inside. It makes me feel beautiful and desired.” Tears blurred her vision. “That’s all I ever wanted. I love you.”

  She rose to her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. He remained stock-still.

  “I shouldn’t want the things I want with you,” he finally said.

  “I love that you do. You aren’t a pervert, Antonio.”

  “I feel like one. I want you to be my wife, and still I can’t get the images out of my head.”

  “Do you think less of me because I want the same thing?”

  “God, no!” He grabbed her, framing her waist with his palms. “I never thought that. Not for a minute. I’ve always respected the women who played the game, but for whatever reason, I never thought I’d find someone I wanted to invite. It’s hard to explain, but my family is ultra-conservative. My desires, my sexual inclinations, are so far from what I was taught was normal, and for once, I was trying to fit into that mold. Then I met you. You’re beautiful. You’re smart. You’re a college professor, for crying out loud. I started thinking about dragging you into my less than normal world, and I was determined not to do it. I know it doesn’t make any sense. Yes, I wanted you to be different, to be totally innocent of the kind of things I desire, but deep inside I desperately wanted you to accept me for who I am.”

  He tugged, and she folded herself against him, her cheek to his chest. “I was going to use this weekend to convince you to forget about playing the game, but after what you said back at the house…I couldn’t do it. I finally realized you have your reasons, and I understood why you want to do it. You need to do it.”

  “I do, Antonio. It’s as crazy as it sounds, but yes, I need to do it.”

  “I know that now, and I’m going to make sure you get what you need. That’s why I called Keith. He’s a good guy, and he’ll treat you right.”

  “We’re really going to do this, aren’t we?”

  “You bet we are.” His thumbs traced the waistband of her slacks beneath her sweater. “Just as soon as we get you out of these clothes.” His head lowered, his lips hovering above hers. “Are you up for this? I know I am.” He held her tight and pressed his erection into her belly.

  “I want everything you promised. I want you. My body is yours.”

  The thin coat she wore joined his on the chair, and soon she stood before him in nothing more than a blue satin thong. Her nipples were twin points of pain, reacting to both the cold and Antonio’s heated gaze.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” His hands warmed her skin everywhere he explored, and he left not an inch untouched. “I know I keep saying that, but it’s true. Did you see the way Keith looked at you tonight? I thought he was going to fuck you right there on the baggage carousel, and God help me, I probably would have helped him.”

  “I wanted him to,” she admitted.

  He froze. Had she said too much? He lifted his lips from the curve of her breast and straightened, towering over her.

  “Did y
ou?”

  She nodded.

  Antonio smiled. “Damn, woman. Why didn’t you say so? We could have given him a ride in the limo. He’s good in tight spaces, if you get my meaning.”

  She giggled like a schoolgirl. “I know what you mean. But as exciting as it all sounds, you’re right. I’m not ready. I trust you. Consider this winter training for rookies.”

  “There’s only one rookie I’m interested in, and that’s you, babe.”

  He lifted her in his arms and, holding her much like he had on the airplane, he kissed her. Tongues tangled, plunged, and explored until the pressure built between her legs, and she thought she might die if he didn’t fuck her soon.

  “You said something about a bath?”

  “I said a lot of things.”

  “And I want you to do every one of them.”

  * * *

  He didn’t deserve her. She was too damned perfect. There had to be a catch. No one was as perfect as Clare was without some flaw. But running his hands over the curve of her bubble-covered back, staring at her sweet, heart-shaped ass raised and open for him, he couldn’t conceive of a flaw big enough to change the way he felt about her.

  “Tell me if it hurts,” he said, rimming her with his finger first. He’d warmed the lube and smallest butt plug Keith had supplied by dropping them into the bathwater earlier. An added bonus was Clare had the opportunity to examine the toy and get used to the idea of allowing him to insert it.

  After bathing each other, he judged the time had come. The way she opened for him, trusted him to get her through this humbled him.

  He folded a towel on the ledge at the end of the tub. With her head resting on her folded arms, her breasts floated in the bath water. The caress of warm water on them would add to her pleasure. He’d played with her nipples enough that they had to be sensitive.

  “I’m ready, Antonio.”

  He squeezed lube on his finger and spread the warmed gel over the tight rosebud. A little more on his finger and he flattened the palm of his left hand on her left cheek to steady her. His finger slipped effortlessly past her barrier. He felt her tense, saw her body react.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  “Uh huh,” she said with a slight nod of her head. “I’m okay. It feels good. Strange, but good.”

  His cock could hoist a mainsail it was so primed to take over the job. Ignoring his erection was impossible, but he did his best to focus on what was important. Clare.

  “Relax for me.” He stroked over her ass cheek to the small of her back, massaging until her muscles gave way. “A little more now. Just my finger, babe. Nothing to worry about.”

  God, she was tight, but he managed to wiggle his finger a bit, twist it around, move in and out enough to give her pleasure. After a while, she began to move her hips, showing him what felt good.

  “Oh, yeah. You like the way it feels, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Oh, God, Antonio. It feels so good.”

  “Hang onto that thought. This is going to feel good, too.”

  He wasn’t much good with his left hand, but he managed to locate the warmed butt plug and coat it with lube, all with one hand while he continued to pleasure her with the other. She moaned, moving with the slight motion of his finger. The plug was bigger around and longer. She would feel it, that was for sure.

  Withdrawing from her, he immediately pressed the tip of the plug against the slight hole he’d created. She gasped but managed to keep her muscles relaxed. He pushed harder. The plug dilated the ring of muscles, slipping inside easily. Seated, she closed around it, holding it in place.

  Tony saw stars, remembered he needed to keep breathing or he would pass out. He sucked in much needed oxygen, and when his vision cleared, he grabbed the rim of the tub to steady himself. His cock throbbed, and his balls felt like hot coals. The urge to replace the plug with his dick was so strong he was reaching for the rubber toy before he came to his senses. She wasn’t ready for him yet. She would take him in if he insisted, but it wouldn’t be as good for her as it could be if he did this right. And he was damned sure going to do it right, for her. His Clare.

  “How’s that, sweetheart?”

  “Good. Antonio. I’m so horny.”

  “I know, babe.” Her pussy glistened. “Let me take care of that.”

  “Please,” she begged.

  He used his thumbs to part her folds. Her clit peeked out, all pink and plump, and he couldn’t resist. He arched his back to get lower and flicked his tongue over the needy bud. She moaned and pushed her ass toward his face.

  “I’ve got you.” He pressed his face to her pussy and allowed his tongue free rein. She tasted better than any meal he’d ever had, and the added bonus was this dessert was his. He was going to enjoy every minute of watching her take pleasure from his friends, but this part of her was his. He’d fucking kill any man who put his face between her legs.

  She was on the edge. He’d made sure to drag the foreplay out as long as possible, knowing the higher her level of arousal, the easier it would be for her to take the plug and enjoy it. He could sit right here, eating her pussy for the rest of his life, but he’d kept her on edge for a long time, and he couldn’t wait for her to experience her first orgasm with a solid object up her ass.

  Man, was she in for a surprise.

  He speared his tongue inside her, twisted it, sipped her juices. She wiggled her ass, earning her a tiny swat on the rear that stilled her long enough for him to give her one final, long tongue sweep. Then he covered her clit and sucked. His tongue flicked against it a couple of times. She ground her ass against his face, and with a keening wail that echoed off the tiled walls, she came.

  Tony held her ass tight, keeping her cheeks apart so she would feel the maximum impact on the plug, all the while he continued to torment her clit. A fresh wave of her arousal coated his cheeks, and he couldn’t help thinking next time he wouldn’t shave before he ate her. See how she’d like the way his beard felt against her pussy.

  When he’d wrung the last spasm from her, and she’d practically flattened him, falling onto his face, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her trembling body against him.

  “Tell me how it feels right now. Any pain?”

  “No. It makes me feel full, but no pain.”

  “And the orgasm?”

  “Oh, God, Antonio. There are no words.”

  “Good?”

  “The best.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Her body had turned to putty. That first night, Antonio had carried her to bed. He’d made sure the plug was properly seated then spread her legs and filled her with such tender care she’d wept.

  “Soon, that will be Keith’s cock in your ass while I fuck you. Does that make you hot?”

  She tentatively moved against him. “Yes.”

  Already, the tension coiled inside her, and the images his words brought to mind only escalated her need. But, he wouldn’t be rushed. Each stroke was measured and deliberate.

  “Slow, babe. So you get used to the feeling. If it hurts, say Miners, and I’ll stop.”

  She hadn’t needed the code word that night or through the next two days. He had changed the plugs regularly, each increasing in size. With each one, he gave her time to adjust to it then he made love to her slow and gentle.

  She was about to go out of her mind with anticipation. She leaned over the granite-topped kitchen island and watched him grill steaks on the indoor grill. She hadn’t worn a stitch of clothing since he’d undressed her for the bath their first night in the condo. He insisted she would feel less self-conscious playing the game if she got used to being naked, as the game was a no clothes zone from the first inning to the last.

  He seemed perfectly at home wearing nothing at all, and she was perfectly fine watching his tight ass in the kitchen.

  “You doing okay?” he asked.

  “Fine. This is the last one, right?” Sitting down was doable, but not desired.

  She’d had her
doubts when Antonio had brought out the plug she currently wore, certain there was no way it would go inside her. He’d taken her to the kitchen, bent her over the counter, and proven her wrong.

  He turned. The apron he’d donned for safety’s sake tented in the front. “You can stand at the counter and eat dinner. Then I’ll take the plug out, let you rest for a while before I fuck you there. Do you think you’re ready?”

  “You aren’t going to fuck me with the plug in, like we did with the other ones?”

  “No, but I’m going to fill your pussy with a life-sized dildo. Keith will be here tomorrow, remember? You need to feel what it’s like, be certain you can handle it, before then.”

  Moisture leaked down her thighs. “Are you hungry?”

  He smiled. “Babe, you know I am.” He flicked a knob, turning the grill off.

  Watching him cross the room to stand beside her, her heart raced. He tweaked the plug, causing her to gasp.

  “This is about trust. I’m humbled you’ve given me as much as you have, but allowing me to plug you is one thing. I don’t think you understand how much more trust you’ll have to give up to let me fuck your ass. And it will require even more to let my friends have you there.” He pressed against the plug with the heel of his hand, his fingers dipping into her wet folds. “Are you ready?”

  Her knees, already weak from two days of almost non-stop sexual arousal, nearly gave out on her.

  “Whoa, there.” His arms were around her in an instant then she was in his arms being carried to the bedroom.

  “I’m fine.”

  “You almost fainted or something,” he said, laying her gently on the bed, rolling her to her stomach. “Let me see.”

  She buried her face in the covers and relaxed her ass cheeks. He knew that part of her better than she did. He’d certainly seen it more than she ever had. After applying more lube, testing the fit, and assuring himself she wasn’t in any pain, he placed a kiss on her right cheek and pulled the comforter up to her shoulders. “Don’t move.”

  He left her there, horny, and weak with need. He returned a few minutes later, disappeared into the en-suite bathroom. She listened to the sound of running water for what seemed like forever. The next time he appeared in her sight, he had lost the apron. His erection was at full-mast, and he had a washcloth in his hand.