Winning Streak

by Alice Ward

  “I’ll take good care of her,” Ace said, leaning over to interject into our conversation. Holly squeezed his arm and nibbled on his neck. The irritation in Whitney’s eyes bordered on toxic.

  “One more drink,” she offered, and I nearly groaned out loud.

  Ace held his hand in the air and snapped his fingers at the waitress. She nodded and scurried to the bar where she loaded her tray with another round of drinks.

  “I don’t want a shot,” Whitney spouted as the waitress placed the four glasses down onto the table. She placed another fruity drink in front of the ladies, then set two beers in front of me and Ace. The asshole smirked at me, leaving me to explain that the four shots were ours, not the girls. Great!

  Ace slid two shots in my direction. I pushed them back. “No way man, I’ve had enough,” I said, mostly because of the look I was receiving from Whitney.

  “I’ll take one.” Holly smiled, and I slid one of mine towards her. She looked at Whitney, giving her a glance as if they were speaking telepathically. It was evident by her head shake and pursed lips she wasn’t interested in the shot.

  “Don’t be a little bitch,” Ace teased.

  I didn’t make eye contact with Whit. Instead, I just gripped the shot glass in my hand and held it towards Holly’s and Ace’s for the toast.

  “To great friendships, may they last forever,” Ace said loudly, and we slung the liquor down our throats.

  He quickly grabbed the fourth one and sucked it down. I noticed his attention being diverted from Holly and towards the cute little brunette that had been on his lap earlier. “I’ll be right back, have to hit the head,” he stated and quickly moved towards the men’s room where the little brunette followed.

  Whitney tried to reason with Holly while Ace was gone. “You need to just come home with us; you can see him again,” she insisted. “If you go home with him tonight, you’re nothing more than a one-night stand.”

  Her words were useless. Holly was adamant about her plans to spend the night with Ace. “I’ll be fine.”

  “What if he leaves you and takes off with one of those whores he was fawning all over earlier?” Whitney argued.

  She made a good point, because I was almost certain the little brunette was getting a ride on the Ace Newman train right about now, probably pushed up against a dirty stall wall, moaning as some random guy took a shit, forced to listen beside them.

  “He won’t leave me, trust me,” Holly said with confidence.

  Twenty-five minutes later, Ace finally came back. His face was flushed, and sweat beaded up on his forehead. It was obvious what he had just done, but just in case it wasn’t, he leaned into me as the girls chatted.

  “I tore that little piece up,” he boasted. “She got personally introduced to the beast.” His eyes lingered towards the little brunette, who blew a kiss in his direction.

  “Thanks for dinner, and for a great night, but we are heading out.” Whitney jabbed me in the ribs, interrupting his little boasting session. “Are you sure you aren’t coming with us?” she asked Holly in a stern motherly voice.

  “I’ll be fine, I promise,” she beamed.

  I hated leaving her with him now. Especially knowing he’d just banged some random chick in the men’s room. I could have told Whitney so she could keep her from making a big mistake, but man code wouldn’t allow it. Besides, Holly was a big girl. This wasn’t her first rodeo and she absolutely knew the pile of shit she was about to step in to. And she really, really looked like she wanted to step in to it.

  “If you need us, call,” I said and scooted out of the booth.

  Ace stood and pulled me into an awkward man hug. He whispered in my ear, “Next time, don’t bring along the boss, and we’ll have some real fun.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Calvin

  Whitney whined about Holly all the way home, totally ignoring my advances. My mouth was on her neck, nibbling at her skin, my hand sliding farther and farther up her thigh as she groaned, “He’s going to break her heart.”

  “Maybe, but she’s a big girl,” I said, continuing to work my fingers towards her silk panties. Her legs clenched together, her body stiffened, and it became apparent that fucking around in the back of the cab wasn’t on the menu.

  “Look, Ace is a player, but you never know, maybe he’ll like Holly,” I stated as convincingly as possible.

  “You really think so?” Her big green eyes looked so beautiful I could just dive right into them.

  “Yes, it’s always a possibility,” I lied.

  The cab pulled up in front of our apartment, and after quickly handing him enough cash to cover the fare and a tip, I slid out of the backseat and held out my hand for Whitney. Her perfume was driving me wild, and all I could think about was stripping her out of that dress and making love to her. My hands gripped her waist as I guided her inside. Up each step, my eyes lingered on her ass cheeks, so perfectly round and tight. I wanted to lean forward and take a bite. By the third flight, I couldn’t resist any longer, so I leaned forward and bit down gently, causing her to squeal.

  She picked up her pace, her heels clicking on the bare steps as she raced to get away from my teeth. She giggled when I caught her at the door, my body pressing into her hard so she could feel my erection while I worked the key into the lock. Once the door was open, she ran again, laughing as she headed towards the bedroom. I took my time, knowing she was finally in the mood and wanting to tease her a bit before catching her.

  “You know you can’t hide from me,” I called down the hallway. Giggles echoed through the apartment in return.

  I opened the fridge and took out a beer, twisted the cap and then sipped the cold liquid while I let her squirm a bit longer. Arms wrapped around me and quickly moved south to the hardened rock in my pants. Her fingers worked my button and then my zipper as I finished my drink. Before I took my last sip, my cock was in her hand, and she was stroking it gently as she let out another one of her involuntary soft sighs.

  Her lips were still perfectly painted, full and sensual as they puckered towards mine for a kiss. My tongue wasted no time coaxing apart those pink lips and finding its way inside her sweet mouth. She tasted like the strawberry drinks she had ordered and smelled of vanilla.

  This is what I call dessert.

  Her lips pulled away from mine, and her body lowered until her mouth met the tip of my cock. She squeezed my balls gently in her palm, rolling them as she licked up my length.

  Sweet Jesus, I could come in her mouth right now!

  Those beautiful green eyes looked up at me as her lips stretched around my shaft. There was an innocence in them that drove me wild, and the deeper she took me into her mouth, I could see them begin to water. My hand gripped her hair, guiding her up and down on my cock. Her mouth was wet, warm, and offered a variety of sensations, from hard suction to gentle flicks of her tongue.

  I used my go-tos when I got too close — baseball, Aunt Edna and even tried to remember the taste of dill pickles — but it was useless. I needed to stop her before it was too late. I wanted to save my cum for her pussy, the tight, delicious place where my cock loved to play. I pulled on her hair, pulling her away from my cock. She refused to go.

  Instead, she wrapped her hand around my thigh, squeezed my balls tightly in her other hand and took me back into her mouth. She was latched on tight, sucking hard and fast as my legs began to tremble, and my eyes rolled back in my head. A loud grunt exploded from my lips and echoed off the kitchen walls as I came into her mouth, down her throat. I quickly pulled myself together enough to look down at the image of her licking me from her lips.

  Deliciously beautiful.

  I kicked my shoes off and my pants from my ankles. I reached down, lifting Whitney to her feet and then scooped her into my arms to carry her to the bedroom. I kissed her hard, my tongue tasting the mixture of her fruity drink and me. I tossed her gently onto the bed and stood back to take in her beauty.

  I unbuttoned my shirt and le
t it fall to the floor behind me as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to her ankle. My tongue worked up her leg to her knee before tracing a path up her thigh. I kissed her skin softly, teasing, then pushed her dress over her hips so my tongue could continue its journey along her body. I teased her with long soft laps that glided to her inner thigh and stopped at the start of her panties. The sweet smell of her pussy so close to my mouth made it water.

  “Take them off,” I ordered.

  She wasted no time in sliding her hands to her hips and pushing the silky panties away from her body. I helped her with them until they were off her feet and then turned back to what she had just uncovered.

  Her soft pink folds were swollen and plump, her clit opened with her beautiful pearl exposed. I touched her sensitive flesh there, circling the bundle of nerves while she moaned and squirmed beneath my touch. My finger slid between her folds, spreading them open to expose the delicate pink flesh surrounding her opening. Her skin glistened with the juices that flowed from between her legs, and her scent was so delicate, I needed a taste.

  When I plunged my tongue into her, she moaned and squirmed as I consumed her, needing more. I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her from the mattress, pulling her harder into my mouth. Her body shook as I sucked her clit, grazing it with my teeth, letting my tongue glide across it with random flicks. Her legs clamped tight around my head, her hand gripping my hair as she let out a loud moan and began to tremble.

  By the time she was screaming my name, my cock was hard and ready for more. This time what it craved from the start.

  I took my time exposing her beautiful breasts, her flat stomach, and the cutest belly button I’d ever seen. I leaned down and kissed it softly. “Do you want me to fuck you or make love to you?”

  I already knew the answer, her body language told me she wanted to be fucked, but I wanted to hear her innocent lips form the words.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.

  I raised onto my knees and felt like a beast as I looked down at her, stroking my cock with one hand, the other moving between her legs again, my fingers sinking deep inside.

  “Turn over,” I demanded, and her pupils dilated at my command.

  She followed my orders, exposing her plump round ass and that sexy deep curve in her back. I ran my finger down the curve and between her ass cheeks, playfully teasing her puckered hole before reaching my prize.

  “Raise that pretty pussy in the air for me,” I ordered.

  She gasped then sighed, letting out another soft moan. I knew she loved when I gave her orders, so as she pushed her ass high in the air and spread her legs to expose the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen, I rewarded her with the tip of my cock sliding inside, but then quickly took it away.

  “You sure you want this cock?” I asked, slapping her ass, then rubbing away the sting, watching the white flesh turn pink.

  “Yes,” she moaned, pushing back into me, wanting more.

  “Show me how bad you want it,” I said and pushed just the tip back into her pussy. She pushed back hard against me, but I pulled away so she couldn’t send me deep inside. I was teasing her, and she loved it. Her body pushed against me again, and this time, I allowed her to take me a bit deeper. I continued teasing her until she became aggressive.

  “Yes, that’s what I like, baby,” I gasped as she slammed back hard, her ass cheeks slapping into my pelvis, shaking my balls in a violent rumble, causing my cock to throb.

  Her body tightened and trembled violently, and mine quickly followed suit. Cum blasted from the tip of my cock, pulsing deep inside of her as I watched her pussy lips contracting around my satisfied dick.

  I caressed her soft ass cheeks and then her back as I pulled out from her warmth. “I love you,” I said and rolled off the bed to grab a towel. We had made quite a mess, but we were both too exhausted to care and fell asleep in each other’s arms, sharing the wet spot.

  Holly showed up around seven the next morning. Whitney’s phone went off about an hour before that, then she left the bed to open the front door.

  Wow, she made it all night. I was impressed.

  Practice was about to start, and I knew if I wanted any hot water for my aching muscles I had to move quickly. While they were gabbing in the living room, I rolled out of bed and took a quick shower. I packed my duffle and dressed in sweats and a t-shirt before entering the drama zone.

  “He was such a gentleman,” Holly said to Whitney as they finished up their conversation.

  “A gentleman? Ace?” I asked. “Or did you meet a new guy last night?” I couldn’t help the chuckle that fell out of my face, it was already there and wasn’t stoppable. Even when Whitney glared at me.

  “Yes, he’s nothing like what the reporters say,” Holly defended him further.

  Oh, now I know we aren’t talking about the same Ace.

  He banged that brunette before we left the club though. Maybe he found a couple more to defile before he actually left with Holly. “So, he didn’t even put the moves on you?” I asked.

  Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink and her eyes glistened. “I didn’t say that,” she teased. “But, his love making was very sweet, very sensual.”

  Okay, I was in no mood to listen to details about how Ace Newman fucked, or how Holly described it — making love. She must have gotten seriously drunk and gone home with the wrong dude.

  “I’m running late for practice, gotta go,” I announced and gave Whitney a quick kiss on the top of the head before running out the door.

  Before I could make it to the locker rooms to change, Coach Griffin pulled on my arm and guided me towards the wall, out of the way of the other players. His eyes were serious and his stance stern. I wasn’t sure what I did, but it looked like I was in hot water.

  “How’s the city treating you?” he asked.

  I relaxed. He was just checking on his investment. “Oh, yeah, fine. I like it here.”

  “But, your girl, she just got here, right?” he asked, his dark eyes boring a hole through me.

  “Whitney, yes,” I answered, confused about his line of questioning.

  What did I do? I wanted to ask him. Tell me so I can get ready to pitch.

  “You’re a good kid, Calvin, and I’ve seen many just like you get swallowed up in it all.” His eyes were filled with fatherly concern.

  “Thank you, Coach, I’ll be fine,” I assured him.

  After an awkward silence, I smiled and turned to walk away. His hand was on my arm again. I turned and waited for him to finish what he had to say.

  “By ‘it all,’ I mean drinking, partying, women. After the scrimmage today, the paparazzi will be all over you. It can become overwhelming and can even go to your head. And the company you keep has an influence on you, even if you think you're smart enough not to let it… it always does,” he warned.

  Shit. What has he heard?

  “You’re right, Coach. I’ll do my best,” I promised, not liking the feeling of being lectured. I’d had enough of that from my dad over the years.

  “This season is about to start, and I need you fresh, so keep your nose clean, boy,” he said and then smiled, his eyes lightening from the seriousness they held during his speech.

  I agreed and made my way into the locker room. I knew exactly who he meant by the company you keep. How did he know who I’d been hanging with?

  “What was that all about?” Ace asked, nodding towards the coach.

  “He just wanted to make sure I could handle all this,” I replied, leaving out all of Coach’s warnings.

  “Well, you thought you were famous before, kid. If you throw well today, it’s all about to change,” Ace said as he slapped me hard on the back.

  I had noticed the cameras outside the locker room and heard some of the guys talking about this scrimmage being televised. Everyone was eager to see the new team in action, so this was it… my first step to stardom.

  “Man, I hope I can make it through today,” Ace said. “
That Holly chick is a wild cat, kept me up all night long,”

  I really wasn’t interested in hearing any details. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

  “No, you don’t understand. She had me holding her against the wall, upside down, and no matter how hard I fucked her, she couldn’t get enough,” he continued attacking my ears without my consent.

  It certainly didn’t sound like he had been a gentleman, but it wasn’t my place to judge. They both seemed happy, even if their stories didn’t quite match.

  “You must have enjoyed it. After all, you let her sleep over.”

  He laughed. “Oh no, there was no sleeping.” He was still laughing to himself by the time I’d dressed and was tying my cleats.

  The next two hours were a dream come true. Everything that could go right, did. I threw the hell out of the three innings I pitched, allowing no runs, striking out one player after another. I even held my own at the plate, cracking one over the wall and landing a single from a perfectly placed bunt. I was proud of them both and still couldn’t believe I was able to even hit the damn ball. That thing came at me like a freaking freight train.

  Following the scrimmage, microphones were stuck in my face, and I frantically attempted to remember the lines the PR team of the Beasts had coached me to remember.

  Proud to be part of this club, just want to give them everything I have.

  It’s a team effort.

  Got lucky at the plate.

  Glad I could help the team.

  Bullshit like that.

  What I wanted to do was whoop and holler, high five every person in the room. I did it! I fucking rocked my first real experience in the majors! No, it wasn’t an official game, but to me, it might as well have been the final game of the World Series.

  Coach wasn’t lying about the paparazzi. After portions of that scrimmage game was televised, and the papers plastered my face all over the front page — the pitcher with the golden arm — it was impossible to go anywhere without cameras shoved in my face, balls pushed towards me with pens for autographs, and of course, women falling all over me.

  I had to admit, there was something about it that appealed to me, but Whitney hated all the attention and kept saying she couldn’t wait until things settled down, and we could get our lives back.