“Baby, right now, you have the fucking power.”
I loved this spunky attitude.
I knelt in front of her and untied her scrub pants. “And I definitely don’t disappoint. Be careful what you wish for.”
She watched me lower her pants over her hips and past her knees. She stepped out of her sneakers, and I took her socks off before removing the pants the rest of the way. I laid a trail of kisses from her calf to the inside of her knee, feeling her tremble against my mouth.
Her hands found their way into my hair when I reached her upper thigh, tightening as I went higher. She sighed loudly when I stopped and started on the other leg, taking my time to make it to her upper thigh again. I ran my fingers along the seam of her matching pink panties. I looked up at her and watched her as I lower her panties down her legs. I rose to her thighs to kiss them each once more and then hovered at her mound.
“Tell me, Sam,” I said against the sensitive skin, causing her to jerk at the sensation. “When was the last time this beautiful cunt was licked?”
She moaned, and I hadn’t even touched her yet. “Never.”
I blinked.
One.
Two.
Three times.
How is that possible?
“Never?” I had to confirm.
“No. I’ve only been with one person, and he didn’t ever do it,” she said quietly.
Not wanting to embarrass her or talk about her ex, I licked my lips. “That’s a shame.” I noticed the sheen of arousal over her skin. “Is that something you want to happen?”
Her cheeks turned pink. “I … it seems selfish to—”
“Yes or no, Sam. Be selfish. Do you want me to lick your pussy right now?”
She nodded quickly.
I shook my head. “You have to say it.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
And, after that breathy word left her lips, I dived in and tasted her.
Devoured her.
Satisfied her as she screamed and came all over my mouth.
Caught her when her knees gave way in her post-orgasmic bliss.
And, now, I was fucking addicted.
Chapter Sixteen: Sammie
Oh my … would every time I was with him going to be like that? Like, mind-blowing, toe-curling, I can see the Fourth of July fireworks on crack behind my eyes amazing?
Good Lord.
Ryan was sitting across from me in the tub, a satisfied grin on his smug face as he rubbed the arch of my foot.
“You look awfully proud of yourself, Mr. Cruz.”
“I am the first man to lick your pussy, Ms. Sterling. I feel honored.”
I could feel my face flush even more than it already had been. “Well, you should.” I smiled shyly. I laid my head back against the tub’s railing and closed my eyes. “This is the most relaxed I’ve been in … I don’t know. I can’t remember.”
“A good orgasm, followed by a hot bath and foot rub, tends to do that,” he replied.
I looked over at him and shook my head. “I feel really selfish right now. You’re doing all this nice stuff for me and—”
“Because I want to. Believe me, Sam, everything that has happened since you walked in that door tonight, I’ve probably enjoyed more than you.”
“Don’t know about that. I immensely enjoyed your mouth.”
He barked out a laugh and switched to rubbing my other foot. “What changed your mind about us?”
“I had a talk with Lexi earlier.” A talk that had been uncomfortable because I knew it was everything my stubborn self needed to hear. Lexi might be crazy most of the time, but she really did have everyone’s best interests in mind.
He looked worried. “That doesn’t sound like something that would end up in my favor.”
“It did actually. She’s really good at listening and giving advice. I ended up here, didn’t I?”
He nodded and chuckled. “Well, I’ll be damned. It looks like I owe her another fucking gift card to Paco’s.”
I giggled. “That would be a nice thing to do. I’m sure she’ll get plenty of use out of it.”
“She’s obsessed with those tacos.”
“They’re pretty awesome,” I defended.
He put my foot down into the water. “So, you have to tell me; how in the hell have you made it twenty-some years and never had oral sex?”
“I haven’t had many boyfriends, mostly because I’ve always been too busy. Whether it is with school, work, or extracurricular activities, dating hasn’t always been a high priority for me. The one boyfriend I had who I was sexually active with wasn’t the giving type; however, he was always asking to receive.” I rolled my eyes. “He eventually got angry and broke up with me because I spent more time studying than I did with him. I wasn’t really too upset.”
“I’ve seen that all too often with my baseball buddies. Their girlfriends or wives get pissy because, for eight to nine months out of the year, they’re dedicated to baseball. It’s their career; they have to be. I’ve seen too many breakups and divorces over it. That’s part of the reason I haven’t dated in so long. I’ve worked too hard to be where I am.”
“What changed your mind?”
“You,” he said simply. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you. I’ve never had a girl stick in my head, let alone for several months. Plus, Carson and Melody have kind of proven that not all baseball relationships end badly. They work hard at it, and if they can overcome all the shit they did last season and still be together, then it’s definitely possible for someone like me.”
“It is.” I smiled.
He leaned across the tub and kissed me. Then, he wrapped his arms around my body and brought me along with him to his side of the tub. I straddled his lap and ran my fingers through his hair. He hummed in appreciation and leaned his head against the side of the tub.
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Cruz.”
His stomach growled a moment later, and he and I both laughed.
“I think your stomach is letting you know that you have a date with the sushi out in the kitchen.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right. Are you hungry?”
“No, I had dinner earlier. Come on. Let’s go feed you.”
While Ryan ate, we decided to watch a movie. I started on the other end of the couch while he was eating, but twenty minutes into the movie, I crawled across the couch and curled up to his side. I knew he’d be leaving for spring training in the next few days, so I was willing to get my fill of his touches until then.
To be honest, I didn’t give a crap about watching The Shawshank Redemption for the fiftieth time in my life. It was my dad’s favorite movie, and I knew most of the lines by memory. Ryan had chosen the movie, and it gave me an excuse to curl up next to him.
“Will you come see me in Florida?” he asked out of nowhere.
I looked up at him, kind of surprised. “I have school. It’s the last semester, and I can’t miss any time.”
“What about weekends?”
“It depends on what my rotation is like and if I can get a cheap hotel and cheap flight out of—”
“I’ll fly you down, sweetheart. And you’ll stay with me. You won’t pay a dime. The only thing you’ll have to do is find the time.”
I didn’t want to put a damper on the evening, so I just smiled. “Maybe.”
“Maybe doesn’t sound good. It’s what your parents say when you’re a kid, and they really mean no. What’s up?”
“What if, over the next few weeks away, you realize you don’t want this? I don’t want to get my hopes up.”
“You won’t because I won’t let you down. I don’t just want you, Sam. I need you. Not just for tonight. But for the foreseeable tomorrows, too.”
And I was a puddle on the damn floor.
I swung my leg over his lap and straddled him. “That was really swoony,” I said against his lips.
“If swoony is going to get you to sit
on my lap, I’ll say all the swoony things.”
He captured my mouth, and a moan escaped my throat. My God, he felt so good against me, and he must agree, as his erection hardened quickly against my middle.
I gasped when I felt it, which gave him the opportunity to deepen the kiss even more. It still wasn’t deep enough. It didn’t scratch the itch of need. We were both becoming more urgent, and I tugged my shirt over my head, followed by his.
“Take my bra off. I need to feel more of you on me,” I panted.
He disposed of my bra in record time, and the skin-to-skin only added to the fire. He wrapped his lips around my hardened nipple, and I felt it all the way south. I bucked against his cock and tightly gripped on to his shoulders.
“Oh God,” trembled from my lips as my head was thrown back.
He kissed me and made me look at him. “Baby, I’m making you feel good, not God. When those sexy little moans leave that unbelievable mouth of yours, I want them to be of my name. I want to hear you say my name as you come apart.”
His blue eyes were smoldering before his lips found the skin of my neck.
“Fair enough. But, when we do sexy things like this”—I ground my hips against his erection, and we gasped into each other’s mouths—“I want you to say my name. Baby and sweetheart could be anyone. I want to make sure you know who you’re pleasing.”
“Fuck, Sam, you’re going to kill me. I’ll never forget that I’m with you with how this luscious ass fits perfectly in my hands and how amazing your beautiful tits feel against my chest.”
He lifted me by my ass and slid me down his hardness again, and I was about to rip his gym shorts off.
“More importantly, I’ll never forget how your perfect pussy tastes. I think I’m going to need to have some more really soon.”
“Please … I want you, Ryan. So bad,” I begged. “This isn’t enough of you.”
He squeezed my ass hard and held me tight for a long moment. “I want to show you that I’m not just interested in getting in your pants. I want to prove that I deserve you.”
“You do,” I whined. “I know you’re not just interested in getting in my pants. But, now, I’m telling you, get in my fucking pants.”
He chuckled before melding his mouth to mine. “Yes, ma’am.”
He laid me on the couch and tore the gym shorts of his I was wearing off. I wasn’t wearing panties, so once he kicked his shorts off, we were both bare. He ran his hand up my leg to my middle, feeling it slick and ready.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
My chest was rapidly rising and falling as he continued to rub my clit. “Yes, more than anything.”
He silenced me with a hard kiss and picked me up.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and chuckled. “Not on the couch?”
“No, Sam, not on the couch. My first time with you is going to be in my bed where we can take our time.”
“Hmm … do we need to change the sheets first?” I asked, half-joking
“Not. Funny,” he said in between kisses. “There has never been a woman in my bed before. Never in this apartment. Just you. We’re changing the game.”
Moments later, I was spread out in the middle of his large king-size bed as he kissed my body from head to toe. The slow, delicious foreplay was something I was definitely not used to; however, at this moment, it was becoming torturous.
“Ryan, I need you. I can’t handle much more.”
He rubbed the head of his dick around my clit, my entire body shaking at the sensation. “Slow and steady.”
Finally, I’d had enough with his teasing. I sat up so quick; it startled him.
“Sam, are you—”
I pushed him backward until he fell onto his back. “Screw slow and steady. It’s my turn,” I heard myself growl.
“Holy fuck,” he panted.
I ran my tongue along his shaft, and his entire body jumped. After the third or fourth time, he groaned.
“Son of a bitch, Sam … this is such a fucking tease.”
“Now, you know how I felt.” I straddled his hips and felt his head right at my entrance.
“Sam, condom.” He nodded to the nightstand. I was glad he’d mentioned it because I was too wrapped up in the moment to remember. He handed me the foil packet, and I slid the condom down his length.
“Let’s try this again.” I kissed him and then carefully slid onto him.
He stretched me until I was full, and it was almost more than I could handle. His mouth was agape, and when he was inside me to the hilt, his eyes closed. “I need a second, so I don’t lose my shit.”
He sat up and wrapped my legs around him. Then, he tightly enclosed me in his body with his arms. “I want you to know this isn’t going to be a one-time thing. I’m already addicted.” He covered my mouth with his and gently rocked into me.
That night, he proved many times that he was addicted … and I thought I might be right there with him.
Chapter Seventeen: Ryan
I whisked the eggs in a bowl before dumping them into the skillet. The bacon was coming along nicely, and the biscuits in the oven had four minutes to go.
Last night was the first time in quite a few years that I had slept with anyone in my bed. Sam and I’d spent a majority of the night talking in between sex, and it was better than any time I’d ever had with a woman.
Fuck, listen to me …
My phone vibrated against the counter, dancing close to the edge.
“Yo,” I said without looking to see who was calling.
“Yeah, yo. Where in the hell are you? Your flight landed an hour ago.”
Fuck. It’s Carson … and I’m supposed to be in Florida right now.
“Hey, buddy. It’s a funny story actually. I—”
“You’re not in Fort Myers, are you?”
“Not exactly.”
“What the fuck, Cruz? You called me, upset about Sam, and because I have a goddamn bleeding heart, I offered for you to come down here. I got up at the crack of dawn to take the first ferry to the mainland, so I could come to the airport for your sorry ass. I’ve been waiting for over an hour, and you’re not here? Did you meet a stewardess on your flight and go back to her place for a quick fuck? Because, if so, she can drop your fucking ass off at the ferry. I’m done dealing with your immature whore—”
“I’m at home. Sam’s here.”
He was silent for a long moment. “Sam? As in ball girl Sam?”
“Hold on. I’m putting you on speaker. I have to flip the bacon.” I put him on speaker and set the phone down to turn the bacon over. “Yes, that Sam. The very same.” I smiled.
Damn, Sammie is in my bed.
She’d looked like a damn dream when I woke up, her blonde hair spread across the pillow and her long leg draped across me.
“Well, shit. I thought she was smarter than that.”
I tasted a piece of bacon before responding, “Fuck off. She came over last night, and we worked things out.”
“Sam stayed overnight at your place?”
“She’s in my bed right now,” I said around my bacon.
Fuck, this bacon is good.
“Girls don’t sleep in your bed. I call bullshit. Where are you really?”
I felt arms wrap around me from behind.
“Hi, Carson. It’s Sammie. He’s really here. I can vouch for him this time.”
I turned and kissed her for a long moment. “Good morning,” I said before kissing her again.
“Good morning to you. I missed you in bed.” She pouted.
“I’m making you breakfast. The biscuits are about to come out. I hope you’re hungry.”
“Hello! I’m still here!” Carson yelled from the phone.
“Sorry,” Sam and I both mumbled.
“For fuck’s sake. You could have sent me a text. It would have saved me some time this morning, asshole.”
“I am really sorry. I was busy with Sam, and it slipped my mind until you ca
lled. Seriously.”
“Whatever,” Carson grumbled.
Sam covered her mouth, so Carson couldn’t hear her laughing.
“Just let me know when you’re coming down for training. I might send you an Uber driver if you’re lucky.”
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