Swing Batter Swing

by Zaida Polanco

  “It’s nothing I’m just... I’m kind of weird about being naked.”

  Jay smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Really? You seemed pretty fine about it last night.”

  Marty playfully swatted his chest. “I don’t mean during sex. It’s not like I’m a never-nude or something. It’s just... post sex... I get a little awkward. You know, since you’re not seeing me through your sex endorphins or whatever, so you will now see more of my... imperfections.”

  Jay looked at her incredulously. “Are you... wait... are you joking? You’re fucking with me, right?” He pulled her tight into his arms.

  Marty struggled to remove herself from his hold but he held on tighter.

  “Hey, baby, come on. Look at me.” She complied, giving him the death stare. Jay sunk into a chair, pulling her into his lap and gently rubbing his hands through her hair.

  “It’s not a joke.”

  “I can see that now. I’m sorry. Just... fuck, the idea of you feeling bad about your body? Of your perfect fucking body? It’s just crazy to me, you know?” Jay watched her intently, as if trying to read the thoughts whirling in her mind as he complimented her.

  “You’re a goddamn goddess. The thought of you for a minute thinking otherwise is just—” Jay cut himself off with a groan — “so freaking insane. You’re a perfect ten. And I’m not just saying that because I love fucking you.”

  Marty looked up with a shy smile. “You love fucking me?” She inwardly cringed at the girly hopefulness in her voice. Who had she turned into?

  Jay groaned. “Okay, now I know you’re messing with me. I could fuck you every day til the world ends and it still wouldn’t be enough. You are, without a doubt, the most amazing woman I’ve ever been with. Inside and out. And if you want to wear a robe when you’re around me, that’s okay. For now. But eventually I hope you’re comfortable enough to know that I love seeing you, every inch of you, all the time.”

  Marty felt her heart swell. Was this guy really real? Was this a dream? She smiled up at him and he made a goofy face back at her. God he was so fucking cute.

  Handsome men? Not too difficult to find. Sexy men? A little harder. Handsome, sexy men who Marty was attracted to who also wanted her and who weren’t shitty? Nearly impossible. Somehow, Marty had found that one guy. One in 500,000 or something (not a real statistic).

  And he had the nerve to be fucking adorable on top of that? This was entirely unfair. Marty was a goner.

  She shifted in Jay’s lap, secretly thrilled by his reaction as she brushed her backside against his seemingly permanent hard-on. She made sure he watched her hands as she undid the tie on her robe again and let it fall open to reveal the swell of her breasts.

  Jay’s breathing grew a little shallower as Marty dropped the robe completely. By now, she was fully straddling him in the chair, their naked bodies mere seconds away from being intertwined again.

  Jay’s fat cock was nestled right up against the dampness between her thighs. If she just tweaked her hip a teensy bit, she could have him brush up against her clit. Without saying anything, Jay seemed to understand Marty’s need for control in this moment, so he kept his hands fisted at his sides and allowed her to dictate their next course of action.

  Marty rocked slowly in the chair, running her hands through Jay’s messy hair and giving him a little tug as she licked her way up his neck. She loved the way he groaned and shivered under her touch. Marty had never felt so powerful before.

  Sure, she knew she was pretty good at sex. And she had it often enough to know what she liked. But nobody else made her feel this way. Desired and sexy and in control. Marty pulled him into a slow, teasing kiss. Little pecks on every inch of his lips, brief and flirty, turned scorching once he captured her with his mouth.

  She rocked a little to the side, grinding her hips until his cock parted her labia. Jay broke their kiss with a string of expletives. Marty reveled in the feel of him up against her most sensitive flesh, her wetness coating him and allowing him to glide through her lips with ease.

  “Marty...,” Jay said, as she continued her exploration of his neck and jaw. Man, he had a sexy jaw. Was that even a thing? It must be, because Marty could not get enough of it. She made a mental note to check Tumblr for #jawporn.

  Jay ran his strong hands lightly up and down Marty’s back, his sweet touches almost tickling her and completely at odds with the frantic way she ground on his cock.

  Once again, he pulled away from her, this time holding her face firmly in his hands so she could look at him. The intensity she saw in his gaze made her feverish. Marty’s first impulse was to break eye contact but she fought through it and allowed him to look at her the way he wanted to. She allowed him to get his fill and she wasn’t disappointed when she saw his gaze transform into something deeper.

  After what could have been a few seconds or a few hours, Jay finally broke their trance.

  “I need you, baby. So fucking bad.” He thrust his hips slightly into hers as a reminder. “Do you understand how much willpower it’s taken me to not come right here right now?”

  She quirked her eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Do it.”

  “Goddamn, woman, are you trying to kill me?”

  Marty shook her head and began to slide down off of him.

  “Where you going?” he asked, though Marty ignored him. She climbed off his lap but then almost immediately sunk down to her knees in front of him, spreading his legs wide open and staring at the thickness jutting out, his gorgeous dick glistening with her own wetness.

  Her mouth watered and she licked her lips before bringing them closer to the fat crown of his cock. She stopped on her way there and looked back up at him. He let out an inhuman growl and she chuckled.

  “Tell me what you want, honey. You want it in my mouth?”

  “You are torturing me. I can’t —”

  Marty didn’t allow him to finish that thought, as she opened wide and took him straight into her mouth, letting every inch of him fill her until he hit the back of her throat. Jay was on edge from just that one action, so she knew she had to make it count before he exploded.

  She sucked her way back up his shaft before reaching his thick crown. She licked her way around the tip, swirling this way and that way and soaking up all his moans and sweet words of encouragement.

  She kept pressure on his tip while she used her hands to stroke his shaft up and down. She reached down to cup his balls, feeling a sense of female pride when she found them tensed up and firm, ready to blow at any moment. Marty deep-throated him once more, catching him off guard. She took her time sucking back up, humming all the way and causing him to shake.

  “Baby...come here. Baby....,” he groaned as he reached for her.

  Chapter 36: Jay

  Every moment spent with this girl ruined Jay in the best way. She was currently on her knees for him, swallowing the cock that had just a few minutes earlier been grinding through her gushing wetness. Just the memory of it made him harden even further.

  He reached down and caressed her soft curls. She looked up at him with those eyes, those goddamn eyes, and smiled.

  “You like tasting yourself on my cock, hmm?” Jay saw her eyes glaze over just a bit. His girl loved dirty talk as much as he did. “That’s right, clean my cock of your juices like the little bad girl you are. You like how good you taste? Fuck. Come here.”

  Jay tried to pull her up but Marty pulled back, remaining in her kneeling position.

  “I want you to come,” she said, sweetly. “Inside my mouth,” she clarified.

  Fuck.

  “God baby, there’s nothing I want more than to have you swallow me down. But right now?” He yanked up and brought her off her knees. This time he forced her to stand between his legs, which put him at eye level with her pussy.

  “Baby. I need to come in this pussy, okay? I’ll come in your mouth later, okay sweet girl?”

  “Promise?”

  “Of fucking course. You kn
ow I’m a man of my word.”

  Marty nodded, her eyes nearly closing as Jay pressed his nose right up against her pussy. He loved the smell of her. Like it was just for him.

  She gasped as Jay ran his thumb over her slit, stopping to part it before pushing it wide open with both thumbs. His breath came faster as he just stared, his thumbs holding open those perfect puffy lips and soaking in her arousal dripping through the folds of her wet pussy.

  Without warning, Jay lapped up her pussy like a man unhinged, rubbing his face all in it and slurping and enjoying every drop of her.

  Jay forced himself away from and looked up at her. Her eyes met his, pleading. He smiled a wicked grin and got up, guiding her toward the bed.

  “Alright, get on the bed, hands and knees, ass facing me.”

  If Marty was nervous, she didn’t show it at all. In fact, she grinned at his order before setting herself up on the bed the way he requested. Once she was in position, she tossed a look over her shoulder and rolled her hips causing her ass to pop back further with a little jiggle.

  Jay groaned and lowered himself onto the bed behind Marty.

  The plan had initially been to fuck her immediately. But he couldn’t help himself. He lowered his fingers through her crack — he didn’t even try to tease over her asshole because, frankly, he wasn’t an asshole. He was firmly of the belief that anal play should be a conversation first and foremost. So there would be no teasing of her little puckered hole tonight. He wasn’t that guy. His fingers reached their final destination and he plunged them into her.

  “Christ you’re so fucking wet. That all for me, baby?”

  Marty moaned. Jay spanked her lightly.

  She groaned again and pushed her ass out more. He felt a thrill of excitement surge through him as he realized his girl wanted to play. Fuck, he was a lucky bastard.

  “Marty...,” Jay warned, “I said...is it all for me? You got something to tell me?” Though he was fairly certain she was goading him into spanking her,

  Jay couldn’t help the way his stomach clenched at the thought that maybe she was aroused for someone else. The thought caused him to spank her ass a little harder than he intended. Judging by her moan, she loved it.

  “Yes, yes, baby, yes. I love when you spank me. Feels so good.”

  “Is that right? You like it when I punish you for being a bad girl?”

  “Mmmhmm, yes.”

  “You still haven’t answered my question,” he said, punctuating the statement with a spank.

  She tossed him a coy look over her shoulder. “I forgot the question.”

  Another spank, swiftly delivered, then immediately followed by Jay caressing her ass in an attempt to soothe her. He pulled his fingers out of her wetness. She whimpered and pushed back, seeking some comfort.

  “Baby, I’m going to ask you one” (spank) “more” (spank) “time. Who are you wet for?”

  “It’s you, you Jay. God of course it’s you.”

  Jay thrust his cock into her pussy, feeling her tight walls grip him as he pounded her from behind.

  “That right? It’s for me? You’re goddamn right it’s for me.”

  Jay reached around to Marty’s front but, instead of rubbing her clit like she probably expected, he delivered a quick little slap on her mound.

  He pulled her up, so that her back was flush against his chest while he continued to thrust into her. He spanked her clit again. And again.

  “Whose pussy is this? Hmm? Whose pussy is it?”

  Marty’s words came out on a sob. “It’s your pussy, yesyes. Your pussy.”

  “Mmm, that’s it, ride it out, I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”

  “Jay...Jay...I need...”

  “Tell me baby, what do you need? I’ll do anything to feel you come on me.”

  “Spank my pussy again, spank me, please.”

  Jay nearly came right there, hearing his beautiful girl asking for a spanking.

  “Ohh baby, that’s what you want, huh? You like feeling me spanking your cunt? Christ that’s so fucking hot. If that’s what gets you there that’s what I’m gonna do, okay?”

  He increased his speed of thrusting as his slaps on her clit became harder and more frequent. She moaned and ground back into his thrusts.

  Jay alternated slaps on her clit with rubbing the way he knew she liked it. “Baby, you drive me so crazy. I’m so close. You wanna come with me? You wanna come all over my big cock? Let me feel your come gushing all over me.”

  “Yes, yes, I... oh god oh god oh god, yes. Fuuuuuuck,” she cried out, spasming all over his cock as Jay finally released into her, feeling her pussy contract and milk every last drop from him.

  Jay looked down and saw some of his cum easing out of where his cock was still pulsing inside her. He ran his thumb over it and held it out to Marty, who immediately swallowed it into her mouth, sucking hard to make sure she didn’t waste a single drop.

  Jay slowly pulled out, reveling in Marty’s little whimper at the loss. He sat back against the headboard, pulling her down with him and settling her between his legs with her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her as she relaxed her head against his chest and came down from her orgasm.

  Marty sighed a satisfied sort of sigh, and Jay pressed his nose against her exposed neck. He inhaled her sweet scent. He trailed his hands all over her body, not in a sexual move (okay, not entirely sexual but come on, he was a guy and his girlfriend was fucking hot).

  He loved the softness of her body, the lushness of her curves, the weight of her perfect breasts, the thickness of her thighs leading up to that gorgeous pussy. He loved her hands. He loved her neck, all sleek but soft and smelling like the faded remnants of her perfume even after a long day.

  “Jay?” she asked, her voice adorably groggy and worn out from fucking.

  “Yeah?”

  “Are we... should we talk about this? You know, what this means and all that?”

  Jay shifted Marty in his lap so he could see her face. “If you want to talk, we can definitely talk. The way I see it is, I’m tired of pretending I don’t want to be with you. Because I do. I really fucking do. Is that okay?”

  Marty chewed her lip. Jay hated that she was in any way uncertain about him.

  “McFly, what is it? You don’t look convinced.”

  She cringed and drew her arms closer to her body as if trying to protect herself. It made Jay’s heart ache, though he understood that she felt too exposed in that moment and was trying to guard herself.

  “God, I feel so... ugh... I am just worried, I guess, about what happens when we are back in LA? Cause right now it feels kind of like a dream, like a summer vacation fling or something that has no bearing in the real world and, I don’t know. I’m nervous?”

  “Why are you nervous?”

  “Because...”

  “Use your words.”

  Marty rolled her eyes at him and grimaced. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

  Jay shrugged and planted a quick kiss on her knuckle. “It’s a gift. Now get to talking.”

  “Fine, fine,” she inhaled deeply before pushing out the rest of her statement, “I guess I just want to be with you, like, a lot, and I want whatever it is we have right now to be there in the real world, back to our normal lives with our friends and shit. I don’t want to be somebody you hide from everyone important to you.”

  “Wait, that’s what you’re worried about? Oh Jesus, you scared me. I thought you were unsure as to whether you wanted to be with me.”

  Marty looked adorably confused. “What? No, of course not.”

  “Goddamn, I’m so happy right now. Are you kidding me? Do you know how much I can’t wait to show you off and take you places and make dinner for you and propose to you and marry the shit out of you and have babies with you and sit on a porch with you drinking lemonade. I can’t fucking wait.”

  Marty’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she sputtered and struggled to find a response.<
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  Jay knew it was risky to be so bold, but everything he said to her was the truth, and he would wait as long as he needed to wait in order for her to catch up to where he was.

  He smiled at her, really enjoying how adorably flustered she was. Jay would have been worried except he saw the amusement in her eyes and knew she wasn’t scared of him or his intense words.

  “Yeah that’s right, you heard me. You got a problem with that?” he taunted, pulling her even closer to him.

  Marty pretended to mull it over. “I’m not sure, I suppose I could be persuaded.”

  Jay began to tickle her. “Oh yeah? I guess I need to work on my persuasion tactics.”

  Chapter 37: Marty

  Alright so, that was it. Marty was in love with her boss. What a cliché, right?

  Marty couldn’t help it though. She wasn’t even entirely sure when it happened. Somewhere between the countless orgasms and the casual but ballsy declaration of his plan to build a future with her, probably.

  Regardless, the point was... holy shit! She was in love. In LUUUURVE.

  With her goddamn boss. Her boss who was currently snuggled on her shoulder in business class on their way to Florida.

  Marty was unable to stop staring at his sleeping form next to her. He lost all his intensity when he slept and he looked like an adorable little cherub instead of the sexy businessman he was by day. When Jay slept, he was fully himself, fully the man Marty was lucky enough to know intimately.

  Everything from his strong brow to his gorgeous lush lips that Kylie Jenner would kill for — it all looked amazing on him. She couldn’t help herself. She leaned over to bury her nose in his hair for a beat, inhaling deeply before placing the chastest little kiss on his forehead.

  With his eyes still closed, Jay smiled at her touch before mumbling, “Oh my god, you’re like obsessed with me. How embarrassing.”

  Marty scowled. Jay opened one eye as if testing the waters to see if it was safe. Deeming Marty a friendly presence, he opened both eyes and reached over to pull her into his lap.

  “Jay! We’re on an airplane!”