“Suck,” he said. “I want you to know how good you taste. I'm going to devour you, but not yet.”
I opened my mouth and leaned up to suck all of me from him. The hooded look in his eyes had me sucking hard around his finger. The man I was seeing was so different from the other times we had been together. It was as if we were both giving into exactly what we were feeling in that moment. I never thought I'd want to be treated rough instead of soft and sweet, but I wanted him as rough as I could get him. I knew that I would want so much more of that in the future. I'd come hard with him so many times, but there was something so different and intense with what was happening then.
He pulled his finger from my mouth and reached for the hem of his t-shirt. Just as he lifted it above his head, I pulled my hands forward and ran my fingers up his chest. His hand caught my wrists and he growled into the air. I felt goosebumps move from the spot he held down my arms. He held my arms above my head and smiled down at me.
“I said above your head, baby,” he said sternly. “Now I'll tie them there.”
“What?” I asked.
“I wanted to take you nice and slow like always,” he began, as I felt his shirt move across my hand just before feeling a tug on my wrists. “You weren't having it. You couldn't wait for my cock. You even begged for it. I'm going to give you my cock, Carrie. When I do, I'm going to fuck you so damn hard. I'm going to make you come over and over until you beg me to stop. I have so much time to make up for, and tonight I have you all to myself. You have no idea how many times I stroked my shaft while I thought about all of the things I've wanted to do to you. Tonight, I get to do as many of them as I can. I plan for you to see that my cock is the only one that can satisfy you. You're it for me, baby. You're mine, and you will be forever.”
When his hands moved softly down my arms, I pulled at my hands, but they didn't move. He'd really tied them to something. Oh shit, I thought. What was up with him? It only took one second of his hands on me before the fear faded. He was my man, and I knew he'd never hurt me.
“You said you want my cock,” he said.
Then he undid the button on his jeans. My eyes were glued to his hand, as he lowered the zipper and his cock sprang free. I couldn't help but moan at the sight of him. He was rock hard and magnificent. I didn't realize I was licking my lips until I noticed his eyes following my tongue. I looked down at his cock and then back to his eyes.
“Fuck,” I said before taking a deep breath.
When he scooted forward with his shaft in his hand, I thought I was going to come instantly. He began moving his hand up and down it, and I could hear my breathing getting deeper. I watched him until he was just in front of my lips. Then my tongue darted out to catch the drip that had just escaped him. I continued moving my tongue around his tip as he stroked himself. It was seriously the most erotic thing I'd ever seen in my life. I moved forward to take him into my mouth, but he pulled back a bit.
“You want this?” he asked.
I nodded.
“What?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
I clenched my thighs together when he gripped it harder. He looked down at me with a smile.
“You like this, don't you?” he asked. “You like watching me stroke it.”
“Yes,” I answered.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes,” I said again.
“Were do you want it?” he asked.
“I want to taste you,” I said.
He moved forward just a tad, and my tongue moved out to lick across him. I caught myself pulling my arms above my head and groaned when they didn't move.
“Does it taste good?” he asked.
“I want to taste more,” I said.
“More what?” he asked.
He was enjoying the torture way too much.
“More of you,” I said.
He watched my tongue lick him, as he continued to move his hand up and down his shaft.
“Scott,” I snapped.
“Yes, baby,” he said.
Not in a million years did I ever think I would beg to suck his dick, but there I was.
“I need you in my mouth,” I said. “I want to suck your cock.”
I could see the satisfied look on his face as he leaned forward.
“Then suck it, baby,” he said.
I opened my mouth and wrapped it around him. He moved forward, and I took him in until I could feel him touch my throat. He backed off a bit until I relaxed around him. I'd sucked his dick before, but that was different. I wasn't touching him, and I wasn't the one in control. He was moving in and out of my mouth, and it was something I definitely wanted to do again. I looked up at him as he continued moving in and out of my mouth. His head fell back, and his fingers dove into my hair as he fucked my mouth. I knew he was about to lose it. There was no way he was pulling away from me. Just when he lifted his head, I sucked him hard.
“Fuck, Carrie,” he moaned.
Oh yeah, I thought. You're not the only one that wants to hear their name loud.
I lifted my head and began sucking and licking him. He lifted up, held my head, and moaned my name as burst after burst shot from him, right into my throat. I swallowed all of it and licked every bit of him clean before he pulled himself from my mouth.
“Shit,” he said. “I didn't want to come in your mouth.”
I smiled up at him.
“You little,” he started before stopping himself. “You did that on purpose.”
“I wanted all of you,” I said.
He moved down my body, grabbed my thighs in his hands, and spread my legs wide.
“Wider, baby,” he said. “I want to see all of you.”
I opened wide for him and heard his breathing deepen.
“You're so wet,” he said, as he looked up my body to my eyes.
“I've missed you,” I said. “You taste so damn good.”
Before I knew it, he had my legs in his hands and his face buried between them. His tongue wasted no time diving in deep and fast. He lifted my hips and was reaching that magical spot with his tongue. I was crying out and moving against his face. Then I was tugging harder at my hands to try to get to him. I let them fall in defeat and continued grinding my pussy against his face. He wasn't letting up one bit. When I shot off, I saw stars. Sex was good with him, but I'd never seen black before. I was crying out his name and who knew what else. When I was finally done, my body was sore and I could barely put two words together.
I opened my eyes to see him looking down on me like I was his prey. He pulled his jeans down his legs and off. Then he hovered over me, moved my legs apart again with his knee, and was at my entrance. I was finally going to have him inside of me. With one hand on each side of my head, he looked down into my eyes and thrust into me. I cried out so loud, I thought for sure someone was going to hear us. It was a good thing we were alone. My back arched and my hips moved in rhythm with his. I pulled at my arms again and let out a growl of my own.
“I need to touch you, Scott,” I said. “Please let me touch you.”
He reached up and unbound my hands. My fingers dug into his back so hard, it was his turn to call out my name when my nails scraped his skin. My legs went around his waist, as I did anything I could to get even closer to him. There was nowhere to go. We were as close as possible, but I needed more.
“Harder,” I cried out. “Fuck me harder.”
He moved into me harder and harder with each thrust. It was so hard and deep that I was moving up each time he entered me. I held tight to his back as he reached that spot that always set me off. I screamed out his name as I came around him so damn hard. I could feel the sweat from his back under my fingers and fought to keep them from slipping. When my body began to relax, he flipped me onto my stomach, moved my legs apart, and drove right back into me from behind. His chest was against my back, and I was pushing my ass back against him. My body was so tired, but I wanted everything I could get before we had to be apart
again. He continued slamming into me with so much force. I put my arms out in front of me and pushed off the floor so I could feel him deep. He was moving forward while I was pushing back. I yelled out into the air as he growled before calling out my name and emptying his cock into me. It was the best feeling ever.
I fell onto my stomach as he came down on my back. I could feel his heart beating hard against me and knew mine was doing the same.
That was the most intense experience we'd ever had together, and it was the one that filled my dreams. It had been months since I'd last dreamt of him. When I opened my eyes, I could feel the tears sliding down my cheeks.
I was exhausted after being with him like that. We'd both barely pulled our clothes on before I curled into him and fell asleep. I'd been sore the entire day following that night. We were together after that night, but nothing ever compared to that. It was the only night we were able to be away from everyone and not have to worry at all. He wasn't home long before having to go back. Baseball took up so much of his time. It wasn't long before I'd shown up for his birthday and my life had changed.
When I sat up in my bed, I was exhausted. I knew a huge part was from the drinking, but that dream had kicked my ass emotionally and physically. He wasn't the last man I'd been with. I was with someone else after him. Why was he the only one I couldn't get away from? The fucker had cheated on me, and I was still letting him take up space in my life. He didn't deserve it. I just wasn't sure how to get rid of him. I'd tried everything.
Chapter 5
Carrie
I was sitting at my desk with my head in my arms. My head pounded like a damn jackhammer was going through my skull. I knew better than to drink with Lucy. It had been way too long since I'd been drunk. Those days were long gone. The sound of my email dinging with a new message made me grip my head. That noise was usually so quiet, but not then. It sounded like the loudest ding I'd ever heard. I slowly pulled my head up from my desk to try and focus on the email. The room was so bright that I had to squint my eyes.
“I'll be kicking Lucy's ass for this,” I mumbled to myself.
I let out a long breath when I saw that the head of the company had sent the email. The subject just said meeting. What now, I thought? When I opened it, there wasn't really an explanation. It basically said that there was an important meeting and we all needed to make sure we were there. I closed out the email and stood up from my chair.
When I walked into the bathroom, I saw Lucy standing in front of the sink applying makeup. I had to admit I was happy to see that she wasn't her usual bubbly self. Horrible, right? I didn't think so. She knew better than to give me that much alcohol. She didn't look nearly as bad as I felt, but she wasn't full of energy either. I knew she was feeling something.
“Remind me to kill you after this meeting,” I mumbled.
“That bad?” she asked.
“I feel like someone is kicking my head in. The world is a thousand times brighter than usual. The ding of my email is the loudest noise ever. Oh wait, and we have an important meeting. I just hope I'm not suppose to spout off financial numbers. It just won't work.”
“We just had a meeting yesterday,” she said, as she finished what she was doing.
Then she backed away from the mirror looking as beautiful as ever.
“You make me sick,” I said. “Let me see how bad I look.”
“I'm not sure you should look,” she joked. “Did you even wash your face this morning?”
I glared over at her.
“This is all your fault,” I said, as I pointed my finger at her.
“I didn't see you objecting. You were drinking that shit like it was going to disappear on you. Do not blame this on me. Now make yourself presentable and get your ass moving.”
I let out a loud growl, and she burst into laughter.
“Bitch,” I snapped.
“The best kind,” she said.
I tried to make myself look as decent as possible, but it really didn't do much. My eyes were red from crying, and I had dark circles under them from not sleeping. My hair was pulled up into a ponytail. My clothes even looked worse than usual. I was just hoping to scoot down in my chair and disappear during the meeting. What more could they really tell us already, I wondered?
“Why today?” I asked, as she grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the bathroom.
“We have someplace to be,” she said with a smile.
So she was being her usual bubbly self. Ugh!
As soon as we walked through the door, the head of company looked over. That made my boss turn as well. His eyes widened, and I could tell he was getting ready to say something.
“Not a word,” I said, as I walked to the back corner of the room with Lucy right behind me. “It's all her fault.”
I watched his eyebrows rise.
“Is not,” she said. “Do I look like that?”
My boss smirked before quickly going right back to being serious.
“Everything is going to be okay,” he said.
Why would he say that if there wasn't some reason that everything wasn't going to be okay, I thought to myself?
“You know I have a lot to worry about. I moved my life for this job,” I said.
“I know. It will all work out. Have a seat ladies. Whatever you do, please behave,” he said, as he turned his attention more toward Lucy than me.
“Won't hear a peep out of me,” I mumbled, as I sat down and scooted as low as I could in the chair.
Lucy sat down next to me. I leaned my head back against the top of my chair and closed my eyes. She leaned over right by my ear.
“What do you think they're going to say?” she asked.
Without opening my eyes, I moved my head in her direction.
“Zip your lips,” I said. “You're being too loud.”
I heard her giggle and let my head roll back to the center.
“Bitch,” I whispered.
“Your favorite bitch,” she said.
I could hear people coming and sitting down. Someone needed to tell them all to shut up. I was supposed to behave, so that someone couldn't be me. With my eyes closed, I tried to block them all out.
Chapter 6
Carrie
I felt my body jump when I heard the head of the company talk and knew I must have started to doze off. Shit!
“You're probably wondering why we called you all together for this meeting,” he began. “Yesterday's meeting was taken hard. I can see it on some of your faces today.”
I couldn't help but snicker and quickly coughed to cover it up.
“I spoke with the new owner last night about the reaction everyone had, and he wanted to be sure everyone was comfortable with the decision to sell.”
My eyes were still closed, and I felt Lucy lean over. The funniest thing was that I knew exactly what the female version of a horndog was going to say. She didn't let me down.
“He,” she said. “Did you hear that? Maybe he'll be a fine looking piece of ass.”
“You do realize you're a woman, right?” I asked. “You need to use your words a bit differently.”
“I bet he's hot as hell,” she said. “We need some good eye candy around here.”
“I bet he's fat and bald,” I said with a laugh.
“I bet he's not,” she said.
“He asked me to call a meeting and drove in early this morning to introduce himself. You'll be dealing more with his team than you will with him. He's actually from Michigan. That's where he resides and his home base is. Some of you may recognize him.”
I heard gasps around the room just as Lucy pushed my arm hard.
“Oh shit!” she whispered. “Open your damn eyes. This fucker is gorgeous. Wait a second. I know who that is. He used to play for the Pirates. Damn is he hot. You need to get a load of this.”
He was from Michigan, used to play for the Pirates, and is that hot, I thought. It couldn't be. If so, she had no idea how many loads of that I'd already had. No, there
was no way.
“Hello.”
As soon as he spoke, goosebumps covered my arms and I quickly rubbed them away.
“Fuck!” I whispered.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I said, as I scooted down even deeper into the chair.
How could it be, I wondered? No. It wasn't possible. Did I have to move to another country to get away from his ass? I felt my body shake. I'd just dreamt about him the night before. Please let me be wrong about the voice. I hadn't heard it in person in ten years. I'd only heard it on television. I had to be wrong. It was only hello. Maybe everyone sounded the same when they said hello.
Just as I moved to look up between the two people sitting in front of me, he continued, and I quickly fell back into my chair without even a glimpse of him.
“My name is Scott Reid. Some of you may remember me as Scottie.”
I let out a grunt, and the guy in front of me turned around to glare at me. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and sat still.
“Are you okay?” Lucy whispered. “You look like you're about to be sick. Maybe I did pour you one too many.”
“I'm good,” I said with a wave of my hand.
“I played ball for the Pirates for six years until I was injured. Baseball had always been my life. Anyone that knows me well at all knows that I lived, breathed, and dreamt baseball. It was everything to me.”
Whatever, I thought.
“Whatever what?” Lucy asked.
Oh shit, I thought. I said that out loud.
"When I got hurt, I had no idea what was going to happen. My life was over as I'd known it. I was devastated. There was only one other time in my life I felt that lost and alone. It was after much research and testing that I was advised to retire. I honestly thought about continuing to play. It was the only thing I had. In the end, I finally agreed.”
He stopped for a moment before continuing.
“Sorry,” he said. “I have no plans to close the doors here. A friend of mine from Detroit got me interested in the deal. He told me the company was quickly losing money and needed to be saved. He thought with my backing, along with a few of my friends, that the company could possibly do better than it ever had. I won't be here as much as my team will. That doesn't mean I don't care. I very much care that this company grows and that every single one of you continue to work here. I am not planning on having my team take over any part of what you've all built. My finance people will be very involved, but every single one of you should know that you are not in danger of losing your jobs. I know how much family means. I would never purposely put anyone's family in danger just to make a quick buck. That's not who I am. I'm not out to hurt anyone.”
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