Five
Savage
Sit back and let me do the work.
Truth is, the two of us haven’t spent nearly enough time together since we got married. Felt like the very next day we had to jump to action, and neither one of us have slowed down since. I’m hoping that even though the season has started, since we’re settled into the penthouse and all the other shit’s taken care of, we can start to enjoy each other, beginning now.
And while I’d love for her to do all the work, it’s not really what I’m feeling right now.
“C’mere.” I tilt her chin up at me, using my palm on her jaw to exert some force.
“But,” she argues, her hands at the waistband of my shorts, her fingers resting over the drawstring.
“Listen to me.” My voice is dark, commanding, letting her know I’m not up for arguments. “Unbutton the jeans, slide the zipper down, pull them and my boxers off my hips. Then, I want you to take off your panties, hike up your dress, and straddle me.”
She opens her mouth, closes it, and then opens it again. My gaze travels her body, up and down, stopping at the hard points of her nipples on my way back up. “Slade, we’re outside.”
“We are,” I confirm, smiling. “But no one else is allowed up here except for us, and as you can see, there aren’t any buildings that would allow others to see us.” I move my arms in a sweeping motion. “Besides you were about to take my cock out and suck it down for anyone who dared watch, but me? I’d rather have that sweet pussy of yours.”
She inhales deeply as she does what I’ve asked, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I hitch my hips up off the chair to give her room to pull them down. Once that’s done, I grab hold of her hand, jerking her toward me.
Our eyes meet, my brown ones to her green ones. With a purpose, I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh until I encounter the covering of her panties. “Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing when you changed into a dress after we got home, Malone. I know watching me on the field gets you hot.”
As I say the words, my fingers quest farther, pushing past the lace, and there they encounter her slick warmth. “Fuck yeah, you can act all prim and proper like you want to, but I know when you watch me play, the only thing you’re thinking about is how you can get this hard cock inside you.”
Finding out that she loves to watch me play is a new thing, learned during Spring Training. I have every intention of making it something that I capitalize on every time she watches me play.
She closes her eyes as my fingers sink in, my thumb pressing against her clit. “Slade,” she breathes quietly, standing up on her tiptoes and then bringing her body down again.
“Yeah? Feel good? Look at me, sweetness.”
Her gaze is unfocused as she opens her eyes. She’s tilting her head as she rocks against my fingers. Unable to take it anymore, I reach down, fisting my hand around my cock, working it up and down. After a few strokes, I let it drop against my stomach, and carefully take my fingers from between her thighs. As she watches, I put those fingers into my mouth, sucking greedily on the taste of her.
“That’s so hot.” She stumbles as she tries to step closer to me.
I take the opportunity to wrap my hands around her thighs and bring her down so that she’s straddling my lap. Now that her lips are within kissing distance, I bring my arms up; push my fingers through her hair, and fucking feast on her mouth. I’ve never known anyone who kisses like Malone. She puts everything she has into it.
Within seconds she’s grinding against my lap, her fingers digging into my hair. Our tongues tangle with each other, our breathing is harsh and heavy; my cock throbs as it seeks out her warm heat. Pulling back, while nipping at her lip, I drop my head onto her chest, kissing the soft skin above her breasts.
“Slade, please,” she begs.
My wife. She always begs. She loves the way I make her feel, the same way I love the way she makes me feel. Nosing the edge of her dress away, I reach up with a finger, trying to yank it lower. When it refuses to budge, I take a side in each hand, and tear with a grunt. The fabric gives way in the middle, leaving her lace covered tits open to my gaze.
“You just tore my dress,” she accuses, slipping her hand under my chin, tilting my head up so that we can look into each other’s eyes. “You tore my dress,” she giggles.
I’m unapologetic. “Hope it wasn’t a favorite, but if it was, I’ll buy you another.”
Pushing the lace cups of her bra down, I take one turgid nipple in my mouth, twirling my tongue around the bud. She looks down at me, and our eyes meet. Arousal flares as I apply suction, and then nip slightly before using the flat of my tongue to soothe the burn. Tilting her head back, she thrusts herself deeper into my mouth. “Fuck, Slade, keep doing that.”
She’ll never have to tell me twice.
Malone
There’s something about watching this man play in a professional baseball game that hits every single button for me. I found this out in Spring Training. I think maybe it’s the way his gaze is laser focused, or maybe the way he looks as he’s running the bases, the way his ass is encased in those baseball pants, or maybe it’s when his strong forearms help him drive a ball over the fence. Either way, watching him play has become the biggest turn on ever. Which means when the game is over, I’m ready to have a little fun with my husband.
My husband.
Those are words I never thought I’d be able to say after our devastating breakup all those years ago. I never thought they would apply to Slade in reference to me. But they do, and they’re my most cherished. There’s nothing I would give or take for them, and lots of people within his circle tell me that there are many forces that will try and break us up. Whoever wants to can try all they want, but as I glimpse the black platinum band on his finger as he cups my tit and then flicks his tongue against it, I’d like to see them try.
He’s become a master at playing my body to his whims, and I’m the world’s best pupil, trying to figure his out too. The only thing is, I wish we had more time to be doing what we’re doing right now. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in the short time we’ve been back together, it’s make the moments count. And that’s most definitely what I plan on doing.
Tilting my hips up, I reach down, angling his cock, and then sink on it until I can feel his pubic hair against my skin. “Son of a bitch, sweetness,” he growls, throwing his head back in the chair. “Warn a man before you take him in like that.”
A smile plays on my lips. “I like surprising you. Love to hear the way you growl, feel the way you grip my hips. I don’t know if you notice it or not, but you’re always hanging onto me when we’re together, and this is my favorite.”
He flexes his fingers, which are wrapped around my hip bones. “I guess maybe you’re right.”
“Always am.” I give him a cheeky answer as I start rocking against his length.
Words aren’t needed as we participate in the push and pull dance that people have been doing since the beginning of time. I bury my head in his neck, breathing in deeply the scent that is Slade. I’d know it anywhere. His big hands wrap around my body, resting on my ass as he helps me move against him.
“You feel so good.” His breath against my hair tickles my ear, so I reach out with my tongue, giving his lobe a lick.
He shivers, so I do it again, this time capturing the lobe in between my teeth. “Mmmm,” he groans as his fingers flex tighter and harder against me. His pace picks up as I begin to nibble from his earlobe, down to his neck, and back up again. With my teeth I bite, with my tongue I soothe, and with my lips I suck.
“Goddamn, sweetness, I feel like I’m surrounded by you,” he grunts as he throws his head back, giving me all kinds of room to work.
He’s got his mouth open, panting slightly as I kiss at his Adam’s Apple, enjoying the scratch of his beard on my forehead. One of his hands moves up, tangling in my hair as his other hand presses down on my ass, forcing my legs to spr
ead wider. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he’s pistoning into me. I can feel his mouth opening as he tries to drag in a breath, can hear the harsh inhale and exhale through his nose as he picks up speed.
“Don’t stop, keep going, bite harder,” he begs, moaning as he keeps thrusting up deep into me. “You’re so good, so good.” His head rolls from one side to another on his shoulders, and then I squeal as he stands up, with me impaled on his length. I hold on tightly as he walks me over to the table, lowers my body, and begins to thrust in earnest.
“Couldn’t get fuckin’ deep enough in the chair.”
His head drops forward, his fingers pull my bra all the way down and his tongue goes to town, along with his lips. One of his hands holds mine above my head, and his other holds my tightened legs around his back, my heels digging into his ass.
“Come for me,” I beg, throwing my head back, knowing more than anything I want him wild against me. “Harder, Savage, harder.”
Calling him Savage is what does it. His hips pound so fast it moves the table as he tries to get deeper. Every time he bottoms out, he’s hitting my clit at the same time he’s biting at my nipples. I know it’s not going to take long. With his almost-there beard, I also know I’m going to have stubble burn there in the morning, but I’ll love it, I always do.
My head tilts back and I start clawing at his fingers as I feel my body tightening around him. “I’m gonna come,” I breathe heavily. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. God!” I scream as I feel my orgasm break.
His grunts and groans aren’t far behind as he continues thrusting, burying his head in my chest, breathing heavily as I feel his warmth inside me, coating my thighs as he pulls from my body.
I’m a shaking, quivering mass of jelly as he holds me in his arms. We’re sticking together in the warmth of the night and in the mess between us. “I can’t feel my legs or hands,” I manage to croak out.
“Shit, sorry.” He shakes his head as he levers his body off of me, and I let my legs fall, moving my hands down to rub feeling back in them.
“No problem.” I give him a soft smile.
“If you could see how you look right now, sweetness.” He leans in, kissing me sweetly, softly, and with none of the heat we had a few minutes ago.
“How is that?”
I’m always interested in seeing the world through his eyes, especially how he sees me. Sometimes I wonder how in the world I was able to get him back, and then I fear that maybe I won’t be able to keep him. But in these moments after we’ve come together in such an elemental way, there’s no doubt in my mind he loves me. No man can look at me the way he looks at me and not love me.
“It’s not even the just been fucked look,” he explains as he leans down, pulling the edges of my dress back together. “It’s knowing I’m the one who messed up your hair like that, the one who ripped your clothes, gave you that whisker burn, put the excitement in your eyes, and on a much filthier note, I know I’m the one who came between your thighs, and I know you can feel it right now. It’s like I marked my territory and I dare any man to come and take it. But it’s also the fact you let me do it to you.”
“I love when you lose control enough to do it. I always love when you lose control,” I assure him as I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him just as softly as he kissed me.
“Good to know.” He taps my hip with his hand, and together the two of us make our way back down to the penthouse.
Six
Malone
“I can’t believe the amount of people who’ve liked my Instagram picture.” I grin over at Slade as he comes out of the bathroom.
Since our little rooftop exercise, I’ve taken a shower and am now tucked into bed, while I waited for him to take his. When I grabbed my phone to check the charity email, I saw something had blown up on IG. Opening the app, there were so many comment notifications, it couldn’t keep up.
“Which picture is that?” he asks as he pulls his towel from around his waist to use it rub the water from his hair.
Immediately my eyes are drawn to his tattoos moving back and forth with the motion of his muscles. His abs flex and tighten along with his biceps and forearms as he scrubs his head vigorously. For just a second, I allow my gaze to travel south and see he’s sporting a slight erection, and after what we did on the rooftop, I can’t believe it.
“Picture of you,” I mumble. “I can’t believe you’re not tired after the day you had.” I nod toward the middle of his body, giving him a smirk.
“Always happens when I’m around you, sweetness. You can bet I walk around with at least a chubby twenty-four-seven.” He gives me a wink as he walks over to the dresser, pulling on a pair of his boxer briefs. I’m not even sure why he wears them; they do nothing to hide how virile he is. And make no mistake about it; Savage Harlow is a very virile man. I sigh when he gets in bed next to me, pulling the sheets and cover up over him.
“Show me this picture.”
Gladly, I snuggle in next to his body when he lifts his arm around my neck. With phone in hand, I use my finger to navigate to the image in question. When he sees it, a deep noise of appreciation rumbles from his chest.
“Right after I hit the homerun and was going back to the dugout. I didn’t see a phone in your hand when I looked up at you.”
“It was Felicity. She sent it to me afterward, said she was pretty sure you’d just impregnated me with the heat of your gaze.”
He chuckles and I love to hear the sound reverberate through his chest. “What did you say to that?”
Children isn’t a conversation we’ve had yet. With the whirlwind of everything else, it’s been the last thing on my mind. “Told her I have at least three more months to figure it out,” she pats her arm where she has an implant.
He buries his head in my neck. “Thank God we have time for something.”
“I know, it’s been the craziest couple of months ever.”
“You’ve done really well though.” He entwines our fingers together, laying them on the sheets between us. “I was worried.”
“Why?” I reach over, grabbing his chin, forcing him to meet my gaze.
“Remember what you said to me before? That I didn’t seem to care about what you wanted, what you thought, or how you’d have to change your life? This has all happened so fast, I really haven’t had a chance to ask how you’re handling it. It’s not because I haven’t wanted to, but because we just haven’t had time.”
“We have time right now.” I open the floor for the discussion if he wants to have it.
“Then tell me, how is this all going for you? We have to communicate with one another; I don’t want to think things are going amazing, and then one day wake up to find you gone because you weren’t happy.”
“Is that a fear you have, Slade?”
It hurts my heart to think he worries about that happening.
“Yeah, whether it’s founded or not, it’s a fear, so please tell me how you’re doing. If there’s something I can do to make the transition easier, I will.”
The blatant honesty in his voice is enough to do me in. “You’ve done everything, and I mean absolutely everything, you could to make this easy on me. I have to admit, it’s weird having a checking account with as much money in it as there is in yours. The Black Amex in my wallet definitely took some getting used to, as well as a brand-new luxury SUV. I’m not sure how I feel about carrying a purse that cost more than my first and last month’s rent on my old apartment, but I’m making do.” I give him a grin. “It’s taking some getting used to, but I’m learning my way around the city, and I’m happy. I love that I get to go to work four days a week. It’s nice to get out of the house, and to have my own bank account with my own money in it too.”
That had been one of the stipulations. Any money I got from my paycheck, he wanted it placed in a separate account, so that I can do what I want with it. At first I had argued, but then I realized he was giving me a safety net, something I desperately ne
ed to be grounded in this whole situation.
“That’s important to me.” He kisses my cheek. “And what about the other wives? I saw you sitting with Felicity and her crew.”
“Yeah, I think I’m more equipped to deal with them than I am the coach’s wife, and the rest of the older wives.” I grimace as I think about politics with them. “I just don’t want to be someone I’m not, and I like being down close to where you are.”
“You align yourself with whomever you want to align yourself with. It won’t hurt my feelings.”
That helps me breathe a sigh of relief. Him being the leader on the team made me wonder if I should be the leader when it came to the wives, and that’s a role I really don’t want. “They added me to their group text, Felicity and her friends,” I add.
He laughs loudly. “I’ve heard about those group texts.”
I give him a look. “I’ve never known women to talk so much. It drained my battery, but they mean well. They’ll be my support system when you go on your first road trip next week.”
He runs his finger down my palm. “At least it’ll only be for four days.”
“That’s a long time,” I argue. “For me, it’s a long time.”
“I’m sure you’ll make the most of it.” He tucks my hair behind my shoulder, resting his cheek against me. “By the time I get back you’ll probably completely know your way around the city and you won’t need me for anything anymore.”
Moving so that we’re facing each other, I pout slightly. “I’m gonna need you for a long time, Slade, and I’m gonna miss the hell outta you.”
He sighs. “This is the part about the job I’m gonna hate.”
“Then that’s why we make the time when you’re here count. I don’t know about you. I’m tired, but not sleepy. Wanna watch something on Netflix?”
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