by Lucia Jordan
The color of the dress made her already brilliant blue eyes stand out just a little more. He liked the fact that she wasn’t one of those women who wore a ton of make-up. She didn’t need it and he was glad that she hadn’t put on much tonight. Her golden hair fell in shiny waves over her shoulder and he smiled.
“You wore your hair down?”
She blushed and looked down. “You like it down, right?”
Warmth spread through his chest. She did something for him because she knew he liked it. It didn’t matter that it was close to one hundred degrees outside. She was wearing her hair down because of him. What was this woman doing to him?
“Should we go now?” she asked anxiously.
“Oh, right. It’s probably a good idea. Because if we go any further inside your apartment, we most definitely will not make it to our meeting,” he said in a low, gravelly voice.
Lacey shivered with delight. “That’s okay with me,” she said as she took a step closer and pressed her hand onto his chest.
Leaning down, Trevor pressed his forehead against hers. “Woman, don’t tempt the devil,” he growled.
She looked up at him, a saucy smile tilting her lips. Very slowly, she allowed her hand to travel down his chest and across his stomach. She felt his muscles flex beneath her fingers. The entire time, she held his gaze. Her hand slipped lower until she was cupping the bulge in his pants.
“What’s this?” she purred as she stood on her tiptoes and teased his bottom lip with her tongue. Normally she wasn’t so bold, but there was just something about Trevor that put her at ease. She stroked his hardness through his pants, pulling out a long and low hiss from his lips. She could feel moisture gathering between her legs and beginning to drip down her thighs. She suddenly regretted not wearing any panties.
“Fuck it,” he growled. He moved so quickly, Lacey squeaked when his arms snaked around her waist and lifted her from the floor. He walked into her apartment and kicked the door closed behind them. Then, spinning them around, he slammed her against the closed door so hard her teeth clacked together. It didn’t faze her though.
His mouth slammed down over hers, prying her lips apart with his tongue. As his mouth worked against hers, his hard thigh pushed between her legs forcefully.
He pulled back and looked down at her with lust filled eyes. “You, my dear sweet girl, will pay dearly for that.” Leaning down, he nipped her neck with his teeth and skimmed his tongue up to nibbled on her earlobe.
“Am I?” she gasped.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard and fast right here against this door, you won’t know what hit you. And after you come…” He slid his hands beneath the front of her dress and pushed two fingers into her dripping hole. “I’m going to turn you around and fuck you all over again.”
Lacey could barely register what was happening as his fingers pumped quickly in and out of her. She was already close to coming. Her body was trembling violently. Trevor pulled her dress up above her hips, raking his nails along her skin.
“That pussy is already so wet for me,” he growled.
Lacey’s nipples strained and pushed against the fabric of her dress. She knew they would get no relief though because of how the dress was made. It was either rip the dress or take the time to take it off. Neither option was that appealing to her.
Trevor circled his thumb against her clit as he stretched her with his fingers. She cried out as he tortured her. Vaguely she could hear the rustling sound of fabric followed by the rasp of a zipper, but she couldn’t be sure.
Clutching her by the knee, Trevor hitched her right leg around his hip and dove into her with one fierce thrust, grunting loudly as he seated himself completely inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she screamed. There was a good likelihood that the cops would be called for either a domestic crime or disrupting the peace. She couldn’t find it in her mind to care. The only thing she could focus on was the powerful thrusting and slamming of Trevor’s hips against hers. With each hammering thrust, her back lifted and slammed against the door.
“You’re so tight. Fuck baby,” he grunted. In and out…in and out he slid as he braced his hand on the door beside her head and clutched her thigh in his bruising grip. A smile tilted on his lips as his open palm landed on the curve of her ass.
Her eyes snapped open at the sudden intrusion of pain, but to her surprise the pain pushed her closer to her release. Her eyes rolled and her head fell back.
“So you like it a little rough huh?” he asked as he repeated the movement. The loud smack echoed through her apartment.
“Trevor…oh fuck, Trevor…I’m going to come…shiiiiiiit,” she panted. Harder and harder he thrust as his hand came down harder and harder against her ass. She was certain she would have a hard time sitting, but she didn’t care.
Her back arched from the door violently. With his hands around her waist, he lifted her from the floor and secured both legs around his back. She locked her ankles and tightened her muscles around his throbbing cock as he dove into her from this new angle. With each upward thrust he pushed against her g-spot.
“That’s right… Oh…right there. Uh huh…uh huh. I’m coming, shit I’m…coming,” she screamed as her body took over. Her thighs tightened around Trevor as her inner walls squeezed him.
“Oh shit, baby,” he grunted as he tried not to let go just yet. He was having a hard time focusing on her when her pussy walls were coaxing him forward. No he couldn’t come yet.
Before she completely came down from her high, he pulled out of her and spun her around, pressing her cheek into the door. Lifting her leg, he placed her heel-clad foot on the top of the entryway table, opening her. Headless of messing her hair up, he knotted his fingers through the mass and pressed her head down.
“I was going to take time and make love to you tonight. Long, sweet, slow love,” he growled as he teased the entrance to her dripping wet pussy with the tip of his cock. “But you, being the little cock tease that you are, changed my plans.”
“Who said I wanted it slow or sweet?” she tossed back over her shoulder.
He chuckled and grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks wide enough to see the tiny little star. He slid down the length of her body and pressed his hand to the center of her back. “Mmm,” he growled as he fell to his knees and buried his face in her pussy. As his tongue flicked out and licked away the evidence of her orgasm, she tried to buck and push away from the door.
“Be still,” he growled as he sank his teeth firmly into the ass cheek that wasn’t red from his spanking. She squealed but stood still. His tongue slithered from her throbbing hole and circled around the tiny star of her ass. She shivered. It was the first time she’d ever allowed anyone to get that close to her. It was very personal and, while she thought she would hate it, she was rapidly discovering how much she loved it.
“Mmmm,” he mumbled as he flicked his tongue in her slit one more time before slowly climbing to his feet. “What do you want, baby?”
“You …” she whimpered. Even though she’d already come, her body was still aching and needing more. She had to have more.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” he coaxed as he massaged her ass until her legs trembled.
“You. Please…I need you inside me,” she whimpered.
There wasn’t another response as he entered her and began with fast maddening strokes. This angle was something completely different, and Lacey could feel every ridge and vein in his cock as it rubbed against the most sensitive spot in her body. She was losing control again. The arms of her orgasm were reaching down once more and were about to lift her high.
“You going to come for me again, baby?”
Words that were garbled and mashed together slipped from her lips. Trevor’s hand landed against her ass.
“Come for me.”
Thwack.
“Come on baby.”
Smack.
“Come.”
His body was trembling as he clamped down hi
s control. He wanted to come with her this time, but if she didn’t come soon that was not going to happen. Reaching around in front of her, he began to stroke her clit. That did the trick because she threw her head back and screamed loudly. Her pussy convulsed and squeezed his dick, pulling his release from him violently.
He bit down on her shoulder as he slammed into her one last time. Remembering that bite marks would be visible, he pulled his mouth away and roared out his release.
After their bodies stopped shuddering and throbbing, Trevor slipped from inside Lacey’s warmth.
She turned around and looked at him with a sleepy smile. “Do we have to go?” she asked as she looked at him through hooded eyes.
He leaned forward and gave her a sweet kiss. “Yes, but I think we need to clean up first,” he said with a chuckle.
Her eyes opened wide and she couldn’t hide the laughter that bubble from her lips when she saw how his stubbly face was smeared with her red lipstick. She could only imagine what she looked like.
She quickly hurried into the bathroom and cleaned the evidence of their love making from between her thighs. Then, after looking into the mirror, she exploded with another round of laughter.
Her lipstick was speared across her face and the pins that were holding her hair in place had been pushed up, rearranging her hair into a comical coiffure on top of her head. Her cheeks glowed with the after-effects of their lovemaking.
“How much time do we have?” she called from the bathroom.
“We have about twenty minutes before we have to be at the restaurant.”
“You might want to let him know we’re going to be late,” she called as she set to the task of fixing and pulling herself back together. She hated being late, but she would do it all over again if it meant she would get to experience that again.
***
As it happened, they were only ten minutes late, and, as it happened, the manager was running a few minutes late himself. They both arrived around the same time.
“George, this is Lacey Carson. She’s the one we’ve been talking about,” Trevor said as he helped Lacey into a chair. The restaurant was crowded but they were secured at the far back, assuring them the privacy they required.
Lacey extended her hand and the man took it in a firm shake. He was tall and imposing. She had him pegged at six foot six, at the very least. While he showed signs of age around his eyes, he was fairly attractive. His eyes were deep brown, warm and inviting. His head was shaved bald but he had a black mustache and a goatee that was sprinkled with just enough silver to be attractive. He wore a silver suit with a black shirt and silver tie. Over all, she was already impressed with him.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” George said as he shook her hand.
“Finally?” she asked as she looked back to Trevor.
George nodded as he and Trevor both took their seats. He took a sip of his water. “Yes, Trevor has been speaking highly of you since the first day you guys met.”
She looked at Trevor for an explanation but the only one she got was a sheepish smile.
“So I had to fly out here to see what all the fuss was about.”
Lackey’s eyes grew wide. “You flew out here just to see me?”
George nodded.
“But I thought Trevor had papers to sign and that you were coming out here anyway.”
Trevor and George both chuckled, causing Lacey to frown as if she’d missed the joke. It was Trevor who offered the explanation. “My papers have been sorted out and signed for months now. I needed you to meet George officially though.”
“Officially? Officially for what?”
The waitress chose that moment to come and take their order. Lacey wanted to snap at the woman and tell her to go away, but she bit her tongue. The process seemed to take forever. She ordered an apple martini and the men ordered imported beer. When the waitress was finally gone Lacey turned her attention back to the men.
“You were saying?” she said sweetly.
“Oh right. Well, Trevor tells me that you are both a physical therapist and massage therapist. Is that right?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir. I hold certificates in both fields.”
“Do you have much experience with athletes? Aside from this knuckle head?”
She lifted a shoulder. “I’ve worked with a few minor league players and a couple of football players. Honestly the human body is made the same way. Most injuries that happen in one sport happen in the rest of them. It’s all about how the injury is handled as well as the recovery.”
“Trevor’s recovery has been very impressive.”
She blushed. “It’s not because of me, sir. Sure, I helped, but he’s mostly been under the care of Amar up in Jacksonville.”
“This Amar is good, right?”
She nodded. The waitress returned with their drinks. She took a sip to sooth the sudden dryness that her throat had taken. The girl lingered as she placed Trevor’s beer in front of him, leaning in just a little too much. She brushed the back of his hand with her massive chest and Lacey frowned. The girl was blatantly rubbing all over him. Jealousy colored her cheeks.
Trevor looked at Lacey and smiled apologetically.
She just rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to George. “He’s actually one of the best in Florida. I did my clinicals in his office.”
“Which would explain why you are the best. You were trained by the best so you became the best.”
She flushed. “I appreciate the compliments, but what is this about?”
“Well,” George said as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. “It seems that a spot on our team has come open for a physical therapist. Our previous one was fired for leaking club business to the press. I have come to offer you the job.”
Lacey nearly sputtered in her drink. “You’re offering me a job with the Las Angeles Dodgers?” she gasped.
George slowly nodded his head. “I am.”
“But what about my career here?”
“Well, this is what I propose. You fly out to LA when Trevor comes out. You can stay in a house that we own until you can find one of your own. You would do a check of all my guys and make sure they are game ready, give them massage therapy as well as picking up on their physical therapy regimens. You will attend all the games, both home and away. You will be on call on days that they practice.”
Lacey listened, her eyes wide as he continued.
“Also, you will have a vehicle provided to you, a monthly living allowance as well as a substantial pay increase from your currently salary.”
“I don’t know…” She hesitated as she slid a glance to Trevor then back to George. She picked up her glass of water and, at that exact moment, George decided to inform her of how much of a pay increase she would be getting. Lacey was so shocked by the number she sputtered, causing water to go up her nose. This resulted in a violent coughing fit that drew the attention of other guests in the restaurant.
“That’s a lot of money,” she gasped as Trevor gently patted her on the back, trying to help her catch her breath.
“That’s how serious we are about having you with us,” George said. Lacey studied his face and could see no signs of deceit. He was being sincere.
“What if I’m not a good fit for your club?” She hesitated. This was a dream job, she just couldn’t figure out why it was being handed to her. Sure, she was sleeping with one of the hottest men in baseball, but surely there were others out there more qualified than she was.
Trevor’s hand reached out and covered hers. Gently he gave it a reassuring squeeze. George looked at their hands and smiled widely. “Somehow, I don’t think you are going to have a problem.”
Her head was spinning by the time their meals arrived. They chatted casually and gave her time to think. In all honesty she didn’t have anything holding her in Miami. If anything, she had more reason to leave, knowing deep down that Robert was searching for her. At least by the time he found her here
she would be long gone.
Finally, dinner was over and she’d become comfortable with George. He was actually a great guy. They laughed and had a good time. After dessert she placed her napkin on her plate and looked at George.
“When would you need to know my answer?” she asked.
He chuckled. “Well, you see, that is a bit tricky because since Trevor will be flying out next Thursday. That gives me a little less than a week to get things situated and prepared for your arrival. I would need to know by tomorrow evening if at all possible.”
Lacey chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully and slowly she nodded. “Okay, I’ll have my answer for you by tomorrow afternoon.”
George smiled widely. “That’s excellent.”
The check came and George graciously took it and paid for their meeting. They said their goodbyes and Trevor helped Lacey into the back of the limo.
Once settled in, she snuggled into his side, resting her head on his chest.
“What’s this?” she asked as she laced her fingers through his.
He lifted their hands and brushed them against his lips. “I don’t have any idea but I kind of like it,” he said softly.
“Is this weird? I mean, things between us? We moved so fast and now we’re talking about me packing up and moving my entire life to the West Coast.”
“I don’t really know. It does feel a little weird, like when is the too-good-to-be-true part going to be over? When is the other shoe going to drop?”
“I know what you mean.” She frowned as she thought about her past. They still didn’t know so much about each other. Would he still feel the same about her when he found out her secrets? Her stomach clenched at the thought of his reaction. “Do you have any deep dark secrets?” she heard herself ask. It was out of her mouth before she could even think to stop it. Why in the hell would she ask him that?
“No. I don’t. There are no skeletons hiding in my closet. You can ask me anything you want to and I will answer honestly and truthfully.”