by Alice Ward
“Time for a quick snack,” he boasted while bending her over and spreading her cheeks wide for me to envy his freedom. I had to admit I did a little, but one-night stands were never my thing — well, at least I didn’t think so — so he could have at it.
“You really are a sick fuck, Ace,” I laughed and left him to tend to his giggling hussy.
I said goodbye to the team members still left at the bar and headed out the front door. While I waited for the valet to gather my car, I slid my phone from my pocket. It was barely nine o’clock, still early, and no missed calls or messages from Whitney.
“You coming or going?” a familiar female voice sounded in my ear. I turned to see Caroline standing close to my left side. Her hot breath was still tickling my ear as my eyes widened and my mouth fell open without any words. She giggled. Damn, she had a sexy laugh.
“Going,” I quickly answered, pulling myself back to reality and out of the dream where I’m single and get to explore what it’s like to have a woman like her.
“That’s a pity.” She pouted, pushing her bottom lip out and moving a step closer, lifting a hand to my shoulder. “I can’t tempt you to stay for just one more?” Her hand slid down my arm, squeezed and stroked in that same motion from earlier. My cock twitched.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m already late as it is.”
She sighed a long exhale. “Yes, of course, the girlfriend. An exciting celebration together, can’t miss that.” Her tone was almost sarcastic but still sweet. “Enjoy.”
“Your car, sir,” the valet said as he opened the driver’s side door and stepped out. I took his place behind the wheel and watched as Caroline disappeared into the bar. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I worried that Ace would make her his main course.
I was thankful the night air had cooled off, sobering me even further. The image of Ace and Caroline together was irritating the piss out of me. I tried to convince myself that a woman like that wouldn’t fall for Ace’s silly games, and he was far too drunk and full of himself to seduce her properly. I knew he could, but tonight he was already on a roll.
Whitney sat on the couch with her knees bunched up against her chest as I walked in. Her hair was in a ponytail, her face was already washed of any makeup, and she was dressed in one of my t-shirts. She was cute, adorable really. I smiled and dropped my keys on the side table near the door.
She jumped up from the couch and rushed to me, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck as she tiptoed to give me a kiss. The scent of her vanilla perfume was soothing and calmed me from the thoughts I had on the drive home. This is where I wanted to be, who I wanted to be with. Not some random chick who flaunted her pussy to any player who wanted to see, or Caroline Black, who quite honestly, was probably a real high-maintenance bitch. My lips pressed against hers, and it felt like home.
“Are you hungry?” she asked cheerfully, running her fingers through my hair.
I nodded even though I wasn’t exactly hungry after chowing on the appetizers the chef made. I followed her to the kitchen anyway and sat at the table while she pulled a casserole dish from the oven.
“What’s this?” I asked, staring down at a tuna casserole with crushed potato chips crumbled on top.
Her smile fell. “You used to love my tuna casserole.” I could tell by her tone she was hurt.
After having tasted all those delicious flavors at the bar, this just seemed drab and boring.
“Yes, I did. I mean, I do,” I quickly corrected myself.
It was too late. She sat down beside me and pulled her knees to her chest to sulk. I think she muttered, “Asshole.”
I noticed the bottle of cheap wine on the table, one you would find at the supermarket for a few bucks. “It’s just, we don’t have to eat tuna casserole anymore, or drink cheap wine with screw off caps,” I said in a tone I thought was kind and thoughtful. The look on Whitney’s face told me I obviously didn’t say it kind or thoughtful enough.
Her tongue ran over her teeth, and her nostrils flared. Shit!
“So, even though you used to love tuna casserole, now that you can afford something else, you don’t want it? It’s not good enough for you?”
Oh shit, she’s pissed. What the hell did I do wrong?
“I do want it, I’m sorry.” I did my best to back out of this fight I had no idea how had gotten started. “It was just a special night.”
Her eyes welled up with tears.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Baby, please don’t cry.” I reached towards her chair and pulled it close to mine. I wiped the tears as they fell from her cheek and lifted her chin so she would look at me. “I didn’t mean anything by it,” I promised. “I love you, and if that means eating tuna casserole every night, then I will.”
I really didn’t mean that, so I hoped she wouldn’t take me at my word and force feed me this awful concoction every night, or ever again. I reminded myself that she was young, and her cooking wasn’t exactly edible. This was the first thing she’d ever made that wasn’t half bad. It still wasn’t good.
“Really?” Hope bloomed back on her face.
I gulped and nodded. “Really.”
I stifled a groan and kept a wide smile plastered on my face as she scooped a large helping onto my plate and then poured me a glass of the cheap wine. I had finally gotten her calmed down, so I had to force myself to finish every last bite.
“Now for dessert,” she tempted, pulling me from the chair.
Please don’t have one of your dry cakes hidden in the oven.
She bit her bottom lip and guided me to the bedroom. My belly was growling with anger at what I had just put into it. Her hands slowly slid the t-shirt from her body, exposing her firm, full breasts. My mouth suddenly wanted to eat again and I moved towards her flesh quickly and aggressively as she giggled. I took her breast into my mouth, sucked hard as my tongue flicked at her erect nipple. Her hands worked the zipper and button on my pants and pushed them down over my hips. I helped her remove my boxers and kicked my shoes and my clothes to the floor.
I picked her up by the waist, tossed her onto the bed and quickly slid off my shirt. My mouth dove back into her flesh, first her neck and then her mouth, tasting the cheap wine she’d drank as it entangled around hers. An image of Caroline shot into my head as I slid Whitney’s panties from her hips. I pushed it out as quickly as it appeared and returned my attention to the woman I loved.
“We need to get you some sexier panties,” I whispered as I tossed her cotton ones to the floor.
My tongue burrowed through her pink flesh and entered her body with a force. I pushed it in and out of her sweetness, watching her as she squirmed and my cock hardened from her taste. I pressed my thumb against her clit, rolling it as my tongue slowly lapped at her inner thighs. She squirmed and moaned as I left her pussy empty, only teasing it with a soft brushing of my tongue as I slid it to her other thigh. I loved teasing her.
Come one, baby, say it. Don’t make me ask you…
My tongue skipped past her pussy again, this time moving upward to her belly. She ground her hips towards me, raised her ass off the bed, and let out a soft moan.
“What do you want, baby?” I whispered, moving between her legs again, blowing gently against her wet pink skin. She knew what I wanted her to say, what I needed her to say.
“Fuck me, please,” she groaned and stared at me with hungry eyes.
My mouth lowered to her clit, sucked it into my mouth, and sucked hard enough to make her come on command if I hadn’t let it go. Her moans grew louder and louder as I shoved my fingers inside her warmth. I worked them in and out as she pushed hard against my hand.
“Fuck me,” she screamed.
I slid up her body and gripped my cock, teasing her clit while my fingers continued to work in and out. Her hand reached between us and gripped mine tightly, pulling it from between her legs, then licking her juices from my fingers. Soon, she gripped my cock with the same aggression, shoving it between her swollen la
bia. My heart raced with excitement, and my cock swelled almost painfully as she took on a dominance I had never seen from her before.
“That’s right, baby. Take what you want.”
She growled and arched her hips, impaling herself on me even deeper. The pressure soothed my ache, and I thrust hard into her, finally giving her what she had begged for.
She looked into my eyes and I into hers and felt nothing but love. But as soon as my eyes were closed, I pictured Caroline’s smile, her full breasts and felt her touch.
I hated myself.
My cock throbbed and twitched as it dove deeper and deeper into Whitney’s sweet pussy, the only one my cock had ever felt. Fuck, or ever would.
What is wrong with you, Calvin?
I couldn’t stay focused, and my erection started to slip away as I stared into Whitney’s innocent eyes. She felt so good, so perfect, why was I having these thoughts? I was a bastard, a horrible bastard.
“Are you okay?” she asked softly. Oh shit, she knows my erection is fading.
“I’m good,” I assured her and lowered my mouth onto hers. Our kiss pulled some blood back into my main vein, and I felt it come back to life. I wandered to her breast where I sucked and tugged at her perfect hard nipples, thrusting harder.
My eyes closed, and I concentrated on keeping my cock hard, focusing on the sweet taste of her nipple and the tightness and warmth that her pussy offered.
When my thoughts drifted to Caroline, I pushed them away only to be replaced by the brunette’s perfectly shaved pussy. I remembered how it looked bent over Ace’s lap and how soft her flesh felt against my fingers. My cock throbbed as I thought about how it would have felt to just slide them in one time.
Whitney’s moans were growing, and her body shook, and her legs trembled as she contracted against my cock. I exploded with her, feeling like an ass for thinking of another woman.
It was the first time I ever had, and certainly, the first time I ever needed to. I’d never had a problem getting off.
“I love you,” she whispered in my ear.
“I love you too,” I gasped and then rolled to my back and thought about how big of an ass I was.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Calvin
The big day finally arrived, and my nerves were on fire, burning under my skin. Ace had already planned a huge party to celebrate at his house after the game because he was one hundred percent certain we would win.
“Dropped ten grand on the party,” he said right before the game, then warned, “So, don’t fuck up out there, kid.”
My nerves began to sizzle.
I took a moment to myself, gathering my thoughts and pulling myself together after the coach had pumped everyone up with a pep talk that sounded more like screaming than anything else. Everyone was psyched, not just us, but the fans, and even the other team who planned on pissing on the new dawgs in town.
Ace jumped up in my face, letting out a roar as he pounded on his chest, “Beasts!” His breath smelled of whiskey. From the night before, I could only hope.
We took the field and listened as the fans divided their cheers and boos equally. I had already prepared myself for that, so I shook it off quickly and took my place on the mound. I could barely hear the announcer as he called out the names of the players, but I did hear my own name which sent my nerves into a further frenzy. This was it. The fat lady had already sung the anthem, and the first pitch was thrown out by none other than the owner Rhett Hamilton himself.
Time to play ball!
My first pitch was a ball, the second a foul. I took a deep breath and tried to settle down, throwing a fastball which resulted in a base hit. My heart sank as I rolled the ball around my fingers, looking for the seams. My eyes drifted to the seats behind home plate where Whitney and Holly were both cheering us on. I stared at the catcher, finally agreed on the next pitch, nodded and let the ball roll from my arm towards the batter. He swung. He missed. “Strike one!” the umpire yelled, and my confidence rose out of its snooze.
That inning resulted in nothing more than the lonely player on first base, and my team went wild as they rushed me from the field. By the sixth inning, I’d found my groove and was striking out players one by one as they took their place at bat. Some of the players were ones I’d watched and admired for years. It felt surreal to be out there on the field with them, but fucking incredible to watch them walk back to the dugout defeated.
I glanced towards the sky box to the left of the owners. The glass was tinted to reflect the glare of the sun, but I thought I could see a glimpse of blonde hair on one of the female shadows that waved an arm in the air. My thoughts drifted to Caroline, and then to Whitney with instant guilt. I pushed everything from my mind and focused on each batter as they approached. I knew them all, had studied them and watched them play. I knew their weaknesses and their strengths and worked that to my advantage with each pitch.
I was replaced after the seventh inning, the coach walking out to the mound to save my arm. “Terrific job, Calvin,” he said as he took the ball from me and motioned for my replacement. “Helluva job. Couldn’t have asked for anything more.”
The crowd roared as I walked off the field, the score of 8-0 shining on the board. I hadn’t allowed any runs, and one of those eight belonged to me. I took in the moment, still unable to believe I was here. That I’d made it, and done a damn good job.
Two innings later, my first major league game was over, and it had sucked watching the last of it from the sidelines. But I’d thrown my hundred pitches, and it was time to rest my arm so I would be fit to throw a hundred more. Again and again and again.
The game was over, 8-2. We won, we fucking won!
Marty patted me on the back and congratulated me while Ace snatched me off my feet from behind. I was filled with adrenaline, my body aching to let out a roar and my mind racing as reporters shoved microphones and cameras in my face.
The locker room was chaotic, and as coach Griffin tried to congratulate us, the team went wild. I watched as he shook his head and laughed before giving up his speech and leaving us to celebrate in our own way.
“Are you going to Ace’s party?” Marty asked.
“Yeah,” I said, stripping out of my sweaty uniform. “Are you?”
He shrugged. “They get pretty wild. I may skip this one.”
I figured Ace’s parties would be wild, hell everything about the man was wild. I had waited my entire life to be a part of this world, and that included the wild side, the winning side.
There was no way in hell I was going to miss out on this.
Whitney rushed to my side as I exited the field and jumped into my arms. “You did it!” she squealed.
“We did it,” I corrected her. “I wouldn’t be here without you.”
I knew that was true. She pushed me to keep going long after I wanted to quit. When my old man passed away, I lost my drive, but Whitney kept me on track by telling me he was watching and waiting for me to make it to the big leagues.
“Don’t let him down,” she would whisper in my ear before a big game that entire year while I grieved the man who’d raised me with an iron but loving fist.
“We’re all heading to Ace’s now,” I told her.
Her face wrinkled, and she bit her bottom lip, and not in her usual sexy way. “Do we have to stay long?”
This was my first major league game, my first major league win, and my first major league party. I didn’t want to be put on a fucking curfew!
“Babe, we’re celebrating, I have no idea how long we’ll be there,” I said, standing my ground like Ace always told me to. Break her in right, he would say.
“I just figured it might be a little wild,” she whined.
“Holly will be there,” I assured her and then turned to talk to Rhett who’d just walked up to congratulate me on a great game.
“I’ll see you two at Ace’s,” he said, then moved on to talk to a reporter waiting at the exit.
“See, everyo
ne’s going,” I pointed out to Whitney. “Let’s just go and have fun.”
She didn’t look entirely convinced that going to one of Ace’s notorious parties would be fun, at least not her kind of fun. I shot her a grin, one that she couldn’t resist and got her face to soften and even made her lips curl into a slight smile. “Fine,” she agreed.
She was quiet on the ride there, mostly just texting on her phone, to Holly I’m sure. I turned up the stereo and rolled down the windows, taking in every possible sensation I could in this glorious moment.
Cars lined the street leading up the Ace’s house. I pulled up to the valet station and handed them my keys while they opened the door for Whitney. “He hired a valet?” she asked, kinda sarcastic, but I knew she was at least a little bit impressed. I was.
We walked up the drive hand in hand and made our way to the front door. People were everywhere. Some of the women looked like they had been there for a while. Ace yelled from across the large room and waved us over. He had already changed into a pair of swim trunks and a clean baseball jersey.
“Have a drink,” he insisted, handing a red colored drink to Whitney and a shot of his ever-present Patrón to me. I waited while he poured his and then toasted to an amazing start to our first season. I was actually delighted to see Holly, knowing she was the only one Whitney really knew or liked there, and hoped it would put her in a better mood.
“Oh God, Ace made you a home run?” she asked, rolling her eyes at Ace as she smiled.
“What is it?” Whitney asked, sniffing the glass in her hand.
“Well, it basically turns you into a guaranteed homerun,” she explained and then giggled, slapping her thigh. “I’ve had two already.”
Whitney sipped the drink, but I could tell she wasn’t interested in loosening up in this environment. The back wall was nothing but windows that overlooked a large pool that took up much of the space. Women in skimpy bikinis played in the water. I wasn’t really checking out the women, but more so the players on my team who were judging a cannonball contest when Whitney tugged on my arm. I looked at her and was rewarded with a pretty shitty look.