Take Me at the Ballgame
Cassandra Carr
Sports writer JT Lovejoy has a chance that’s too good for a middle-aged, divorced guy to pass up—bedding a hot young intern. Of course, there might never be a bed involved, since all the steamy action goes down in the press box. Not that JT’s complaining. How can he, when a beautiful woman offers herself with no commitment? If he’s smart, he won’t question his luck. And JT is a smart man.
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Take Me at the Ballgame
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Take Me at the Ballgame Copyright © 2012 Cassandra Carr
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Electronic book publication January 2012
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Take Me at the Ballgame
Cassandra Carr
Dedication
To my beta reader for this story. You know who you are.
Chapter One
JT Lovejoy looked out over the baseball field, still lit from the game tonight, with its crosscut grass and cleat marks forged in the dirt around the bases. The home team he covered for the local newspaper had just squeaked out an 11th-inning win and he’d been lucky to make his deadline—working so late he was now alone in the press box. His fingers were cramped and he could use a beer.
Too bad they don’t let us drink in the press box. Would make for some interesting stories for the paper.
JT was about to pack up his computer when he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see the team’s public relations intern, Sydney, standing just inside the door. His cock began to harden as he took in the tight team polo shirt stretched across tits he’d dreamed about more than once and a flippy little black skirt that made him wish for one of those under-the-skirt cameras so he could see what was hidden underneath. She tucked a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear and smiled. It was anything but innocent.
“Hi, JT. I saw the lights on but wasn’t sure anyone was up here.”
Sure you weren’t, honey.
They’d been flirting for weeks now and JT decided then and there to do something about it. “Yep, still here. Just turned in my assignment.”
“You, um, got everything you need?”
He raised an eyebrow.
What an opening…
“As a matter of fact, no.”
“Oh? Can I get you something else? Wait, you sent in your story already, though, right? You must have.”
“My story isn’t what I was talking about…”
What I need is you. Your tits, your pussy…
Sydney’s brow furrowed. Was she really this obtuse? JT would bet not. “Another feature?”
“Sort of.” He motioned her closer. “Come here and I’ll tell you.”
Her gaze darted to the closed door just behind her. “All right.”
She approached and he gripped the arms of the chair to keep himself from reaching for her. Sydney sat in one of the adjacent chairs and leaned forward a little, almost as if she were offering herself to him.
Hopefully she will before long.
He took a deep breath and went for it, staring out the window at the now darkened field.
“You’re what I need.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. Under me, on top of me, hell, side by side is fine…” He checked to see if she looked repulsed or about to slap him, but all she did was lick her lips. Images of those lips tightened around his cock flooded his sex-deprived mind.
“That’s pretty forward.”
“I’m a forward kinda guy,” he lied and held his breath.
Her eyes darted down to his lap and when she looked back up he could see the heat in them. “Well, we can’t have you needing something and not getting it, now, can we?”
JT tried to speak but a sound that could barely be classified as a croak was all he could force out as she slid off the chair and fell to her knees.
“Christ—seriously?” He wanted to clock himself over the head for being such a fucking idiot—he didn’t even know what she planned to do.
She gave him a little smile and reached for his belt. He was getting a clue pretty quickly. Again he forgot to breathe as she unbuckled the belt. His cock was trying to make a break for it, and she rubbed the back of her knuckles over his erection before reaching for the button and zipper and pulling his pants and briefs down to his upper thighs. His throbbing dick pretty much fell into her hand and she squeezed him briefly before closing her fingers over his cock head.
Looking up at him, her face split into an impish grin as she asked, “What do you want?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Before answering, she ran her little pink tongue up the side of his shaft. The sensation arrowed right down to his balls. “No. I want you to tell me what you want.”
Closing his eyes, he went for it. “Suck it.” She said nothing, did nothing. He was afraid he was gonna bust a vein soon. Forcing himself to pry one eye open, he peered down at her. As soon as he did, she sucked him into her warm, wet mouth. “Fuck!”
She hummed and he wondered how soon he was going to make a fool of himself. No one but him had touched his dick in months and having this gorgeous, young thing sucking him off was fucking fantastic. He concentrated on breathing and tried to think of something, anything to keep his balls from exploding.
Sydney swallowed more of him and he swore viciously. Pulling off, she smiled up at him. “I take it you approve?”
“God, yes, you’re incredible,” he answered, groaning when she took him inside again. JT was forced to recite stats in his head to avoid coming too soon. He didn’t want this incredible thing to end.
He looked down again and saw Sydney’s hair falling over his thighs, tickling the sensitive skin. Her eyes were closed as she suckled him. Then her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder and he fought the instinctive urge to grab the back of her head to force her farther onto his cock. JT still couldn’t believe what was happening—this girl couldn’t be more than twenty-one or twenty-two and yet here she was, on her knees, blowing a forty-six-year-old divorced dude.
When their flirtation had started, it had never been his intent
ion for it to actually go anywhere—he just liked the flirtatious banter. She had a quick wit and was easy on the eyes. What wasn’t to like about that? But now that she was here, giving him a killer hummer she appeared to be enjoying immensely, who was he to question things?
Try as he might, he couldn’t hold off the orgasm currently working its way down his spine, through his balls and up through his cock. He knew he should warn her before coming in her mouth, but then it was all happening and she just kept her lips tight around his shaft, milking every drop of cum he had, before leaning back and licking her lips as if she’d just eaten the most erotic popsicle ever.
JT leaned his head on the back of the chair. He hadn’t come that hard in a long time. Jesus, he couldn’t remember when the last time had been, and he was seeing stars. “Holy shit.”
“I love the taste of your cum,” Sydney purred, and he opened his eyes to stare at her. She swept a thumb over the corner of her lip before inserting the digit into her mouth and he nearly lost it again. Most women, if they deigned to swallow at all, complained about the taste of semen, and he’d always wanted to point out their pussy juice wasn’t delicious either, but figured discretion was the better part of valor.
“Um, thank you…” What are you supposed to say when a girl has just extolled the virtues of your cum?
“Mmmm, glad I was able to provide you with assistance.” Sydney tucked him back into his khakis and zipped him up. He fumbled with his belt as she stood and smoothed down her skirt.
“Do you want me to—” He motioned toward her, still so unable to believe this was happening his normally eloquent words escaped him.
Sydney shrugged. “No need.”
“Are you sure? I mean, if you’re worried about whether or not I can make you come…”
“It’s not that, I promise. But seriously, don’t worry about it. I had fun.” With that parting comment, she walked out of the press box, leaving JT staring after her, his mouth opening and closing like some demented fish. After a couple of minutes, he jammed his laptop into his backpack and headed out to the empty parking lot.
* * * * *
It wasn’t until most of the way through the next home game that JT even caught a glimpse of Sydney, despite the bordering-on-pathetic vigil he was keeping to get his fill of gazing at her young, shapely body. When she smiled at him, his dick jumped every damn time and he had to keep pushing farther underneath the desk to hide his woody. She smirked as if she knew exactly what effect she was having on him, and hell, maybe she did.
He’d just finished filing his story when he heard her say good night to the guy from the small sports-focused monthly. It seemed they were alone again, but it wasn’t until she leaned over his shoulder and squeezed his already erect cock through his pants that he dared to dream there’d be a repeat of the events of the other night.
Sydney turned his chair herself and had his dick down her throat before he could even think, and a long, low groan worked its way out of his chest. He really hadn’t gone into tonight thinking this would happen again—he figured he’d see Sydney and she’d pretend nothing had gone on, but now that it was happening, goddamn if he was going to stop her from giving his cock another good suck.
Her hair was in low pigtails tonight and he vaguely wondered if she’d done that on purpose to play into a schoolgirl fantasy. Her team polo shirt and long, black shorts weren’t risqué or indecent, but he still found himself mentally undressing her as she went to town on his dick. He wondered what her tits would look like—would they be as high and firm as they looked? Dark-brown or light-pink nipples? Did she like to have them pinched or sucked? He almost asked her, but the sound died in his throat as she took him deep and he felt his cock head bump against the soft palate in the back of her mouth.
She was practically wagging her ass as she sucked him and he wondered if he should try to fuck her tonight. Just for shits and giggles he’d thrown a couple of condoms in his computer bag and now he was grateful he had. If she let him fuck her and he didn’t have a condom he might be willing to rob a convenience store to get one.
For right now he was planning to let her do whatever she wanted to his dick—it felt too fucking good to stop her. She licked and nibbled and sucked her way up one side of his shaft and down the other. He’d had no idea his cock was a damn playground.
“I love making you crazy,” she told him before taking one of his balls into her mouth and tugging gently. He almost came off the chair, but managed to remain seated through sheer force of will.
“Shit! Warn a guy!”
“Sorry,” she mumbled as she moved to the other ball. She began jacking his dick while she played tongue pool with his aching sac. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed on to those pigtails, forcing her back on his cock.
“Suck it.”
With a little smile, she sank down onto his shaft again and he let out a shaky breath. Sydney would be the death of him, but what a way to go.
This time he lasted a little longer and managed to strangle out a warning before shooting his load into her willing mouth. She actually slurped as she struggled to swallow all he gave her, and he forced himself to loosen his hands on her hair, moving them to the arms of the chair. “That was…I have no words.” He almost added “baby” at the end, but wasn’t sure how she would react to the endearment. He barked out a laugh as he considered how odd it was he was worried about that when he’d just shot down her throat.
“What?” She leaned back on her heels and smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Nothing.” A blush bloomed and he felt about seventeen. He laughed again as he remembered she wasn’t that far from a teenager herself. What the fuck was he doing with her? He knew the answer to that question, though—getting damn good head.
“It’s not nothing. Tell me.” She pouted and he had a sudden urge to kiss her, to take her swollen bottom lip between his teeth and tug. But their relationship didn’t seem to be about kissing and cuddling.
“Seriously, not a big deal. It just occurred to me that we’ve done this twice now and I still don’t know your last name.” The lie rolled off his tongue smooth as silk.
“It’s Wilson.”
“Sydney Wilson. I like it.”
She rose to her feet gracefully. “Glad you approve.”
He glanced down at himself once she was on her feet. His now soft dick was resting on his belly and he hurried to right his clothing. Most likely no one was around, but it certainly wouldn’t be cool if someone came in to find the mouse out of the house.
Sydney turned toward the door. “See ya next game.”
“Wait!” He leapt out of his chair and almost took a header since his pants were still around his ankles. Stumbling, he grabbed on to the table next to him. She stopped and turned, her eyebrows raised.
Fucking-A. What are you supposed to say in a situation like this? Thanks?
“Um, drive safe.”
“I will.” She flashed him a brilliant smile and darted out the door.
He collapsed back into the chair. “Real smooth, JT. Real smooth. Jesus, why am I talking to myself?” Shaking his head, he packed up his stuff and went home, where he enjoyed a deep, dreamless sleep.
* * * * *
The team went on a road trip and JT, as usual, went with them. Sydney didn’t travel with the team since she wasn’t a permanent employee, but he still found himself looking for her in the away press boxes and hoping she’d turn up one day. Then he scolded himself for his idiocy. He didn’t even want a relationship with her—what did they have in common besides an apparent mutual love of sucking cock and getting cock sucked?
When they finally returned to town eight days later and he walked into the home press box again, he immediately looked for Sydney. But when he saw her, she just smiled at him like she had before anything happened, handed him the game notes and went on to the next reporter, smiling at him too. For some reason, that irked him. Obviously he had no claim on her, but it
still rankled that she treated him just like everybody else.
He saw one of the other reporters for the paper, a young, ambitious guy named Vince, whom he wasn’t a big fan of, hanging out in the press box during the game. Vince didn’t seem to be writing a column, as he had no notepad or laptop in front of him, and JT frowned. The baseball team was JT’s beat—what was this jerkoff doing here?
He didn’t have time to mull it over, though, as he got sucked into the action as the home team struggled to maintain their lead. He’d recently done a feature piece on one of their rookie pitchers and from the looks of the bullpen, he was coming in to relieve the starter. JT sat forward in anticipation. Even as a jaded sports reporter, he still loved the game.
The pitcher, Bryce, sauntered out of the bullpen to the strains of Wild Thing, and he had to appreciate the sense of humor of the PA announcing staff. He didn’t have the control problems the famed Charlie Sheen character in Major League did, but the rest of it? Spot on, right down to the odd haircut, which the kid had told JT he’d gotten in honor of the character, his favorite one in a movie. JT shook his head, chuckling. If management could tame this kid’s partying, he’d be a force in the majors in a year or two.
“He’s something, isn’t he?” a voice whispered in his ear. He jumped about a foot, banging his knee on the desk in front of him. He swiveled in his chair and saw Sydney regarding him with an impish smile.
“You scared the hell outta me!”
“Skittish much?”
“Concentrating on the game.”
“Ah.” Her smile said she didn’t believe him.
“I am working here,” he felt compelled to point out.
“So I see.” She grinned and flounced away. He could swear she was putting extra little swishes of the hip into her walk and couldn’t help but think they were for his benefit.
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