Long Ball: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by Rae Lynn Blaise

  “She’s amazing, how could I not?” I squeeze Megan’s shoulder. “She’s a part of me. I realize I missed everything leading up to now, and I hate that. I want to be here and with her. I want to watch her grow and learn and fall in love with the world around her. I want her to know that she’s got me on her side forever.”

  “I don’t think you know what you’re asking,” Megan says quietly, smiling sadly. “Kids are a lot of work.”

  “Megan, I come from a big family, and a culture that centers around family. Being here, alone, has made me realize how much I miss that. I crave it. Cora is the very best part of me and I want her in my life forever. Of course I like her. I love her.”

  “You barely know her. Us.”

  “I have felt a deep connection with you from the moment we first met. From the moment I spied you from across the fair and snuck up behind so you’d trip over my shoes. I knew you were worth pursing, Megan. I knew you were, still are, worth getting to know. If Cora is even the tiniest bit like you, she’s worth everything to me.”

  Time froze between us. Tears welled in Megan’s eyes and something strong, stronger than I’ve ever felt, tethered between us. I couldn’t hear the animals below, the song Cora was singing about giraffes, taste the earthy air around us. Everything honed in on her beautiful face.

  And then we kissed.

  It was like our first kiss all over again, except bigger and more powerful. I could disappear into her lips forever, forget my name and my life and how to play baseball, if it meant I could feel like this all the time. An explosion of intensity erupted in my brain and sent electrical currents straight to my feet. I was everything and nothing, everywhere and nowhere, completely lost in Megan.

  We’ve kissed before. But nothing had felt quite like this.

  A primal urge welled within me, sharp and pointed. My cock strained against my pants and my fingers dug into her arms and I bit down gently on her lip. She moaned in response, quietly, subtly, but enough for me to curse this high-flying contraption and wish we were somewhere private.

  We haven’t been intimate since the night we made Cora. I haven’t pushed for it or asked for it, because I know how important it is for us to take our time. Megan reminds me of one of the gazelles we passed below—timid, cautious, fearful for her life and her daughter’s life. I don’t want to be the lion who mauls her or the hunter who mounts her on my wall.

  Moving away from the animal metaphor, because I’m not a weirdo into bestiality, I want to be her lover. That takes time. That takes patience. She’s worth waiting for.

  But a surge of white hot desire courses through my veins and all I can see in my mind is our naked bodies entwining, her legs wrapped around my waist, her sumptuous breasts in my mouth, the taste of her sweetness on my tongue. Our night together was so long ago, I’ve forgotten a lot of the details, but they come surging back in crystal clear detail and the urge to relive them is strong.

  A firm grip on my cock, over my jeans, startles me out of these thoughts. Megan’s soft hands knead against my hardness, like she’s suffering from the same desires. My hand, which had been sitting on her knee, slowly skims her soft thighs, towards her creamy center. I move carefully, not wanting to startle her, but she takes my hand with her other and slides it right up to her panties.

  They are damp and I am desperately trying to control myself.

  “Are you sure?” I manage to whisper against her lips, thankful the large bouquet of flowers is blocking our faces, though I’m sure Kate would know exactly what was going on if she turned around in these very open air gondolas.

  “Please,” Megan whispers back, an urgency woven in her voice, and I almost came in that moment.

  When we finally do make love again, I’m going to have to jack off right before hand just so I can keep my shit together. I prided myself on my longevity, but being around this amazing woman has turned me upside down and sideways.

  I nudge over the crotch of her panties and run a finger across her clit. She’s so wet and so hot and shivers as soon as I touch her.

  “When was the last time someone touched you like this?” I whisper in her ear. “When was the last time someone truly pleasured you?”

  She rests her head against mine, eyes closed, and whispers back, “Too long.”

  “I want to make you feel everything. I want to make you feel heaven move, when you’re ready.”

  My fingers methodically stroke her center and her own fingers match my pace. She slips her tongue into my mouth quickly, and whispers, “I’m scared.”

  “I know,” I whisper back, increasing the pressure against her. She moans in my ear. “But I’m not. I have never been more certain of anything in my life.”

  “Certain about what?”

  I nudge her to look at me with my nose and slip two fingers deep inside her. She gasps, eyes fluttering, and I say, “You.”

  Megan’s hands fumble against my waist, presumably trying to unbutton my pants, but I stop her. “That requires a lot more than a skirt. And our daughter is watching.”

  Our daughter. I’d never referred to Cora that way. Megan freezes for a moment and I worry that I’ve said the wrong thing, I’ve pushed too hard, I’ve frightened the gazelle. Then, she squeezes my cock tighter and rocks her hips against my fingers, panting quietly.

  Our gondola starts to sway, just slightly, and I hear Cora say, “Mommy?”

  Megan grabs my hat and slams it down over top of my wrist, squeezing her thighs against my hand so I can’t pull away, but blocking the view.

  “Yes, baby?” She asks, breathless. It’s so sexy. It feels so wrong, but it is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I should feel bad. We’re caught by our five-year-old daughter. We’re getting frisky in public, people below us, people in front of and behind us, but she’s intoxicated me and all I can care about is making this girl come in my hands.

  “Can we ride again?” I catch a glimpse of her bright eyes.

  I fuck Megan with my fingers more intensely than before. She glares at me, though it’s half-hearted, and manages an, “Of course, baby.” before Cora flips around squealing, and Megan gasps through a quiet orgasm.

  We were going to ride this gondola all day.

  8

  I got a glass of cold water in the kitchen for Cora, as she bounces around the house, recanting tales from the zoo and all the animals she wanted to make as pets. I know I’m not the only one relieved to find she neglects talking about seeing my hands up Megan’s skirt, though Kate has sent a few knowing looks our way when Cora wasn’t looking.

  Megan couldn’t get the smile off her face, no matter how guilty she otherwise looked. I didn’t feel any guilt at all. Instead, I couldn’t wait to get Megan between her soft sheets and get properly acquainted with her. The taste of her on my fingers nearly drove me wild and it was all I could think about during the rest of our stint at the zoo.

  When I wasn’t carrying Cora on my shoulders and pointing out otters, anyway. It was a weird juxtaposition, swinging between cock-driving sexual desires and wanting to disappear into the world of a five-year-old girl who was rapidly winning me over. But I like it. A lot.

  “Can Jamie read me a story?” Cora asked, twirling in the middle of the living room. “I like the way he tells stories.”

  Kate cuts through the living room, dressed in short shorts and a tank top, with her make up down and her hair curled. Megan cocks an eyebrow at her. “I didn’t know you had a hot date tonight.”

  She shrugs and tries to look nonchalant, but I recognize the sly grin on her face. “Oh, you know, it just came up.”

  “Edwards.” I hand the glass to Cora, who hasn’t slowed down any, despite bedtime looming. “He usually makes a girl wait. I’m impressed.”

  Kate fluffs her hair. “I guess we’re all going to hit a few balls tonight.”

  Megan gapes and tries to look offended, her bright cheeks flushing red, but they laugh and throw pillows at each other before Kate throws me a wink and skips ou
t the front door.

  “I mean, I could use a little batting practice.” I flash a toothy grin at Megan and come up behind her, running my hands down her sides. She lets me for a moment, before slipping away and pointing to Cora.

  I know we shouldn’t act like this in front of her, but I don’t want to let her go. Instead, I find Cora’s room, an explosion of pink fluffiness, and survey her bookshelf. She’s got at least seventy books crammed in a tiny shelf, stacked on top of each other.

  Cora comes prancing in, looking like a tiny angel in her night gown, and climbs into bed. Megan tucks her in and switches on a lamp on the nightstand.

  “What do you want to hear tonight?” I ask.

  “Pinkalicious!” Cora exclaims, clapping her hands. The girl is always happy, always giggling, and it’s infectious.

  I find a very pink book and look at it, shaking my head. “I’m going to buy you a bunch of books from my childhood. You need a little Venezuela in here.”

  “Where’s that?” Cora asks.

  “Very far away, but it’s very beautiful. That’s my home.”

  “That’s why you say funny words sometimes.” She looks serious, studious almost, and it makes me laugh.

  “Si, mamacita. Those funny words are called Spanish. That’s what we speak in Venezuela.”

  “Can you teach me Spanish, too?”

  “Claro que si. That means of course.”

  We settle around the bed and I read a few short stories about this Pinkalicious girl and her weird adventures with a gold pet unicorn. It’s very fitting for this sparkly little girl, but I’m still going to have my mom dig up my favorite books from when I was a child and send them up this way. It’s time to instill a little familial history into this girl.

  Reading to her is one of the most fulfilling things I’ve ever done. It’s different than being on the bus, surrounded by other people and cameras. This feels intimate and quiet and like something every normal family does every night. I want to do it forever.

  “You’re a natural.” Megan says quietly, shutting the door behind her. Cora dropped off quickly after the book. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised. Cora wouldn’t stop talking about the books you read on the bus.”

  “I like reading her stories.” I wrap an arm around Megan’s waist and, now that we are alone, she lets me. “I like being involved in her life.”

  “I do, too,” Megan says quietly, smiling softly, hesitantly.

  “I know this is a lot for you— “

  “It is.”

  “—but I want you to know I’m here to work on your time table. I want you to be comfortable with me here, with me involved. I know I ambushed you at the zoo, but it was one of my best off days I’ve ever had.”

  Her cheeks pink at the mention of earlier. I grab her by the waist and set her on the kitchen counter, so we’re eye level. I also unabashedly get an eyeful of her tits. I want them naked, but baby steps and all that.

  “I’d do it every off day, if I could.”

  Megan laughs and rests her arms on my shoulders as I run my hands up her back. We’re close, comfortable, familiar. “You’d get tired of the zoo very quickly.”

  “Not if we can keep riding the Skyfari.” My voice turns dangerous and I place a kiss on her collarbone. “Besides, there are other museums and parks and movies.”

  “It’s a lot to ask.”

  “You’re worth it.” I say firmly. My hands are back on her thighs and inch inward. “No more saying you aren’t. This is what I want.”

  “You’ve barely been around us.” Her breath hitches a little as my fingers trespass against her creamy smooth skin. “You could get bored of us so easily.”

  “I’m not those other assholes.” I stop my hands and look deep in her eyes. “I’m Cora’s father. I’m crazy about you. Megan, I’m not going anywhere.”

  “You might.”

  I grasp her tender thighs and growl against her ear. “I’m not.”

  She stares at me, into me. “Prove it.”

  My breath catches and I knead into her skin. “You know what you’re asking.”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “Megan, tell me this is what you want.”

  She steadies herself and then presses her whole body into me, so we are seamless. “Jamie Bonilla, I want you to take me to my bedroom and make love to me.”

  Girls telling me what they want is a weakness. Listening to them take charge, tell me what they like, whisper how desperately they want me, turns me on like nothing else. More than looking at naked flesh. More than feeling their hands on my cock. One of my favorite phrases, of all time, is, “I want you to fuck me.”

  But she didn’t say those words. She said she wanted me to make love to her. It is the most powerful thing that’s ever been said to me.

  I sweep her off the counter and carry her to her room, her legs wrapped around my waist, our lips never parting. We bump into walls and couches on our way, but nothing stops my legs from moving or my lips from kissing. I don’t bother with the light switch and feel my way to her bed in the middle of the room. Her home is small, modest, but it suits her and is perfect. This bed, smaller than mine, is perfect.

  I set her down and she immediately goes for my belt, but I still her hands. “I want to do this.”

  She gives me a flirty, sexy smile illuminated in the lamplight outside her window. “Are you going to strip for me?”

  “The first time we made love, it was dark and in the back of my truck. I could barely see you even though I felt all of you. I want you to see all of me. I want to see all of you. I want to touch all of you.”

  She turns wicked. “You just want me to see your cock.”

  That dirty word out of that perfect mouth makes my already aching cock leap. “That may have something to do with it.”

  Megan scoots up the bed and turns on a small lap, throwing soft light around the room. She settles into the pillows and looks sultry. “Strip for me.”

  I obey, because I love to be told what to do almost as much as I love issuing the commands. First comes my belt, tossed into a corner. Next, my shoes. I take my time unbuttoning my pants, gently thrusting out my hips so she can see the outline of my erection. She licks her lips when I run my hands over it.

  To be funny, I throw my pants at her and hump her dresser. She laughs but it’s overdone, and I see her large eyes train to my waist. Instead of giving her what she wants, I take off my shirt and undershirt, and then my socks. I’m standing in nothing but my boxers, running my hands down my hard-earned abs.

  “Is this sufficient?” I tease.

  Megan bites her lip and shakes her head. I thumb my waistband and arch an eyebrow at her. She nods hungrily. So, I turn around and slip them off, letting her see my ass first.

  “Tease,” she murmurs.

  For some reason, I’m nervous. What if she doesn’t like what she sees? I know I’m sizable, something girls have long gushed over, but what if it isn’t good enough for her? What if I’m not good enough for her?

  I cast a glance at her over my shoulder, and she’s begun rubbing her hands over her beautiful, clothed breasts, like she can’t wait for me to touch her. Like she’s so twisted in wanting me she can barely contain herself.

  Like she wants me as much as I want her.

  “Does this mean you’ll strip for me?” I ask, giving my cock a few strokes to make it look more impressive, not that, at this point, it really needs it.

  “Um.” She’s suddenly shy.

  “Will you let me undress you?”

  Her hands still, and she takes a deep breath before finally saying, “If you are gentle.”

  I turn around, proudly showing off my massive erection. Her jaw drops, her eyes widen, and she gasps. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

  Is that drool I see in the corner of her mouth? God, I hope so.

  She very softly whispers, “Can I touch you?”

  “As much as you w
ant.”

  She crawls over to me, looking incredibly sexy, and hesitates before laying both hands on my chest. It’s like we’re both holding our breaths, willing to take the dive into this together, but worried at what may come out on the other side.

  Except I know what’s waiting—happiness. And several body rockin’ orgasms. If I’m really good, she won’t be able to walk properly for a few days. Goals.

  She runs her soft hands down my chest, across my abs, achingly slow. She watches their movement carefully, lips pursed. I stand completely still, even though all I want to do is tie my hands in her hair and fuck her until next week.

  Slow. Soft. Baby steps.

  Her hands finally find my cock and I can’t hold in the gasp of delight. The last person to grab me like this was Shelbie, and I couldn’t go through with it. Before that, I’d tried my hand at abstinence, so it has been a while since feminine hands touched me so intimately. I wish she could do this forever. She’s gentle but firm, and she begins to jack me off slowly, like she’s getting a feel for how I work.

  “You feel amazing,” I whisper.

  “You’re bigger than I remember,” she whispers back. We laugh and she drops her hands and looks back up at me. “Touch me.”

  I grab her and press her to my nakedness, kissing her soft but with a ferocity I can’t contain. I pull her shirt over her head and yank down her skirt until she’s wearing nothing but a lacy bra and mismatched panties. I can smell her intoxicating sex.

  I wish I could say I am gentle in removing her clothing, but I’m not. I peel off her bra and stare for a few moments at her mesmerizing breasts, thumbing her nipples and enjoying the feel of her skin on mine, but then I lay her down, rip off her panties, and spread her legs wide, surveying her from above, my hand on my cock.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say huskily. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  And then I dive for her sweet pussy, taking her all in at once. Her legs wrap around my shoulders and hips rock against my chin.

  “Play with your tits,” I order. The gorgeous girl does. I watch her across her smooth stomach and I lick and bite and nipple on her delicious sweetness. Her body writhes against me and her sweet moans fill the air.