by S A Clayton
“I want you to make me come. I need it,” I whine, hating myself for being so desperate but from the look in his eyes, he’s right there with me.
“And?” he asks, questioning me and making me groan in annoyance.
“Huh?” I ask, not paying attention to his words when his hands slowly make their way up my thighs, lightly trailing higher and higher, making me shake in anticipation.
“I want you,” he starts as he kisses my thigh. “To tell me.” His kisses grow softer the closer he gets to my pussy. “What you want me to do to you,” he grunts as he leans forward, his lips inches away from my core as my hips move on their own. I curse when his hands keep me in place, leaving me at his mercy.
“I need you to fucking touch me. Make me come,” I grunt through clenched teeth, as my hands find the back of his head and pull him closer.
“Fuck. Yes.” He groans as he lunges forward, his mouth attacking my core with everything he has. His tongue flicks my clit as I cry out, feeling his hands grab my ass and pull me closer toward his lips. That talented tongue of his lavishes me, making me quiver as the beginnings of an orgasm travel through my body. I start to ride his face, chasing the feeling that’s quickly rising inside me.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you taste fucking incredible,” he says against me as I push my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue enters me and my entire body weakens.
“Keep doing that… just like that,” I beg as he does exactly as I ask. His mouth fucking me as my entire body catches fire and when his thumb begins to swirl against my clit, I lose all semblance of reality.
I begin to moan unintelligibly as he whispers, “Come for me, Sunshine, come all over my face.”
And I do. I scream my release as my arms fall to my sides, hitting the door behind me as the shock waves hit one after the other. His tongue continues its ministrations until my body starts to calm down and I sink back against the door.
I reach for Josh, pulling him up as he stands in front of me. He bends and kisses me lightly, just enough for me to taste myself on his lips. It’s the hottest thing and ignites something inside me. I grab his neck, pulling him toward me, wanting more. So much more.
“Harper, if we don’t stop, we’ll never leave this apartment.”
I kiss down his jawline, traveling down his neck and smiling at the sounds coming from his chest.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” I ask, my hands making their way down the hard planes of his chest, stopping just before his belt. I’m about to get to the main event when he backs away, giving me that sexy smirk.
“I would love nothing more than to strip you naked and have you right here against this door.”
Damn, that image is enough to make any girl want to strip naked and say, yes please.
“Trust me, I’ve been thinking about nothing but what it would be like to fuck you since I left this apartment last week.”
I groan because I don’t know why he’s stopping this when we both want it.
“Then what’s stopping you?” I whine as my eyes leave his and look to the ground.
Josh steps forward and lightly grasps my face in his hands.
“Harper, you look incredible tonight. Trust me when I say that I want you just as bad as you want me right now. But I promised you a date and damn it, I’m going to give it to you. Even if every part of my body is hating me for it.” He kisses me lightly. “I just want to spend the night with you, get to know you outside the bedroom, okay?”
“But what about…” I eye his still hard erection and give him a lifted brow.
“I’ll be fine,” he says, adjusting himself. “Just try and not look so damn sexy or we’ll have to cut this night short,” he whispers with a wink.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” I admit as I make my way to the bathroom and clean up the mess he made, then head back into the living room and grab my clutch off the couch.
“You’re making it very hard to be a gentleman right now,” he growls as I look at his cock. Once he realizes what he just said, he kisses me again, opening the door behind me. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”
“Where are we going?” I ask as we get into Josh’s truck.
He smirks, winking as he shakes his head. “Not telling.”
I give him a look as he takes my hand and brings it to his lips. Should I tell him I hate surprises?
“Don’t worry.” His eyes meet my worried ones. “We’ll be there in less than five minutes.”
I squeeze his fingers as we drive silently, my heart pounding, trying to decipher where he’s taking me.
“We’re almost there, I promise. Trust me?” he asks as I give a slight nod, looking out the windows as the streetlights pass me by.
We drive in silence the rest of the way and I still have no idea where we’re going. The truck stops in front of an abandoned building and I turn to give Josh a questioning look as he smiles and just motions for me to get out of the truck. The chill of the late spring night slips through my jacket as I hold it tight against me.
“Cold?” he asks as he brings his arm around me, holding me closer. He tries to keep me warm by running his hand up and down my arm, and even though it’s not doing a damn thing for my exposed legs, it sure as hell heats up the rest of me.
“Just a little, I really didn’t think of the weather when I wore this dress,” I admit, wrapping my arm around his back and relishing being this close to him.
We stop just outside an enormous steel door and I look up at Josh, very confused.
“Well, you won’t need to worry about the cold soon.” He bends down and lightly kisses my lips. It takes all of my restraint not to take it further, but I’m curious to find out what he’s hiding behind that door. “You look beautiful,” he murmurs as he touches his forehead to mine. He’s just about to kiss me again when the door opens and reveals a hulking, very aggressive-looking man who stands in front of us. I tense as Josh chuckles to himself as he squeezes my hip. When I see that smile on his lips, I start to relax.
“Hey Scott, everything ready?” Josh asks as Scott stays motionless. He just slightly nods and motions with his chin for us to enter.
I exhale when the door closes behind us and the warmth of the room seeps into my skin.
“Where are we?” I look around and there’s nothing but darkness except for a small light in the distance.
I become more and more confused as Josh takes my hand and leads me toward a flight of stairs I didn’t notice were to our right. He still doesn’t say a word or answer my questions as we walk up toward a landing.
“Josh, come on, where are we?” I beg, hating that I haven’t figured it out yet.
“I wanted to do something special, so…” He opens yet another enormous steel door and when my eyes adjust to what’s in front of me, I’m speechless. We’re on the roof and the view is absolutely breathtaking. I can see across the city skyline and a sense of calm settles over my entire body. There are fairy lights all around me, hanging from rods and attached to every surface imaginable. Yet what causes my breath to catch is the small table for two that sits right in the middle of a sea of candles.
I spin, looking at Josh who does nothing to hide the grin that lights up his face. “You did all of this for me?” I slowly turn back and take in the view one more time.
“I would do just about anything for you,” he says quietly as he intertwines our fingers, leading me toward the table. He’s made me speechless, something that doesn’t come naturally and makes me question everything I thought I knew about guys like him. No one has ever done something this romantic for me, ever.
We reach the table as he lets go of my hand only to take my chair and pull it out from underneath the table, motioning for me to sit. When I do, he pushes the chair in as his lips lightly graze the back of my neck, making me shiver in anticipation.
“This is incredible,” I whisper, my eyes still taking in everything and wondering how he got all of this done so quickly. “How
did you pull this off?”
He sits down across from me as that familiar smirk crosses his lips.
“I have connections,” he teases.
Of course he does. I notice there are heating lamps placed strategically all over the roof and I’m grateful. Being cold and not being able to concentrate on the man in front of me is not my idea of a romantic date.
“Mr. Bigshot showing off on the first date,” I joke, loving the megawatt smile that lights up his entire face. “I love it,” I say before thinking better of it.
“Really?”
He seems so unsure of himself at this moment and I don’t know what to do with this part of his personality. I’m so used to the confident Josh, the one that knows what he wants and goes for it. This is new.
“I was worried it would be a little over the top for a first date.”
He’s not wrong, it’s over the top but I like it. It shows what kind of man he really is.
“Normally I would say yes, but we’ve been dancing around each other for so long and you had your head between my legs just a few minutes ago, so I kind of think of this as a second date.” We both laugh just as the door opens and Scott comes over with our food. As it’s placed down in front of me I breathe in the scent of steak, mashed potatoes, and vegetables which all make my stomach growl.
“I’m guessing you approve of the food?” he asks, taking a large bite of his steak.
“Are you kidding? This girl is on a first name basis with steak. This looks delicious,” I admit before I dig in.
“Good.”
I take a bite out of my steak and moan once the juices hit my tongue. This is by far the best steak I have ever had. My eyes meet Josh’s eyes as a serious expression crosses his face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, placing my knife and fork back down on the table.
Josh just shakes his head, muttering, “You have no idea, do you?”
I look over at him, very confused. “No idea about what?”
He smirks, leaning on the table and taking one of my hands in his. “The effect you have on me. Those sounds you’re making, the way your lips wrap around that fork… you’re making it extremely hard to stay on this side of the table.”
I blush, wanting nothing more than for him to continue what we left behind at my apartment.
“Well, if the rest of the night goes as well as this, you might just get lucky,” I joke, picking up my fork and digging in once more.
“I can only hope.” He gives me an easy smile and I realize how comfortable this feels. I never knew a conversation with a man could feel like this. As if we’ve known each other our entire lives and nothing is awkward.
“How was your road trip?” I ask, needing to steer the conversation away from the fact that I want to strip him naked.
“Long. We played well, I feel like I got my timing back around game three, which was a great feeling.”
I nod, smiling as he continues.
“But I will admit I’ve never hated a road trip more in my life.” Leaning into the table, his eyes bore into mine as I blush scarlet.
“I know what you mean.” I take another bite of my food and try to keep the moan suppressed for the sake of both of us. “So, tell me how you started playing baseball?” I know most of what he’s going to say since I’ve stalked his Wikipedia page more often than I care to admit, but I still want to hear what he has to say.
“I grew up in a very small town in Alabama, population of six thousand people.”
I know that and give him a small smile.
“There were a lot of opportunities for me to go down the wrong path, hanging out with the wrong crowd, especially after my dad left.” A shadow passes over his eyes, knowing this is the part of the conversation he’s not looking forward to, but I ask anyway.
“What happened to your dad?” Our eyes meet and from the look of understanding, he knows I’m only asking because I want to know him.
“He went to prison. He was involved in an armed robbery, he shot someone, and they died later in the hospital.”
I gasp because that was definitely not on the internet.
“How old were you?”
“Seven or eight?”
Jesus, that’s young. I thought losing my dad the way I did was hard, but knowing your dad could knowingly kill someone like that? That’s hard. I stare into his eyes, searching for something because I never knew our childhood could be so similar.
“That must have been hard on your mom.” Thinking of my own mother and how she couldn’t handle anything after my dad died.
“It was at first, but we both realized that life was much better without him. He wasn’t the nicest man, so when he was gone, it felt like life was lighter, you know?”
I nod, even though I have no idea what that feeling is like. Losing my dad ripped a hole in my soul that no matter how much time passed, can never be filled.
“So, a year after he went to prison, my mom caught me hanging out with some kids that were bad news. And since she didn’t want me to turn into my father, she put me into as many after-school programs as she could. And baseball stuck. I loved it and my mom loved that it took up all my free time.” The smile that lights up his face tells me that his love for the sport hasn’t diminished over the years.
“Were you always a third baseman?” It’s a question I’ve wanted to ask since we met. I’ve heard stories of players switching positions throughout their careers.
“Nope. I actually started as a pitcher and I was actually pretty good. But when puberty hit and I had a growth spurt, I found that my velocity changed, and I wasn’t as powerful. So, my coach asked if I wanted to switch to third base since my reflexes were still on point. I agreed and the rest is history, I guess.”
I love this side of him. I’ve always loved baseball, and talking to my dad was very different than talking to Josh. Dad always took the game so seriously, and for good reason. He was always trying to improve and get better, but Josh just loves the game and wants to be a part of it in any capacity, very much like me.
We spend the rest of dinner talking about his family. The fact that he and his mom are extremely close, and I shut down the sense of jealousy I feel when he tells me that he talks to her almost every day. He’s an only child but says that his teammates have always felt like brothers, and they annoy him just as much as real brothers would.
When dinner is cleared, and Scott comes back with dessert, my mouth starts to water as I look down at the chocolate lava cake that now sits in front of me.
“What about you?” he asks, snapping me back to reality as I look over at him, confused. “I know you wanted to be in sports medicine, but was that your only dream? Or did you want to do something else?”
I can’t believe he remembered.
“No, I originally wanted to be a journalist, I even took a semester of school for it.” That feeling of shame comes crawling back up my spine at the thought of that being another thing I quit, even though I thought it was my dream.
“What happened?”
“My last assignment was an article featuring interviews with some local live broadcasters. But during my first interview, I realize that they had only agreed to the interview because of my last name.”
“What do you mean?”
“The minute I went into their office and introduced myself as Harper Stevens, their eyes went big and I spent the entire time dodging questions about my dad instead of the real reason I was there. They wanted to know what my life was like after he died, how it happened and what it was like finding him. It was at that moment I realized that I didn’t want my entire career to be a constant reminder of what I lost. I wanted to make my own way and not rely on my name to get me there.”
He leans forward and slips his hand into mine.
“Do you get those questions often? About your dad, I mean?” His eyes are sad, something I’m used to but not from him.
“More than you would think. Especially since I work at the gym. We get people
that come in all the time just to see if I actually work there, and they always ask the same damn questions.”
The look of confusion crosses his face and I find it endearing that he seems to forget what media people are like.
“What it was like to find him, what my life has been like living in his shadow…” I trail off, the shock on his face evident.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that with me.”
I raise an eyebrow. That was not what I expected him to say.
“Harper, if you want to talk more about him, about what happened, you can, but you don’t need to. It’s that simple.”
My stomach flips because no one has ever said something like that to me before. This man is making it very hard not to fall head over heels for him. He gives me a smile as he brings my hands up and brushes his lips over my fingers. I take a deep breath and give him a small smile.
“Thanks,” I say, feeling utterly infatuated. I’m falling hard and way too fast.
17
Josh
“What movie do you wanna see?” I ask as we stand outside the movie theater, staring at the revolving door in front of us. After dessert I asked if she wanted to see a movie, I didn’t really care what movie we saw, all I wanted was for the night to continue.
Harper studies the board like there will be a quiz at the end of the night, and I grin as her bottom lip gets trapped between her teeth. It takes all of my strength not to groan at the sight. All I can picture are those lips and what they would look like wrapped around my cock.
“What do you want to see?” she asks innocently, and I have to continue to shake the dirty thoughts out of my head.
“Whatever you want…” There’s hesitance in my own voice and she grins, knowing that I don’t actually mean that. I would prefer she pick something that doesn’t involve a girl falling in love with a boy from a small town.
“So, Midnight to Paris is okay with you?” she teases but apparently I don’t have as good a poker face as I thought, because she bursts out laughing. “I’m just kidding. Calm down. You look like I just told you I was going to kill your firstborn or something.” The relief is instant as I take her hand in mine.
