Baseball Star Edition (The Seduction Game, #2)

by Nicole Jennings

  “Let’s get out of here,” his smile never waivers as he brings the engine to life. “Yup, my manager is gonna kill me and it’s only spring training.”

  “Worth it,” I reply in a cheery voice.

  “Definitely.” He lays a strong hand on my knee and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

  The ride starts rather quiet, the only sound is the top forties channel, playing music quietly in the background. I won’t comment on his musical selection, maybe he turned it to that station to impress me.

  A song comes on that apparently he likes and his fingers begin to tap and travel over my inner thigh in time with the tempo. Gooseflesh prickles over my legs in an excited response and the hammering in my chest drowns out the radio. If this song, and his teasing, doesn’t end soon I may explode.

  “Okay, you have to stop.” I gasp and place my hand over his in an effort to still it.

  “Why?” His head tilts questioning me, eyes still on the road. Then I feel his hand slide under the hem of my dress and nails run down and back up my leg roughly.

  I hiss and bite my lip. “Because, I can do this.” With his hand still between my legs I lean over and lay a kiss on his neck. There’s a few days’ worth of facial hair growth covering his jawline, it feels rough and wonderful scratching against my face.

  “Nope, not buying it. What else you got?” He encourages, and his fingers begin to trace the outline of my panties.

  Patience is not one of my virtues and he is testing what little I have. When I begin to nibble on his earlobe, he rubs his finger over my panties. I dive into his neck, sucking and biting and nibbling on his earlobe, anything to make him give me more. His hand freezes momentarily, and then he pushes my lace panties out of the way and dips a finger inside of me.

  While he works me into a frenzy, I leave moist kisses down his neck, and across his collarbone before slowly blowing back over the area. His fingers curl in response and cause me to let out an audible moan.

  If this car ride lasts much longer, I’m going to go insane. My palm runs down the length of his body until I reach the bulge in his pants. His hips lift in silent answer to my groping question.

  I must know what he is packing inside of those jeans right now. Slow and teasing, I unzip them and slide my hand inside. When I wrap my fingers around him I’m shocked, he’s larger than average. My breathing picks up and so does his, he also presses the gas pedal further down accelerating.

  “Mmm, when’s the last time you fooled around in a car?” I murmur into his ear.

  “While it’s moving? Hard . . . Hard to say,” he grunts and places both hands on the steering wheel.

  “Hard, indeed.” My head dips down and I take him in my mouth.

  “Oh God,” he whispers and grabs a fistful of my hair. “I’m torn on whether to tell you we are almost there, or just park and let you keep going,”

  I’ve yet to kiss those lips that I’ve been fantasizing about, but soon. Soon I will have all of him.

  “I’m pretty sure we’d have more fun inside,” I suggest. A little foreplay in his massive truck is one thing, but I don’t want to spend my entire sexual escapade in it. I hope he was kidding.

  He cuts the engine and takes my face in between his large hands, crushing his lips to mine. The strength, yet softness in them is intoxicating and I want nothing more than to consume them until I’m thoroughly drunk.

  He pulls away from the kiss and my body tingles in anticipation. “Shall we?” he asks, and I nod a response.

  As I step out of the truck, I take in the vastness of the house for the first time. An enormous two-story stucco building stands in front of me.

  “It’s the team house, some of us stay here during spring training.” He smiles at me and swoops down, picking me up and cradling me in his arms.

  “Hey dude,” a guy sitting on the couch greets my Baseball Star when he walks inside.

  “Hey, can’t talk,” he returns the other guys greeting and I hear his keys hitting the wooden coffee table with a loud clink.

  The room smells of Italian cooking, with a slight hint of male. My stomach grumbles at the deliciousness of it all.

  “There’s leftovers if you two get hungry, remember to stay hydrated also,” the guy shouts after us as he carries me into his room and closes the door.

  Inside the dark room, he tosses me onto the queen sized bed and I slide back on the satin sheets. The only light comes from the street light outside, casting a shadowy orange glow in the room.

  As my eyes adjust to the darkness I can see a silhouette of him in front of the window, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, doing a strip tease. My breathing catches in my chest as I watch. Large rounded shoulders appear, followed by chiseled arms, the street light highlights his muscles.

  I bite my lip, the anticipation killing me. The ghost of a memory of his fingers inside of me still lingers, but I’m alone on the bed, watching and waiting. My hand trails up my leg, in the same manner as his did earlier and I begin to pleasure myself as he slides his jeans down over his boxer briefs. Damn that’s sexy.

  In a flash, he is hovering over me in the bed. “I didn’t say you could do that,” he commands and grabs my wrists pulling my hands above my head.

  ***

  Her silky hair that tickled my stomach, the scent of flowers from whatever she is wearing, and her warm mouth sliding around my cock, made me want to come in the car. Hell, I almost did, but I stopped her. Delayed pleasure is the Karma Sutra way. It’s also the gentleman way, ladies first. But, I can taunt her with a little strip tease first.

  When she trailed her hand down the length of her body, and back up her leg, playing with herself, my balls tightened. The glow of the light outside highlighted her raven hair making her sexy as hell. I needed to be inside of her now. I need to possess her like no one ever has before.

  “I didn’t say you could do that. If you try that again I’ll have to restrain you.” The thought of her tied to my bed, helpless to my every whim arouses me more than I thought possible.

  Her chest heaved with every breath and she pressed her body up against mine. “I don’t think you will,” she challenges me and pulls her hand out of my grasp. I was only partially teasing, but she wants it. There is a wicked smile on her face.

  Next thing I know, long slender fingers were teasing my balls. I looked down and saw her other hand back between her own legs, dress hitched up around her hips. That was my job.

  Her wrists are tiny enough for me to grab both in one hand. I pin them over her head and thrust my hips down on her. “I told you that you’d be punished if you tried that again,”

  She thrusts her hip into mine eagerly, as she hisses though her teeth.

  “Then punish me,” She raises up to kiss me but I back away. She doesn’t want to give up control, but she will. My hand slides down her body and I pull her dress over her head. When I let go of her wrists she instantly reaches to touch me.

  “Bad girls must learn a lesson, no touching. Me, or yourself.” I say retraining her hands again. “Damn, my belt is too far away,”

  Her eyes grow wide and she stops gyrating her hips against me. “Belt?”

  “Guess I’ll just have to make due with what’s here,” I grab ahold of her little black lace panties and give them a hard yank down her legs.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, but there is an excitement in her voice. It rings though as I place her hands behind the railing of my bed and tie them together with her panties.

  “Teaching you patience,”

  “But I need to—” her hips thrust upward but I silence her, covering her mouth with my lips. She tastes of wine and sex. I deepen the kiss and she sighs as her arms flex, bound behind her she is struggling to hold still.

  “Not yet,” I run my hands down her body. Using only my fingertips I lightly trace the contours of her collarbone, down to her breast, slipping her bra off as I go. Gooseflesh ripples under my light caress and her pert little nipples grow hard as I flick them with my
tongue.

  Further down I travel, tracing the outline of each rib, and across her stomach. She squirms under me, and the headboard creaks a strain when I place my head between her legs.

  ***

  “Please,” I beg. Not being able to reach out and grab him, I’m forced to lay still. It heightens my awareness of him on top of me. Every touch feels like an electric jolt through my body and into my core.

  His fingers run over my body so gently but I am aware of every ounce of contact they make. He’s still wearing his boxer briefs and his ass sticks up in the air almost comically, when his head dips between my legs. Baseball players always have the nicest asses. His was no exception.

  When his tongue makes contact with my sensitive skin I lose it. My hands ache to touch something and my body aches for him. “Yes, oh yes,” I cry out and pull on my restraints. He’s made a decent knot though.

  Wrapping my legs around him, I push him further into me, begging, needing more and he complies. A low throaty moan passes his lips and he places a finger back inside of me. The new sensation causes my legs to tremble and my breathing becomes labored.

  He rises up and plants a moist kiss firmly on my lips before I’m ready for him to be finished. “Have you learned your lesson in patience?”

  I nod, “Yes.” I’m afraid if I tell him to keep going, for fear that he will keep me restrained.

  One quick tug and he’s removed my restraints allowing me to touch him again. Now it’s my turn to make him pay. I sit up and pushed him on his back and crawled back over him, letting the tips of my breast run over his hips and chest. My fingers slid inside the elastic band of his underwear and I pulled them down and from the base of his balls I lick upward to the tip of his cock.

  “No,” he says in a voice almost as firm as his erection.

  “You don’t like it?” My feelings are admittedly hurt.

  I’ve never had anyone say no to oral sex before.

  “No more, come here.” He pulls me on top of him and teases my entrance with his erection.

  “Do you have a condom?” I whisper in his ear. He grunts and grabs my hips, holding me to him as he fumbles around in his bedside table. His neck is so enticing that I have to nibble on the contracted muscles as I rub him with my hand. I’m sure it’s making his task more difficult. I hear a few items hit the floor before he produces the small foil square.

  He pushes me back on the bed and enters me, hard. I scream out, the feeling is intense, after all of the teasing while being restrained, my nerves are on edge and my body is eager to accept him.

  His large muscular arm wraps around my waist pulling me into him, and him further into me. “Is this what you wanted?” he pants.

  “God, yes. More,” I cry and finally get to rake my nails down his large shoulders, over his back and I grab onto his buttocks.

  A hiss passes through his lips, but I don’t care that I’m being rough, he’s being rough with me and I love it.

  I push him back, needing to be in more control and straddle him, slowly at first, rolling my hips on top of him, I build momentum as I go. My Baseball Star’s head tilts back as his breathing quickens. Our panting breaths keep rhythm with the motion of my hips. His large hand roams over my breast and he pinches my nipple. I moan again and rock hard against his throbbing erection.

  “Yes baby, like that,” he murmurs and I oblige him, harder and faster.

  I am close now and can’t contain myself, my moans grow louder and I burry my head into his neck to hopefully muffle some of the noise. Acutely aware there is still someone in the next room.

  “Oh God, baby you’re so wet,” he says, attempting some dirty talk. It may not be the most original, but damn, it turns me on even more nonetheless.

  “You’re making me that way,” I pant.

  “Just the way I like it,” My Baseball Star takes control and places one hand on my stomach, the other on the small of my back and he moves me over him at the speed he likes. Pressing down on my stomach, I can somehow feel more of him inside of me and I lose control. I scream and grab onto his arms for support as my orgasm washes over me.

  He pulls out and lies me down on the bed, placing soft kisses over my heated neck and chest. There is a vacant feeling between my legs and I want him back inside.

  “Turn over,” he demands as he grabs my hips and pulls me back off the bed. I oblige him and get on my hands and knees, wiggling my butt in a taunting manner.

  I can feel him at my entrance and I sway my hips away from him.

  “Stop that,” he says, not impressed, and his hand comes down hard on my backside.

  “Yes,” I coo and back into him, letting him enter me again.

  He pushes my back down so my ass is further in the air and smacks me again in the same spot, it stings, but excites me at the same time. Every thrust goes deeper, and this new position he’s placed me in allows him to hit new sensations in me. I have to grab onto the edge of the bed for support.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I barely have a chance to get out my response before he pulls my hips back against him.

  When I begin to swivel my hips and push against him, his grunts turn into full moans and soon after I feel his fingers dig into my sides when his erection pulses as he comes.

  I turn back around to face him and he cups my cheeks in his hands and kisses me gently, letting his lips linger on mine. When he pulls away, my lips tingle. He places another kiss on the back of my hand and settles down next to me.

  Slick with sweat from our exertion, we lay side by side trying to steady our breathing. The pounding pulse in my veins slowly subsides.

  “I remember something about food in the kitchen, are you interested in finding out what’s out there?” He asks after a few minutes of silence.

  “It smelled like pasta.” My hormonal needs satisfied, my stomach grumbles indicating it’s time to pay attention to its needs.

  He laughs, “Come on then, let’s grab something to eat.”

  I grab the closest article of clothing and slip it on over my bare shoulders. His blue button down shirt. When I slip on my panties they slide back down my hips and land around my ankles. I grimace. “Well, I guess these are no good anymore,” I say and toss them into his waste basket. They have been stretched out too far from being used as a restraint.

  He laughs, a carefree sound, and pulls on his own, unmolested underwear before moving toward the door.

  No one is sitting in the living room when we emerge, to my relief. His hand slips under my shirttail and rests on my bottom as he guides me into the kitchen.

  “It looks like you’re right, chicken parmesan.” He pulls the container of leftovers out of the refrigerator and his eyebrows shoot up excited. I lean against the counter admiring the view, as he prepares a plate of leftovers and places it in the microwave.

  His back is wrapped in muscle, and just as defined as his chest and arms. His chest is bulky from years of pitching, and covered with a light dusting of hair, just enough to tickle a bit when he is pressed up against my naked body.

  My inner thigh becomes moist at the recent memory, but the microwave beep pulls me out of my daydream.

  He pulls out a heaping plate of pasta and gives it an expert twirl on his fork before offering the bite to me. I giggle like a silly schoolgirl and eagerly take the bite.

  “Mmm, this is good, even for leftovers. Someone really knows how to cook,” I say in between bites.

  “That’s my roommate, he comes from an Italian family, so I think it’s in his blood to keep us all fed.”

  “All, how many roommates do you have?” My eyes dart around the room, hoping no one else is here.

  “Four, some of the guys have families so they have their own homes, and some of us crash here.”

  “Wow, five guys living here. I must confess I’m impressed it’s clean.”

  “Teams rules for the house, keeps us from becoming slobs. I must confess, you’re a bit of an anomaly here, we should
get you back into hiding,” he says finishing off the last of the pasta. “We don’t see many women here with our schedule. I’m afraid one of the other guys is gonna come out and try to steal you away.”

  “Not a chance,” I grin and wrap my arms around his waist. “I’m all yours tonight.”

  He grunts. “Me man, take woman back to cave.” With that, I am swooped off my feet and he carries me over his shoulder back into the room.

  With a full belly and exhaustion setting in I quickly drift off to sleep. The last thing I remember is my Baseball Star kissing my forehead.

  An obnoxious alarm wakes me from pleasant dreams, my eyes shoot open and momentarily I forget where I am. The firm male back groping around on the nightstand to turn off the alarm reminds me I’m still in the bed with my Baseball Star.

  Goal accomplished.

  “Does this mean we have to get up now?” I groan and run my hand across his shoulder. He turns to face me.

  “No, but soon, I have to go to training, but you can stay longer and sleep,” he suggests. It thrills me that he’s not making me leave with him.

  Lying on our side, facing each other, he runs a hand up over my breast and back down my side, landing between my legs. I part them giving him access, and his finger slides in testing.

  “Mmmm, someone is still wet for me,” he moans. His lips find mine in the dark and he pulls my leg over him, positing himself at my entrance. Ever so slowly, he enters me again, and even more slowly pulls back out.

  My senses wake in an instant as he continues his measured thrusts. After the vigorous, animalistic night we just had, it’s painful, but in a good way, like getting a massage the day after a grueling workout.

  My breath starts to come in shallow rapid bursts and I’m feeling more turned on by these slow motions, they allow me to feel everything inside of me. The position on my side doesn’t permit much movement and I need more of him. So I push him onto his back and begin to ride him, keeping the slow pace. I let my hair fall in a curtain around his face, concealing us inside. He reaches up to bring my face down to his and kisses me. My lips part and he deepens the kiss. Before I know what’s going on, he’s grabbed my hips and in a smooth motion, never disconnecting from me, has me on my back. His pace picks up and I arch my back asking for more.