Swing Batter Swing

by Zaida Polanco

  Jay lifted a hand to her face, tenderly resting the back against her sweet cheek. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, drawing a nearly imperceptible intake of breath upon feeling his touch.

  They stood like that for a moment. Jay’s heart pounded loudly in his chest. He was sure she could hear it, or feel it, or both. He wanted her to. He wanted her to know how she affected him.

  In that moment, Jay felt his entire life stretch before him. He cleared his throat, bracing himself for what he was about to say.

  “McFly...I’ve always been able to see the path I’m on. Even when curveballs are thrown my way, I adjust quickly and acclimate to the new path. Perhaps a slightly different one. But still a familiar path. Before I met you, I could clearly see my path. I would continue working ridiculous hours, doing the best work I could for my clients, while having meaningless flings with girls who didn’t offer me much beyond a warm body. Once I got too old to do that, or once the pressure from my mom got too big, I would eventually settle down with one of the fling girls. I would be comfortable. I mean, I’m rich and white so...how bad could it be, right?”

  Marty gave him a wry smile at this acknowledgement.

  Jay continued. “I might even live a pleasant life, perhaps even with moments of happiness. The birth of a kid, a promotion at work, and other milestones like that. And, up until I met you, I just assumed that was how life was supposed to be. It’s how my friends’ lives are, how my parents’ lives are. That was the dream. A dream firmly rooted in reality, but still, it was something I was supposed to aspire to.”

  As he spoke, he gently stroked her cheeks, the right one, then the left one, and then he used his thumb to trace a line from her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, repeatedly. He finally stopped the movements and settled his thumb just above the Cupid’s bow of her lip. She closed her eyes again.

  “Marty... for the first time, I’m thinking less about my life in terms of accomplishments or tasks to mark off before moving to the next — you know, college, job, marriage, a house, kids, retirement, death. Instead, I’m actually thinking about it in terms of who I want to be with. And, fuck Marty, it’s you. I’ve tried fighting it with every single ounce of my being. Because you weren’t one of the tasks. You weren’t part of my plan. You came in and turned the whole thing upside down, knocked over the trees in the path, made it inaccessible.”

  She opened her eyes, slight worry in her gaze. “I... I didn’t mean to—”

  Jay pulled her closer.

  “No no, sweetheart, oh God. I know you weren’t trying to. You were just being you. But I was stubborn and didn’t want to accept it. Didn’t believe you could so casually disrupt my carefully laid out journey. But fuck, I’m so glad you did.”

  “I’m so sorry I was unwilling to embrace it, to embrace you fully. It hasn’t been fair to you at all. I don’t know what it means to say ‘fuck it’ to the path and go off-roading. I’m sorry, but I don’t know. I could get fired at work. I could piss my bosses off, piss my clients off, all of it. Any of those things could happen. But I’m finally understanding that it will all be okay — more than okay — as long as I’m with you.”

  Marty’s eyes were comically wide as she stared at him in adorable confusion and restrained hope. “Jay... what are you saying?”

  He smiled against her forehead, pressing slow kisses all over her face. “McFly, I’m saying... I don’t want to fight this anymore. I don’t want to force my way down a path doesn’t have room for me anymore. I want to be with you. I want to walk with you on a new path. Or down an alley. Or over a bridge. Or through a channel. Look, the semantics don’t matter. This metaphor is kind of getting away from me to be honest. ”

  He took a deep breath to steady himself. “I just want you. If you’ll have me.”

  Marty exhaled heavily, her sweet warm breath feeling like bliss across his neck. This time, it was Jay’s turn to hold his breath.

  Finally, she responded: “You fucker, you’ve been holding all that in this whole time? And here I just thought you wanted to fuck me.” She playfully shoved at his shoulder and he pulled her close against him once more.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him.

  He met her sweet gaze, his voice deep and lustful. “Sweetheart, I never said I didn’t want to fuck you.”

  Chapter 33: Marty

  Marty was melting. Pretty soon she would be a puddle of goo in the stands of the baseball stadium where she and Jay had spent the day, connecting with clients, meeting potential new ones, and discussing the finer points of various endorsement deals.

  The fact that it was 90 degrees outside only partly contributed to Marty’s certain impending death by melting.

  No, the real reason for her pile of goo status was mainly due to the scorching hot glances she and Jay kept exchanging.

  After their hot as hell makeout session in the hotel room plus Jay’s subsequent confession that he was super into her, they’d both decided to pump the brakes on the activities for the day. Marty had a strong feeling that, if they continued where they’d left off, she and Jay would not have made it to any of their meetings that day or possibly even that week.

  So, with more willpower than she’d ever possessed, Marty slid Jay’s warm hands off her body and pulled away from his kiss with the promise of more to come.

  “I’ll hold you to that, sweets,” he had whispered, sending tingles down her spine and regret in her belly over not tearing his clothes off and writhing all over him til the cows came home.

  Just thinking about him made her feel lightheaded and feverish.

  Which is why she found herself impatiently waiting for Jay to finish his last conversation with the press coordinator for one of the teams. They stood on the field, not too far from where Marty sat in the stands.

  Every once in a while, she would allow herself a peek at Jay. It hadn’t started that way. Earlier in the day, she had looked at him so often and with such blatant lust, even he began to blush.

  She decided that the only way she would make it through the day — no, the week — was to only allow herself so many instances of staring at Jay. She rationed out the time, hoping to savor each one.

  Like any addict, of course, she bargained with herself. Okay, technically that doesn’t count as one of my peeks for the hour — he walked into my line of sight!

  Yeah, she was certifiably insane for him.

  When he finally wrapped up the day’s meetings, she was more than a little keyed up, though she tried to be cool. Jay was all business, asking her about the next day’s schedule and assigning her some research to get done before his meetings tomorrow.

  Marty tried not to show her disappointment as they made their way back to the hotel. Had she misread the situation? She didn’t think she had, but now...? A million questions rattled around in her brain. She was pretty confident of Jay’s intentions after his morning confessions.

  She forced herself to breathe and not let her anxiety spiral her out of control. Jay wanted her. He told her that. And he showed her that in many ways. He wasn’t being mean at the moment, just professional. Which was smart, since neither he nor Marty wanted their relationship to be public just yet. Oh god, was it a relationship? Was it too soon to ask Jay to define the relationship?

  They rode up in the elevator in silence, with Marty working through countless scenarios in her head, while Jay looked at his phone, seemingly uninterested in Marty at the moment. Which was fine by her. Totally fine. She had work to do anyway. His work. Yep. Totes fine. Ugh.

  The elevator pinged on the 11th floor, finally snapping Marty out of her uncontrolled thoughts.

  “Oh shit, did I miss 10?” she asked, daring to look up at Jay, who stared down at her with a gleam in his eye.

  “I didn’t press number 10,” he said. The implication was clear, but still Marty felt like she needed things spelled out for her in clear detail, not trusting herself to read between the lines anymore. Not where he was concerned.
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  “My room is downstairs. On the 10th floor,” she clarified.

  Jay nodded slowly. “I know. But my room is here. On this floor.”

  As if on cue, the doors finally opened and Jay moved forward to exit. As if sensing Marty’s hesitation, he reached down and grabbed her hand before pulling her out of the elevator toward his room.

  “I have something to show you, Ms. Alvarez. Something I need your assistance with.” His voice was a low growl in her ear that sent a jolt straight to Marty’s sex and caused goosebumps on her skin.

  He opened the door for her and followed her inside, very close to her back. She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, the presence of his hardness just barely grazing her ass cheek.

  “Well,” he said, “what’s the answer? Do you think you could help me?”

  “Oh. Yes of course Mr. Michaelson, anything for you.”

  Jay placed a kiss on the side of her neck, much gentler than she’d been expecting.

  “I should tell you though, I do have some work to do tonight.” She turned to face him, wrinkling her nose a bit and fighting a laugh at his horrified gaze. “Yeah, I have some research to get done for my boss.”

  His gaze returned to playful as he pulled her just an inch closer to him and held her there, not allowing her to get as close as she wanted. Jay licked up one side of her neck, stopping at her earlobe to nibble and lick her ear.

  He whispered, “I’m sure your boss will understand that you had something else come up.” He punctuated his sentence with a light thrusting of his cock against her front.

  “Mmm I don’t know. He likes to ride me pretty hard. I’d hate to disappoint him.” Without looking at his face, Marty knew Jay was losing his mind as he continued to lick and suck all over her face and ears and lips.

  “Baby,” he grunted, barely able to say the words. “I need you. Do you know how hard it’s been to concentrate all day with you around, wearing those sweet little shorts, showing off that gorgeous ass? All I could think about was tasting you all over and feeling every inch of your incredible pussy as I pushed myself into you.”

  Hearing those words come from him, those unfiltered desires reflecting his raw primal need for her, did something to her resolve to make him wait.

  Still, she felt the need to torture him a little more.

  “Well, that makes two of us then.”

  Jay moved to capture her lips in his but Marty pulled away briefly.

  “You okay?” he asked, the concern evident and real in his voice.

  “Yeah. I’m f—”

  “Don’t you dare say you’re fine, Marty. I know you enough to know you’ve been out of sorts since we left the stadium. The sooner you tell me, the sooner we can move on, okay?”

  She nodded, feeling suddenly like a stupid little girl.

  “I — I’m sorry... it was just weird today. I felt like I wanted you to acknowledge me or something. Beyond just your assistant. God, I know that’s stupid. It makes me sound like such a teenager. I’m not proud of it. But, then you were so cold afterward and assigning me stuff to do and I guess I had foolishly thought we would spend some time together tonight so it kind of felt like I was being punished or maybe you changed your mind or something.”

  She sighed heavily, finally gathering the courage to meet his eyes.

  He cupped her face in his big hands, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry. I thought I was doing what you wanted by keeping us a secret for now. Trust me, it was torture to not toss you over my shoulder and beat my chest like fucking Tarzan or something, letting all those guys know that you were taken. That you were mine.”

  He paused for a moment and looked at her with such intense interest that it made Marty blush a little bit. “You are mine, aren’t you?”

  “I don’t know,” she said softly, “you tell me.” Marty’s heart felt like it might call it quits soon. She had never felt so nervous, so horny, so dependent on someone else to take care of her needs.

  Jay’s expression mirrored hers, which made her feel slightly better, knowing that she wasn’t the only nervous one.

  “I... I want you to be. Is that okay? If you don’t want something serious like that, we can talk about it. But you’re it for me, I don’t want anyone else.”

  Marty finally allowed herself to smile up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Well, Mr. Michaelson, I think you’re obsessed with me. How embarrassing,” she joked.

  “McFly, you don’t know the half of it.” He kissed her gently, pulling back just before she could deepen it. “You didn’t answer my question though.”

  Marty felt drunk and light-headed. “Hmm?”

  “Say you’re mine.”

  “That’s not a question,” she helpfully pointed out.

  “Marty...,” he growled into her neck and she giggled.

  “Okay okay, I’m sorry. I’ll be serious. Look at me,” she commanded, grabbing his head and raising it so she could look at him.

  “Yes, I am yours, you sexy frustrating incredible man you. I’ll be yours, but I just ask that you consult me before throwing me over your shoulder and claiming me in front of everyone.”

  “I make no promises, baby.” He kissed her fully on the lips for the first time since that morning, which felt like a lifetime ago. Marty melted into the kiss, a gentle exploration quickly transforming into uncontrollable devouring.

  “Jay,” she whispered between frantic kisses, “please.”

  “Please what, sweetheart? What do you need?”

  “I need you. Right now. Please.”

  Marty moaned as he thumbed over her nipples through her shirt. She longed to have him naked against her, hated how he seemed to want to draw this out.

  She had never felt so desperate, so brazenly wanton, in her entire life. “Fuck me, Jay, god please fuck me.”

  “I will, baby, I promise I will. Just give me a second with you like this, okay?” He smiled against her collarbone as he peppered kisses all over her chest.

  Marty tried to relax and enjoy his sweet attention without rushing him too much. Patience, grasshopper, and all that jazz. But good lord, how much was she supposed to take?

  Chapter 34: Jay

  It was impossible for Jay to describe just how he felt for this gorgeous girl standing in front of him, begging him to fuck her.

  The depth of his feeling for her should have scared him a bit more, but he was done with fear. He’d tried to keep a healthy distance between them but that didn’t work.

  And he was no longer fighting it. He was head over heels, utterly and fully, disgustingly in love with her. Jay decided he wouldn’t tell her that part just yet, not wanting to scare her off. But the longer he spent with her, the harder it was to keep his secret.

  “Are you coming to bed or are you just gonna stare like a creeper?” She asked, from her spread out position on his bed. Jay had divested her of her top and shorts earlier, so she reclined against the pillows in the sweetest, naughtiest little lingerie set Jay had ever seen.

  She somehow looked equal parts temptress and virginal. He felt like he could stare at her for 1000 days and it wouldn’t be enough. She was perfect and amazing and desperate to be his. God, he wasn’t worthy of this beauty. He knew that, instinctively. But he also knew that he would rather die than have her settle for someone else.

  “Am I going to have to start by myself? Cause we both know I’m not above doing that and making you watch me.” Marty lightly trailed her fingertips over her gorgeous full breasts, and Jay couldn’t take his eyes off the movement.

  He slowly stripped down to just his boxer briefs, taking a moment to appreciate Marty’s hungry gaze as she took him in. Her eyes lingered on the massive erection straining against his underwear. She quirked an eyebrow and bit her bottom lip, continuing to rub herself over her bra.

  Jay wasn’t quite sure what he was waiting for, but all he knew is that he was rooted to the spot in front of the bed, drinking in every little twi
tch of her body or impatient whine as she toyed with herself.

  He wanted to memorize this moment, knowing it would mark a turning point in their relationship and become a special part of their story. This wasn’t just a fuck to him. He’d had those, he’d had women begging him to be inside them much like Marty was doing now.

  But that’s where the similarities ended. He had never before felt so devoted to one person. Make no doubt about it, he was going to fuck her til she forgot her name. But he also could not downplay the significance of—

  “Jesus Christ, Jay, you’re killing me here,” she groaned, pulling Jay out of his more serious thoughts as he stalked over to the bed and knelt down beside her, still careful not to touch her.

  “I’m sorry. You’re just so goddamn beautiful, I wanted to memorize every second of tonight.”

  “Mmm, well okay, I suppose you could make it up to me,” she whispered, a very naughty glimmer in her eyes.

  “What did you have in mind, sweet girl?”

  Marty whimpered softly as she parted her thighs, spreading her legs out wide on the bed.

  Jay inhaled deeply, trying to capture the sweet smell of her arousal. “God baby, you’re so fucking sexy. I feel like I’m about to blow just looking at you. You make me feel like a 14-year-old boy.”

  He trailed kisses down her belly, before moving back up to her chest. “I love this bra, but it’s in my way.” He expertly unhooked the bra and pulled it off, allowing her breasts to bounce free. Jay couldn’t help but bury himself between them, lightly motorboating her and causing her to giggle.

  Her giggle was short-lived as Jay took one nipple in his mouth, lightly testing and teasing her until she begged him to go harder. He sucked and sucked and eventually pulled away. “Your tits are incredible. They’re just perfect. Did you know that?” He punctuated each sentence with a suck on her other nipple.

  Marty blushed a little and looked away sheepishly. Jay frowned at her reaction, not expecting that from her. He chose to let it go and vowed that he would bring it at a more opportune time. He couldn’t have his girl thinking she was anything less than perfect.