TakeMeattheBallgame

by Cassandra Carr

  Vixen…

  Returning his attention to the game, he jotted a few more notes below the article he’d started about the game. But for the rest of the night, even though he absolutely refused to acknowledge he was keeping watch for her, he kept an eye trained on her movement around the room as she chatted and laughed with other team staffers and media people. He considered hightailing it out of there as soon as the game ended to show her that she didn’t affect him, but he was a weak man. If there was a possibility a repeat of the past two home games happened, his butt wasn’t moving from his chair.

  JT was pretty sure that didn’t say anything good about him. He was equally as sure he didn’t care.

  The game ended and he kept typing. Deadline was in a half hour and he’d get his piece in on time, but barely. He hoped the sports editor, Ryan, wasn’t going to kick his ass for cutting his deadlines so close these days. He’d just hit “send” when a hand snaked around his waist, lightly gripping his balls.

  “Do you need something?” Sydney’s smooth voice gave him all kinds of ideas about how to make it hoarse instead.

  He was afraid to move. Hell, he was afraid to breathe. Still, he managed to answer, “You know it.”

  She pushed his chair until he faced away from the field and he glanced around quickly.

  “No one’s here. But don’t make me wait next time, huh?”

  “Uh, okay.” Immediately she knelt and began to unbuckle his belt. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Wait! Dammit, wait…”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I can’t… I can’t keep taking advantage of you like this.” Even though it wasn’t exactly as if he’d tackled her and forced her to suck his dick, he still felt like an asshole of the lowest order.

  “How is this taking advantage of me?”

  He opened his eyes and looked down at her. She really was fucking gorgeous. What the hell was she doing with the likes of him? “I should at least offer to reciprocate.”

  Sydney laughed. “Is this your way of asking if you can fuck me?”

  “Uh, if that’s what you want. Or I could, I dunno, go down on you or something.”

  Could I be any less cool? Didn’t I used to be good at this?

  “If you wanted to lick my pussy all you had to do was ask.” Sydney spun him again and hopped up on the little table next to his laptop. She spread her legs and grinned. “Ready whenever you are.”

  “You’re something else.” Dropping to his knees in front of her, he reached up under her skirt and found only a skimpy thong. Groaning, he said, “It’s a good thing I didn’t know all this time your little ass was uncovered. I would’ve been walking around with a constant hard-on.” He slid the tiny garment down her legs and shoved it in his pants pocket.

  “No panty lines.”

  “Right. I’m sure that’s why you wear them.” Grasping her hips, he pulled her ass to the edge of the table. “Lean back.”

  She leaned against the glass in the front of the press box and he vaguely wondered what it would look like to someone standing out on the field, but when she hiked her skirt up, exposing her pink, clean-shaven pussy to him, all rational thought flew out of his head. “You shave. I fucking love that.”

  Sydney giggled. “Not hard to make you happy, huh?”

  JT slid his hands up her shapely thighs and used his thumbs to part her pussy lips. She sat obediently and let him look his fill before he leaned in and licked. Sydney gasped and a gush of self-satisfaction tore through him. Maybe an old dog did know some tricks…

  He pushed that tight polo shirt that had been torturing him for weeks up over her small tits, revealing a cute little bra with pink polka dots. As if he didn’t already feel like a sick old fuck for touching her in the first place…

  She must’ve sensed his hesitation, because she grabbed his forearms and brought his hands up to cover her breasts. “I like having them touched.” She paused and a furrow appeared between her brows. “I’m no virgin, JT.”

  “I-I know…”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “I’m more than twice your age. I feel like a sick old man.”

  “Yeah, you’re older than me—so what? We both want this.”

  “Yeah, we do.” A bead of sweat worked its way down the back of his neck.

  “Then let’s not worry about it.”

  He blew out a puff of air through his nose. “Okay.” Deciding to take her advice, he pulled her bra cups down to expose her tits and leaned over, taking one in his mouth. He loved breasts. There was nothing bad about them—they were made for both a woman’s and a man’s pleasure. He took her entire breast into his mouth and pushed it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, sucking hard. Sydney arched her back and grabbed his hair. “Uh-uh,” he admonished her, gently removing her hands and placing them on either side of her, palms down. “Keep them there.” She let out a little whimper and he smiled. It was pretty likely no one had taken the lead during sex with her before. Returning to his task, he swept two fingers through her folds, wetting them with her juices before plunging them into her pussy.

  “JT!” She began to chant his name as he pumped his fingers in and out of her tight pussy and continued to suck on her nipples. “I’m close, oh God…”

  Another rush of satisfaction flowed over him as she began to come. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers and the scent of her arousal wafted up to him, only inflaming his desire more.

  When she started to calm down, he said, “I brought a condom.” He felt kind of stupid asking about every little thing he did, but this was all new territory for him. He wasn’t sure what she wanted or expected from him.

  “Let’s save it.” Tension rolled through his body as she climbed down and knelt in front of him again. “I want to suck you.”

  “Far be it for me to refuse.” She chuckled and undid his button and then the zipper, lowering it so slowly he heard every set of teeth as they released. “Are you trying to kill me?”

  “Just having a little fun. This is fun, right?”

  “Fucking-A yes.”

  “Good.” She pulled his cock out of his briefs and began slow, torturous slides up and down his length. He growled and she sent him a naughty smile before taking him right down to the root.

  “Fuck!”

  She pulled off him and sat back a little, and it was all he could do not to grab her and force her back down on his aching cock. “I thought you were pretty much on board with this by now.”

  “Oh, I’m totally on board.”

  “Then let me do my thing.”

  He gestured to his groin. “Go for it.”

  She wrapped her hand around his shaft and pushed him into her mouth until her lips met her fingers, then pulled back up. Sydney set up a steady rhythm of sucking as he fought to keep his sanity. He’d been jacked-up for so long tonight that he didn’t last long.

  “Mmmmm…”

  He’d never met a woman who seemed to enjoy the taste of cum more than Sydney. Marveling at her, he removed his softening dick from her mouth and buttoned up. “Why are you doing this?” He’d blurted the question before considering the possible ramifications and wanted to knock himself upside the head.

  “Doing what?” She had gained her feet again and put her hands on her hips.

  He motioned between them. “This.”

  I’m such a fucking moron. I should know better than to look a gift blow in the mouth.

  Sydney shrugged. “I like men. I like sex.”

  “And that’s it?”

  “That’s it. Why does it have to be more complicated than that?”

  “It doesn’t.”

  “Okay.” She nodded and he guessed the conversation was closed. “See ya next game.” She swept out the door and he shook his head. He would never understand women…

  Chapter Two

  A few days later the team went away again and JT went with them. They were having a good season and JT didn’t care what reporters said—even if they weren’t
fans, it was still way more fun to write about a team that was firing on all cylinders.

  He came back to Cleveland with a spring in his step, and not only because he was anticipating seeing Sydney far more than he should be. Nonetheless he took a little more care in dressing than usual, choosing black pants and a bright-blue, button-down shirt some date of his a few months ago had said brought out the color in his eyes. He felt like a jerk dressing to try to impress Sydney. She obviously wasn’t repulsed by him, judging from the way she practically dove at his cock every time they were alone, but he couldn’t help the nagging need to make her want him more than she already did.

  When he arrived in the press box later than usual due to his girl-like dithering some of the prime spots were gone, including his favorite spot, which Vince had taken, but he settled into a corner and began to unpack his laptop after shooting a glare Vince’s way that the other man ignored. He’d almost finished setting up when another of the interns, whose name he couldn’t recall, set a laden plate to the side of his computer.

  “Sydney said you might not get a chance to eat and asked me to snag you a plate. Busy day today, huh?” JT was speechless. He opened his mouth to at least say thank you, but no words came out. The girl looked at him with a concerned expression. “Are you feeling all right?”

  “F-fine. Thanks. And tell her thank you too.”

  “Tell her yourself. She’s on her way over here, probably to make sure I did what she asked.” The girl rolled her eyes and JT gave her a smile that must’ve looked more like a grimace, because the girl’s eyebrows drew down even more. “I’ll leave you to work.”

  Pull it together, man. Sydney’s just a woman. A very, very young woman.

  Sydney grinned as she approached. “Rough day at the office?”

  JT sat and tried to look busy getting his document ready for the game story. “No, just running late.”

  “I see Kaylee brought you dinner.”

  “Yes, thanks for thinking of me.”

  “I’m always thinking of you,” Sydney murmured just loud enough for him to catch. He still glanced around the room to see if anyone was watching them or had heard their exchange, and Sydney smirked. “Have fun. I’ll be over with game notes in a bit.”

  “’Kay.” JT turned toward the field with a mixture of relief and disappointment. What the hell had she meant when she’d said she was always thinking about him? Hadn’t she told him she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend?

  The team started strong and JT had to scramble to keep up with all the stats he was going to need to put into his article about the game. The action kept his mind focused on baseball for the most part, and when the seventh-inning stretch came, he was surprised the game was that close to finishing. He’d been typing along, keeping one eye on the game, and then all of a sudden Take Me Out to the Ballgame was blaring over the loudspeakers. He sat back and then decided to get up and stretch his own legs, which had been jammed underneath the desk area in the press box for far too long.

  Raising his arms above his head, he listened to the crowd as they sang along to the famous song. No matter how many times he heard it, he loved it, which was good considering it played in pretty much every ballpark in the country during the seventh-inning stretch. Satisfied, he sat back down and was about to continue typing when Sydney floated by, dropping a sheet of stats beside him. “I loved watching your ass as your pants pulled tight over it while you stretched.”

  He banged the side of his hand on the desk in front of him when he jerked around to gape at her. Sydney smiled and he realized no one would’ve heard her over the roar of the crowd and the music. “Stop that,” he hissed. Sydney just winked and walked away. He rubbed the spot on his hand, hoping it wouldn’t bruise.

  After the game, he waited in the press box, feeling like an idiot but not leaving. Every night he’d been on the road he’d jerked himself off thinking about her pouty pink lips sucking his cock down and her pussy clenching around his fingers. He’d come hard and quickly every time, but still felt dissatisfied.

  Sydney walked in and pulled the zipper of his slacks down, not bothering to loosen his belt or unbutton his pants. His eager cock sprang into her hands and she pumped with one hand over the other on his pulsating shaft. He gasped when she squeezed.

  She looked at him from her place kneeling between his legs. “Is it crazy that I missed your cock?”

  “It missed you,” he managed to rasp out of a bone-dry throat.

  “I can see that. I think it needs a good, hard sucking.”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  Keeping one hand around the base of his shaft, she moved the other around to squeeze his ass as she lowered her mouth onto him. He was almost afraid to move as she set up a strong, fast rhythm on his dick. He took a moment to be thankful he’d jacked off so many times while on the road or he’d be pouring into her mouth right now because of how good it felt. He looked down. Sydney’s eyes were closed and her small mouth was stretched tight around his cock, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her grip on the base of his shaft became tighter and he realized she was trying to hold off his orgasm. Why would she do that? Why would she bother?

  He was about to open his mouth to ask her when the door to the press box opened and Vince entered. JT shot out of his chair, turning to zip up his pants, almost strangling his cock, while Sydney rose and scooted around to stand behind the chair. She was biting her bottom lip, a lip that was currently swollen from being around his dick just a few seconds ago. Luckily his hard-on deflated, but not without pain, and JT winced.

  Vince smirked. “Is this some special service the newspaper set you up with, buddy?”

  “Get the fuck out.” JT laced his voice with menace, but Vince just shrugged.

  “As far as I know this is a public place.”

  “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

  “Nah, I think I’ll stay.” He leaned against the wall. “Don’t mind me.”

  JT turned to Sydney. “Go. I’ll deal with him.”

  Sydney actually looked uncertain for the first time since he’d met her. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. Go.” She slipped out the door and Vince, the slimy asshole, watched as her delectable ass departed.

  “Nice. Can’t blame you for tapping that.”

  “What the fuck do you want?”

  “Now isn’t that an interesting question. What do I want?” Vince pretended to think that one over and JT found himself clenching his fists at his sides. “I think I want your beat.”

  “What?”

  “I want your beat.” Vince spoke slowly and JT’s anger ratcheted up another notch.

  “Why the fuck do you think I’d just hand that over? Besides, you know as well as I do that the paper assigns the coverage, not me.”

  “Yeah, but if you told them you wanted, say, college football, I’m sure they’d be thrilled to have a reporter of your caliber to cover it.”

  “I’m not moving.”

  “Oh, I think you are. Unless, of course, you want me to blow you guys in about your extracurricular activities.” He laughed and JT let out a snarl.

  “You think the paper cares who I’m involved with? We’re both adults.”

  “You willing to stake your career on that assumption?”

  JT laughed, but there was no humor in it. This kid was something else. “It’s not gonna get that far. I’ve been with the paper for over twenty years and won’t get fired for this, but Sydney might be. You really wanna ruin a promising young girl’s career over your own petty jealousy and spite?”

  Vince shrugged. “Maybe I won’t turn you in. Maybe I’ll let her stay around so when you’re gone she can suck my cock.” JT’s fist shot out and Vince flew to the ground, grabbing his nose. “Fucker!”

  JT stood over him. “Get up so I can give you the pounding you deserve, you little pussy.” Vince tried to trip him and JT evaded the man’s leg, damn grateful for the years of boxing he’d done to stay agile and in shape. “Get up!”

 
; Vince staggered to his feet and JT hit him again, this time a hit right to the gut. He folded in half, one arm holding his stomach while the other continued to try to staunch the flow of blood from his nose. He coughed and tried to say something, but when JT advanced again he scurried backward.

  “Leave, you little weasel, before I decide to beat the shit out of you.” He did advance a step then and added, “And if you ever, ever, breathe a word of what you saw here to anybody, I will make you very sorry. That’s a promise you can take to the bank.”

  Vince struggled as he made his way to the door. JT followed and as soon as Vince was partway through, shoved him the rest of the way. Vince landed in a heap on the floor and JT snorted before slamming the door in his face. He swung around and was gathering his stuff to leave when the door opened behind him. “I thought I told you—”

  “Shhh, it’s me,” Sydney replied, and he slowly pivoted to face her. She picked up his hand and kissed his bruised knuckles. With a soft smile, she said, “My hero.”

  JT snorted again. “Hardly.”

  She kissed his knuckles again. “I saw what he looked like when he left. Thank you.”

  JT’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. “Did he say anything to you?”

  “He didn’t see me. I was waiting in an office a few doors down. I wanted to know what happened.”

  “You should’ve left.”

  She frowned. “How could I leave not knowing if you were okay and what he was gonna do?”

  He scrubbed his hands over his face, suddenly exhausted. “I guess so.”

  “Besides,” she continued, tilting her head and giving him a sexy smile that had his cock stirring again, “we didn’t finish.”

  He couldn’t believe he was about to say this, but, “That’s okay. We should probably just go.”

  “Did he scare you off me?” Sydney asked, frowning.

  JT stared at the ground. He wanted to mess around with Sydney, but hearing Vince’s taunt had affected him. Was he being fair to her? She was a great girl who deserved more than this. “No, he didn’t scare me off you. I just think—”

  “What?”