by HJ Bellus
Ava’s features turn frustrated in one moment and then intrigued the next. I know that she loves watching me please myself. For a week after her accident I refused to do anything with my cock and her. I pleased her every other way possible, but refused to fuck her. There was no way in hell that I was going to hurt her anymore because of my greedy need. So I pleased her with my fingers, mouth, and lips until she was screaming and soaking my sheets. I’d sneak off into the shower, grip my cock and then stroke until it was raw and my juices were flowing in the shower.
Ava always opened the shower curtain and watched me from the toilet seat. The desire in her eyes drove me mad and made me cum like I never have.
“You stroking your cock has to be the hottest thing on Earth, baby.”
I grab her wrist in one hand, squeeze my cock tighter, and speed up the motion until beads of pre-cum line my head. Ava catches me off guard when her lips wrap around my cock, then her teeth sink into me. Her mouth is like a home that I never want to leave because I’m royalty here.
Ava uses her teeth to nip at the underside of my cock while she takes me all the way to the base and then pops her mouth off in one hard sucking motion. Her flushed cheeks and demanding way around my dick just prove that she knows she has me, has me wrapped around her fucking little finger.
I stroke it from the base just a few inches up, making it easy for her to glide with her mouth up and down. It doesn’t take her long until her mouth wraps all the way around it, she sucks soft at first and then hard and soft, then sinks her teeth in. Ava’s actions become faster and then she sucks harder, harder, and harder. My hand wraps in the back of her head helping her guide the motion while her lips dance on my cock.
I feel the first pulse and no thought for life, take my hand off my cock and let her do the rest, enjoying each movement. I’m not sure I’ll ever live without these lips wrapped around my cock. I reach down and squeeze one of Ava’s nipples pressed up against my thigh and feel her squirm underneath me. A smile spreads across her face. And then she sinks her teeth into my cock one last time before I blow. It’s a sensation greater than I’ve ever felt before.
Greater than going inside her or any other woman for that fact. I watch my woman greedily suck up and clean every ounce of cum off my cock and then lay back and smile. I have to switch gears or I’ll be here all night fucking her.
A loud banging at the door startles me.
“What in the hell?” Ava flies up into a sitting position, knocking me back on the couch. Ava barely has enough time to jump into her shorts before Rhett busts in the front door with Darby and Chloe on his heels. I’m still half laid out on the couch, legs spread, fly open, boxers exposed with a semi hard on when the three flock into the living room.
Ava has made quick work of sprinting down into the hallway. “I’m just changing into some clothes; be right out guys.”
I looked up to Rhett. “Baseball?”
The little fucker has a sly grin on his face and slowly nods, drawing out the single word. “Baseball.”
19
Ava
Well, our misfit Bears team has shaped up into a real kick ass group. Rhett rounded some men up at the construction site and a few waitresses from the club. I wasn’t too excited about the club being involved in any way. My gut still turns every Friday and Saturday night when Zane leaves. He wanted me to go, but I’ve refused. It’s something I wouldn’t be able to handle. I’d be locked up for fucking first-degree murder.
For some fucked up reason, Darby goes to the club every weekend, claiming she loves the environment and needs to get wasted since Chloe is wound up in her wedding plans and I always have my head up Zane’s ass. She reassured me that Zane’s performances are nothing but professional and if anything, short and to the point. Rhett’s thanked me several times because I guess now he’s the royalty of the club.
The wedding is nearly four weeks out. Each day that goes by I grow more nervous and I’m not sure if it’s the fact Zane’s grandpa isn’t doing well, seeing my parents, Zane finding out about my deal with the devil or all of the above mixed together.
“You’re up, babe.” Zane slaps my ass, leaving behind a stinging sensation. “Only swing at his low pitches. He’ll strike you out on the highs and if you hit a level one, it will be caught for an out.”
Mr. Grumpy Pants Anti-Rich Kid Baseball is now the fucking all-star. He knocks out a few grand slams each game and has no problem striking out the players, even the rich men.
I strut out onto the diamond and always walk a little taller knowing I’m wearing Zane’s number and have “Zane’s” on the back of my shirt instead of my last name like everyone else’s. Zane nearly stroked out the first three games, claiming every single other man on the other team was mentally eye fucking me. His jealous tendencies never get old, but only make me feel special and the fact Rhett reminds me all the time that I’m Zane’s first real girlfriend so don’t fuck it up, is another amazing warm fuzzy.
“Let him throw you one, baby.” Zane’s stretched out on the chain link fence with his arm raised above his head and his fingers curled in the chain link. The opposing pitcher gives him a dirty look, spits, and throws me a high pitch, but it’s still a strike.
Zane’s encouragement and eagerness for the game doesn’t make me nervous, but more eager to hit a homerun. The second pitch flies by and it’s a ball. When the third one glides in, I grip the bat and steady myself to swing. Crack! It’s a contact, I don’t stall to see how far it goes or if I can even make it to first base. My legs are my best assets in the game because I can fucking run.
“Second. Second, Ava!” Zane hollers over the roar of the crowd and I go for it. I stall for a bit, processing his words and then haul ass. My natural instinct is to slide into second, but I did that a few games ago and it didn’t turn out so well. The medical marijuana for Grandpa served more purpose for me that night and I’ll never forget the ass chewing Zane gave me. His overprotective nature is sexy as fuck. A whoosh of air whizzes by the lobe of my ear right as I stomp on second base, bringing my body to a halt.
“Safe!” the umpire’s deep shout echoes around the park.
I take a second to let my lungs fill up and then I stand tall and proud, wearing Zane’s number and basically his brand. He comes up to bat next and there have been enough games that the word is out on the street…Zane Rivers is a different breed than anyone else in the league. It does my heart and soul good to know he can step up to home plate and silence the crowd and even the dicks from the other team.
I loved the idea of signing up when Chloe approached me. It was just a way for her to pass the summer quicker and arrive at her wedding day in Mach speed. Darby and Rhett, who happened to be in ear distance, were all game ready to be the competitors of the team. I wanted Zane to be a part of it and of course me too, but it was the matter of convincing the stubborn asshole to mingle with the rich kids. A little horizontal mamba and his best friend nearly catching us did the trick.
Watching Zane on the field or even directing the team, it’s like a whole new person that I’ve never met before. He’s carefree and all about the game. It’s like watching a little boy in a candy store with an endless supply of money. But the sad reality of it is, he’s not a little boy and this is no candy store, but real life. The life that guts you one action at a time and never gives in on anything, but punishes you until you fucking scream uncle or can no longer scream.
Watching Zane smile his pearly white grin when up to bat is just a sliver of happiness I can sense in his soul. It’s bursting over just waiting to be set free and I’m not sure what is holding it back besides the obvious of his grandpa and whatever may be haunting him from his past. All I know is, I like this Zane. The one who is enjoying himself and yet seems to find a way to be his badass self. Like I said, I do strut around a little taller wearing his name on my back.
The familiar sound of the ball cracking when Zane is up to bat draws me from my spiraling thoughts. I know to run and not ev
en worry about a pop fly. He’s smart enough to either hit out of the park or a damn grounder that could take a leg from even a professional. The other teams by now have been warned, so I just run.
And even though I start out at second, by the time I round third and am off to home base, Zane is on my ass. The asshole comes up behind me and pinches my ass and then taunts me to run faster. And the next thing I know, his breath is on my neck and confusing my thoughts. Don’t ask me how the man closes the gap or knows how to hit it out of the park or on the ground at vicious speed, all I do know is that he does know how to.
My right foot barely crosses the home plate before I’m swooped up over his shoulder. His large hand comes down on my ass and instead of smacking it, he gropes it like his own little trophy.
“Easy, tiger. We still have dinner afterwards,” I warn him.
“That was the run to seal the deal.”
“Well, don’t you have a way of sealing those deals?” Zane sets me down and I tap his nose.
“Have a reputation to live up to, darling.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard about it.”
“Head in the damn game.” Rhett rushes by us and grabs the back of my head in a playful action and even more of a vulgar action and it’s the only man Zane wouldn’t kill for doing it.
I jog up to Chloe and Darby and lead our team through the group cheer and then the good games and all that shit. I’m excited to get back to Zane’s house. Of course, to see his grandpa and the other surprise waiting for him. I fidget with my fingers on the way home, just praying to God that the day Zane finds out about the deal I made that he can still love me through it.
Zane chatters on about the game until Rhett, who is tailing us finally calls him and then the two of them go on about it. “Did you see that pussy’s face?” all the way to “I thought that whore was going to swallow the ball when a grounder went her way.” My smiles fade away in my own silence and the inevitable darkness falling upon us. I peer up to the moon and wonder if it holds some kind of miracle for us.
My man doesn’t waiver as he chatters on and on about the damn baseball with the rich kids. I lean my head on his shoulder and intertwine my arm until it’s wrapped around his and then clutching one of his hands. It seems that I can’t get close enough to the man, but it’s been like that since walking in on him.
20
Zane
Jesus, I won’t even admit to my first born how much I love this league and how insanely in love I am with Ava. I don’t miss her little nuzzles and pets on the way home, but fuck we just beat a really good team and pretty much did it with just Rhett and I.
The men from our work seem to be more preoccupied with standing out by the trailer and passing a joint around. And when it seems one of the goofy motherfuckers can hit or catch a ball they giggle like little schoolboys. Then we have the girls on the team who seem to think they’re pretty badass and I’ll be the first to admit that I let my little Ava get away with anything.
Today I turned twenty-five and what a better way than to spend it with my grandpa and then beating the shit out of the punks in this town. Ava surprised me with a chocolate chip pancake breakfast in bed, topped with her tits and whipped cream.
The little shit made me eat while bouncing up and down on my cock and twisting her own nipples while letting them fall in the whipped cream every so often. Best fucking birthday ever. I’m truly hoping she has the same gift giving abilities on all other holidays, even if the banks just observe them.
“Dinner at our place,” Ava announces.
Her comment takes me by surprise, especially the use of our. I like it, no I motherfucking love it.
“We grabbing take-out?” I ask, throwing the equipment bag over my shoulder and grabbing her hand.
Ava gives me an extra squeeze and shakes her head.
“Then?” I pry, looking down at her.
“Grandpa and I went shopping this morning and we’re going to grill.”
“Nice.” I nod my head. It’s in moments like these that I feel like a normal person with typical shit going on in my life. It may be my birthday, but I have a little surprise for Ava later on tonight when we’re alone.
“Meet you over there,” Darby hollers. The two other girls climb into Rhett’s truck. His old clunker has really shaped up with chrome rims and new paint job. He must be really kicking ass at his new night job. I haven’t had the chance to ask him what’s up between him and Darby, but there’s definitely something going on. She’s always riding right next to him or the two of them are sneaking off together.
I must admit Chloe and Darby have grown on me. It took some time, but I finally came around to seeing that they genuinely care for Ava. Darby is quite the little fighter at the club when I perform on Friday and Saturday nights. I had to tell her to cool her jets because it was affecting my tips.
“Why so quiet, Ava?” I look down to my arm where she’s lazily tracing circles with her perched on my shoulder.
“Just thinking.”
“About?”
“Shit.”
“Any good shit?” I bring the truck to a stop at a four way stop and lift her chin to look up at me. “What’s going on?”
“It just sucks how shitty life can be.”
I quirk an eyebrow up at her. “I think life is going pretty damn good right now.”
“Yeah.” She brushes my comment off and I know something else deeper is going on right now.
“Ava.” I grow irritated with her and whatever she’s not telling me.
“Zane.” She mimics my voice and then smiles up at me. Her lips press to mine in a quick kiss. “I just wish things in life were fair and they’re not.”
Rhett lays on the horn behind us, so I break eye contact with Ava, and begin driving. My gut feels like it’s been run through the spin cycle in a washer. “Are you happy, Ava?”
“Yes, I am. Zane, I’ve never been happier. It’s just…”
I focus on the road and don’t look down at her; I’m not sure I can take what she’s about to lay on me.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” She slaps my forearm as I turn into the driveway of my house.
“No, now.”
“It’s not bad, babe.”
“Then fucking spill, Ava.”
I kill the engine and turn to her. A bit of uncertainty lingers in her eyes. “I don’t want this to put you in a bad mood or cause a blow up between us.”
“Now, Ava.”
“I’ve rounded up some money to have hospice come in.” She presses her fingers to my lips. “And before you react please listen, Zane.”
Silence floats around us in the truck for several seconds.
“I had some money in an account that I withdrew and since I’m eighteen, my parents had no say over it. It will be enough to cover his hospice care then the left over money if any, will be donated to another family.”
‘She took his money’ plays over and over on repeat in my head. Now, Ava’s in debt to her father and that means… “So, we’re over?”
“No, baby.” She cups her hands around my face and I pull away in shock. “It was my money, Zane. Not theirs. I even had a lawyer take a look at it. The only thing they can try to do is sue me and they won’t because of the bad publicity.”
“Ava, you risked it all…” She cuts me off before I have the chance to finish.
“I did. And I’d do it again, Zane. I’ve been doing research and your grandpa is going fast. He needs to be comfortable and we both need support.”
“Are you going to leave me?” The words cut my tongue.
“Never. I’m yours forever. I’d make a deal with the devil for you and your grandpa because you guys are family now.” She tries to sit closer and I back up to the door, not wanting her contact right now.
“Zane, say something.”
“Why are you so nervous about it? You’re not telling me something, Ava.”
“Your reaction for one and two, my dad is livid and is demanding to marr
y me off. He has no right to any of it.” She gives up trying to touch me and slides over to her door and opens it.
“I love you, Zane, and have fallen in love with this place and your grandpa. I wanted to help you. I want to be with you forever and risked pissing off Satan to help your grandpa out, so hate me if you want.”
I watch Ava walk up the front steps and disappear into the house. I take a few moments to absorb everything she just told me. I realize that she sacrificed everything to make sure that my grandpa has an easy passing. She used her own money and went up against her father to help us out. I’m sure she thinks I’m pissed right now and uncontrollably rolling into a fit of anger. But it’s more than that; she took it into her own hands without asking me or having anyone ask her to do this.
I slump back in my seat and mull over her words, remembering the tone of her voice and how nervous she was to tell me. I grow more…I don’t know what I feel actually, part pride, part anger that I can’t provide this for my grandpa, and most of all, I feel loved. Loved like I’ve never been loved before.
Ava is saving my family or at least doing what she can to save it. I remain frozen in my truck for twenty more minutes, thinking it all over and processing it. And come to the conclusion that I will not let her dad destroy her, threaten her, or hold anything over her head from this point on.
By the time I step out of the truck, everyone is already on the patio talking by the barbecue and sharing a good laugh. Ava never makes eye contact while she keeps her head down and continues bringing out plates, bowls of salad, and a birthday cake. The birthday cake is nothing fancy. It’s quite obvious she made it herself. The frosting and decorations look like a three-year-old could have done it, but it’s mine and she made it for me.
Grandpa waves me over to sit by him in his rocking chair so I take a seat in the folding chair next to him.
“What’s going on?”