Swing Batter Swing

by Zaida Polanco

  “I swear I won’t touch you,” she reiterated, whether for his benefit or for hers. Marty unclasped her bra and tossed it to the side, allowing herself a brief reprieve by tweaking her nipples. A groan made it past her lips but she didn’t wait for Jay’s reaction, knowing she would lose any semblance of control she had in the moment. Instead, she lowered her panties and stepped out of them.

  Without hesitating, Marty closed the gap between them and stood close to Jay’s back without touching him. She impulsively dangled her panties over his shoulder.

  Jay stilled and inhaled deeply before grabbing the panties and turning around to fix her with his lustful stare. Marty watched in frustrated arousal as Jay held her panties up to his nose and buried himself in there. He let out a primal groan that only served to excite her more. The look in his eyes as he closed the gap between them was nearly feral — his eyes flashing wild and his breathing ragged.

  “So that’s how it’s gonna be then, McFly? You trying to tempt me with that sweetness you got between those thighs? You want to show me how wet you are, is that it?”

  She nodded, walking backward as he stalked her toward the bed.

  “I’m not going to touch you, you hear me? Just know that I would give almost anything to be buried inside you. Inside that sweet pussy.”

  Marty nodded again as she laid back against the pillows. She watched through heavy eyelids as Jay slowly undid his belt.

  “I don’t want you thinking that my hesitation has anything to do with me not wanting you, because if I could I would take you right here right now and never let you out of my sights. I just want to make that clear.”

  Holy hell, Marty didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on than she was but every minute in this man’s presence was like a nuclear assault on her willpower.

  She watched with barely-contained frustration as he slowly unzipped his pants. Her hands itched to help him undress, so she trailed them over her body instead, slowly approaching the slickness between her legs.

  “Jay,” she whispered, the pleading question left unspoken.

  “Don’t you dare, baby, don’t even think about it. Did I tell you to start yet, hmm?”

  Marty whimpered as she shook her head and curled her hands into the sheets. He’d called her ‘baby’ and she fucking loved it, which surprised her more than anything.

  Jay finally discarded the rest of his clothes and knelt before her on the bed, his massive cock thick and nearly purple with desire. Marty licked her lips out of habit. Jay noticed and his eyes narrowed as he grasped his firmness in his hand and tugged roughly, seemingly enjoying watching Marty squirm.

  “Any time you want to stop, you just say it alright? You can stop me, stop this, at any time. I won’t be upset, you know that right?”

  She nodded her agreement, knowing there was zero chance in hell she would stop this train, but touched that he was so adamant about having her consent in all of this.

  Jay seemed appeased by her answer because he sat back and watched her as she writhed naked on the bed. “Good girl. Now, spread those lips for me and show me how wet you are.”

  Chapter 30: Jay

  Jay was deceased. Truly and utterly dead.

  That was the only explanation for how he was currently stroking himself in Marty’s hotel room while she ran her fingers through her slit for his viewing pleasure.

  Marty made sure he was watching her before she held her lips apart, giving Jay an unobstructed view of her slick heat. With her other hand, she slowly teased her clit, while Jay tried desperately to commit all of this to memory.

  Fuck.

  Was there anything hotter than having this girl naked in front of him, touching herself because she was so turned on? Jay didn’t think so.

  “Jay,” Marty said, breaking him out of his reverie, “please talk to me, you’re too quiet.”

  Jay’s pulse quickened as he forced himself to slow down his stroking. This girl would be the death of him. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, is that it?” Marty whimpered as she flicked her clit faster.

  “That’s right, sweet girl, play with your clit for me. God, I wish I could taste you right now. I bet you’d taste so good, don’t you? So sweet, huh? I would bet my life on it.”

  Marty let out a frustrated breath. “Why don’t you come find out for yourself?”

  She widened her legs and angled herself closer to Jay’s mouth. He held his breath, not trusting himself to inhale any more of her intoxicating arousal without burying his face between her legs and living there for days.

  Jay exhaled slowly and Marty moaned. Jay realized his position of power and decided to play with her a little.

  “What was that, baby? Did you like the feel of my breath on your pussy?”

  She whimpered as she nodded frantically, plunging two fingers inside her wet heat.

  Jay braced himself and got a little closer to her cunt, this time blowing purposely on her clit and grinding himself into the mattress while he watched her almost come apart in front of him.

  “You close for me, beautiful?”

  She moaned her agreement.

  “I want nothing more than to watch you make yourself come. First though, can you do something for me?”

  “Yesyes, anything.”

  Jay impulsively grabbed her hand, pulling it out of her wet pussy and lifting it to his face.

  Her fingers glistened with her arousal. Jay inhaled and got drunk off her scent.

  A part of him knew what he was doing was wrong. She was so much younger than he was, and very much his employee. Even though his company didn’t have any rules against this sort of thing, he always took careful pains to avoid any sort of relationship with an employee or even a coworker.

  But Marty? She killed him in a way he wasn’t sure he could ever get over. Why was it so hard to say no to her? He had tried, lord knows he tried.

  But resisting her pull was no easier than cutting off a limb. So, maybe it was wrong by the definitions of right and wrong Jay had lived by for so many years.

  But in that moment?

  Jay could not pretend to give a shit. All he had ever needed, all he had never even imagined to want, was laying right in front of him, her arousal-coated fingers so close to his face.

  Marty wiggled those fingers to bring him down to reality. “You want a taste, Jay?”

  “Marty, I hope you know what you’re offering. Cause if I taste you, I won’t be able to control myself. I’ll need all of you, understand?”

  It was the truth. Jay couldn’t imagine getting a taste of her sweetness and then just walking away like nothing happened. He knew that would be what sent him over the edge. Hell, he was practically over the edge already.

  “Who said you had to control yourself?”

  Jay had to look away for a moment before he came too quickly. He heard a sucking sound and turned back to a truly heart-stopping sight: Marty licking her arousal off of her fingers, sucking them one by one.

  The noise that pushed its way out of Jay surprised him like hell Primal and animalistic.

  Marty dipped her finger into her wetness once more before drawing it back up to her mouth. This time, she coated her lips with it and fixed him with a taunting stare. Come and get it, her eyes said.

  Fuuuuuuuck.

  Nearly every single one of Jay’s hesitations vanished in that moment.

  This girl was made for him. She wasn’t just his hot assistant who he thought about fucking ten times an hour (though she very much was that).

  She was his dream girl in every possible way. The girl with the beautiful smile that was equal parts sweet and naughty. The girl with the irresistible curves who also loved baseball and wrestling and puppies. The girl who made dirty jokes and got along with the guys but still had strong female friendships supporting her. The girl who wasn’t scared to try new foods, who stayed active but didn’t kill herself trying to be a size that was unnatural on her body.

  And what a body it was. She was perfec
t. She was everything he never dared to want.

  So what if she was younger and worked for him? They could work that out. It was the only way. Jay had to be with her. He had to.

  Jay’s mouth was on hers immediately, licking up every inch of her lips and tasting her sweet juices on her mouth.

  He was out of his mind crazy for her. They moaned into each other’s mouths, their desperation building by the second. Jay reluctantly pulled away before he lost his resolve to not fuck her into next week.

  He tried a few times to speak, his throat swollen with need, his voice raspy and stilted.

  Finally, he managed to grunt out a sentence. “You trying to kill me?”

  He watched as she resumed playing with herself, awaiting his next instruction and smiling up at him through eyes lidded with desire.

  Jay tugged on his aching cock, knowing he was so close to exploding.

  “Spit on my cock baby, make it nice and slick for me.”

  Jay saw Marty’s eyes widen in understanding, then sparkle with mischief.

  “Mmm, I have a better idea.”

  Jay watched in slow motion as Marty ran her open palm all over her pussy. She then reached over to spread the wetness on his throbbing cock.

  He let out a whimper. Yes, he whimpered. That was the only way to describe the embarrassing noise she elicited from him.

  Marty scooted closer to him and bent her head down to where he stroked himself. She gathered saliva in her mouth and spit directly onto him, a sight that shouldn’t have aroused him but made him even crazier with lust.

  “Wet enough, Mr. Michaelson?” She gave him a wink as she laid back again and resumed her self-pleasure, this time ramming three fingers into her pussy and continuing her assault on her clit.

  “Sweet girl,” Jay rasped, “you got me so close. So so close.”

  Jay hesitated, unsure if he wanted to say what he really felt like saying in that moment. He didn’t want to scare her.

  But something gave him the feeling that Marty truly was his girl, meaning she likely wouldn’t freak out about his bedroom antics. If she would, better to find out about it now? “I should spank you for touching me like that, for covering my cock in your pussy juices like a bad girl.”

  Marty moaned and grunted her acknowledgement but caught Jay’s eye with a challenging glare. “Mmm, I’m not sorry. Maybe I do need to be spanked.”

  She turned slightly, giving Jay a mouthwatering eyeful of her fat, gorgeous ass. It took every ounce of willpower he had to stop him from grabbing those luscious cheeks and burying himself in them. Jesus, he was right. She was made for him.

  “Christ, baby. As much as I think you need a spanking, you can’t show me that ass, not tonight. I can’t... I’m... it’s so hard already, I can’t handle it.”

  Jay continued to stroke himself as he leaned down and caught one of Marty’s ass cheeks in his other hand. He trailed kisses up and down her left cheek before biting down on it.

  Marty moaned and Jay quickly started licking to soothe the bite. He then pushed Marty onto her back again, needing to focus on making her come and not on her marvelous ass.

  They both sped up their movements, the sound of Marty’s wetness and Jay’s stroking combining to form an erotic rhythm in the air.

  “I’m so close, I’m so close.”

  “That’s right, ride it out. Come for me, come so hard for me, imagine my cock is in you and you’re milking me for all I’m worth.”

  “Yes, fuck yes,” Marty screamed as she shuddered through her orgasm, her tits bouncing and catching Jay’s attention. She tugged on her nipples, covering them in her juices.

  Jay approached the brink, briefly wondering if he should come on the bed or on his stomach.

  Marty read his mind because she pushed herself closer to him, allowing him to see her wetness coating her nipples. “Come on me, Jay, come on my tits.”

  “Marty, no. No.”

  “Yes, please. Let me wear your come on my tits. I want to mix it in with my own come. Lick it up and give you a taste.”

  Jay groaned as the pressure became too much. He forced himself to keep his eyes open while he fucked his hand through his release.

  The sight of Marty on her back, her hands rubbing those fantastic tits while his come spurted all over her, was a sight he would never forget. She smiled up at him and rubbed his release all over her chest, making her body and hands sticky with him. Shooting him a grin full of mischief, she raised one come-covered hand to her lips.

  Jay halted her and grabbed her wrist. “No. Don’t do that. If you do that, I don’t know that I will ever be able to let you go. If you taste me like that, fuck Marty, you’d have to be mine. There’s no way I could accept anything else.”

  She raised an eyebrow as she sucked on a finger covered in both of their arousal. She closed her eyes and parted her legs as she savored the taste.

  Jay grabbed her hand again and placed her thumb in his mouth, tasting his own saltiness mixed with her ripe sweetness. Fuck. Me.

  Jay was fucked. So so fucked.

  After they cleaned up, he held Marty close to him and enjoyed the feeling of her drifting off to sleep on his chest. He lay with her like that for at least an hour, until he mustered up the willpower to remove himself from her bed.

  He’d completely let things get out of control tonight. She was infuriatingly enticing, so fucking sexy and so fucking his.

  Except — she wasn’t his. That was the point of this.

  It was obvious he had no rational sense when it came to her. Not anymore. And especially not after what they just did. He felt himself growing hard again just from thinking about the two of them masturbating together in what was probably the hottest night of Jay’s life.

  Ughhh. He had to pull himself away. He moved Marty off of him, ever so gently, and started to get up from the bed.

  “I’m awake, you know,” her sleepy voice called from the bed.

  “Oh shit, sorry. Did I wake you?”

  Marty glanced up at him, looking like a very angelic temptation, all snuggled up in the hotel sheets, her big eyes innocently staring at him.

  “You didn’t wake me,” she said, sitting up in the bed and not caring that the sheet was now at her waist, giving Jay an unobstructed view of her beautiful tits. He had to turn around.

  He quickly put his clothes back on, trying to appear calm and collected but actually freaking out on the inside.

  “Let me guess — you’re regretting this and now you’re going to be super weird about it, aren’t you?” she asked.

  Jay sighed and turned to face her. “I won’t be weird about it, I promise.”

  He hated the way her face fell as she recognized the unspoken part of his statement.

  “Noted,” she said, getting back under the sheets. “I’ll see you in the morning, boss.”

  “McFly, please...,” he started, but didn’t finish his sentence, as he wasn’t sure what to say. ‘Please don’t be mad at me, I can’t take it if you’re mad, all I want is for you to be happy but I can’t get out of my own way long enough to give us a chance.’ Yeah, he didn’t think that would work.

  She turned away from him, effectively ending any conversation for the night.

  He watched her for a beat, staring at her back and wishing he could kiss her all over. Instead, he left her room and headed back to his own, feeling like the dumbest motherfucker in all the land.

  Chapter 31: Marty

  Marty’s phone alarm blared through the silence of the early Arizona morning. She was already wide awake though, as her anxiety regarding what happened the night before caused her to toss and turn most of the night.

  She knew she had crossed the line with her boss, but there was something about him that awakened that animal part of her psyche, and she felt obligated to explore that side of herself.

  Her impulsive behavior where Jay was concerned should have worried her, but she couldn’t help it. He made her feel free and connected with her body while also
making it clear that he enjoyed her sense of humor and really got her personality.

  It was official: Marty was smitten. Of course, she came to this great realization after he basically hit it and quit it. Except, much to her disappointment, there was no actual hitting it involved. What a tease.

  After he basically ran out of her room, Marty was pissed. Then she was annoyed. Then turned on. Ultimately, she landed on pissed again, though she wasn’t sure if she should be mad at him or herself.

  She tried to keep her mind on being professional, as she got dressed for the morning’s commitments. Marty would be accompanying Jay to various spring training sessions around the city that morning.

  According to Jay, it was important that she wear breathable clothes and comfortable shoes, as they’d likely be standing out in the hot sun for hours. He had encouraged her to wear shorts and a t-shirt.

  Which is why his reaction upon meeting her in the lobby and noticing her outfit surprised the hell out of her. Marty stepped off the elevators and found him waiting for her near the valet stand. She greeted him with an easy smile, hoping they could be professional today, but quickly noticed his look of horror as he took in her attire.

  She wore a white V-neck t-shirt with a pink cartoon llama print all over it, dark blue jean shorts that hit her at mid-thigh (not too conservative but not even remotely close to Daisy Duke status either), plus electric blue high top Converse. She had pulled her curls up in a loose bun, knowing she would get even hotter with her hair down.

  Marty balked a little at Jay’s reaction but was determined to not let him rattle her. That is, until he spoke up.

  “You’re—you’re wearing that today?” he asked, seeming to realize his misstep almost immediately. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I just...,” he trailed off, rubbing his hand over his stubble.

  Stubble that Marty longed to feel against her cheek, or thigh, or whatever.

  She snapped out of her fantasy and adopted a business-like tone. “Alright then, shall we get going?”