“I’ll go slow.”
“I’m not afraid,” she tells me with confidence.
Centering myself, I nudge her core, pulling away quickly.
“You okay?”
She nods and bucks her hips, asking for more.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me tonight.”
And probably the next night as well; I have a feeling Daisy is going to destroy me.
“Ethan, please,” she begs me. The desire is there in her voice. She wants this as much as I do and I’m going to give it to her.
Inching forward, I ready my cock and slowly push into her. Her legs start to close and her eyes widen.
“I’m sorry,” I say, leaning forward and kissing her tears away. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, I want this,” she says, closing her eyes.
“Look at me, Daisy.” Her green eyes glisten, her eyelids almost shut as I move further into her. For every quarter of an inch, I pull out and start over, helping her body adjust. By the time I’m fully sheathed, I’m about to lose my shit. She’s so fucking tight that she’s squeezing the hell out of my dick. Pulling fully out, I enter her again, this time a little faster.
Hovering over her, I kiss her deeply; swallowing her sweet mewls as her fingernails dig into my back. It only takes a few thrusts until she’s into it, bringing her hips to meet mine. I’m fucking drunk off her and feel delirious. I know this one time won’t be enough. I brush my lips against hers as we find a rhythm that works for us.
“Watch us,” I tell her as I sit back on my haunches and pull her hips to meet my thrusts. “I’ve had dreams about this.” My thumb brushes against her clit hoping to give her an orgasm even though I know it’s unlikely because it’s her first time, but that doesn’t stop her walls from squeezing me even tighter.
I moan and move faster, falling on top of her. My hips buck as I capture her mouth and empty into the condom. I jerk a few times riding out the aftershocks of finally getting the release I’ve been waiting for.
Rolling over, I pull out and bring her into my arms. I know what just took place and try not to freak her out by removing the condom and tossing it on my bedroom floor. I kiss her sweat-laden forehead and run my fingers gently over her arm.
“I think you’re going to be sore.” I’m only guessing. I don’t make it a habit of popping cherries so I’m not entirely sure.
“It’ll be worth it.”
Moving to my side, I adjust the way we’re lying. I push a few pieces of hair behind her ear and kiss her.
“Can we do that again?” she asks when I pull away. A shit-eating grin takes over my face as I nod like the eager horny guy that I am.
“I have a feeling I’ll never say no to you, Daisy.” Grabbing her hips, I pull her on top of me, setting her right on my semi. The little minx rubs herself on my dick, waking him up. I have a feeling that tonight is going to be a long one, a fact that I welcome wholeheartedly.
It’s after one in the afternoon when I finally roll out of bed and flex my aching muscles. As soon as my feet touch the floor, memories of last night and this morning come rushing back. Daisy’s clothes are strewn all over my room. I thought I had put most of them in the same place, apparently not. The bed shifts behind me and small hands wrap around my waist.
“I think you missed school,” I tell her as I weave my fingers with hers.
“I have finals this week so my schedule is sporadic.”
I turn and face her. Her beautiful breasts, marked with small bruises from where my fingers dug into them, are on full display. Even though this is all new to her, I encouraged her to ride me, and she did, coming all over my cock for the first time. It was a glorious sight watching her breasts as they bounced up and down while she took my dick deep inside of her. Of course, seeing her let go of her inhibitions was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Sex is by far the most natural experience our body goes through. No one needs lessons if you listen to what your body wants and set your mind free.
Lying back down, I use her hip as my pillow and rub my fingertips along her bare stomach. She threads her fingers through my mop top, which is in need of a haircut. No words are spoken, just simple touches. I should be the girl I’ve become and ask her what all of this means. Surely, for her, considering what she just gave me, it means we’re together. I don’t want to assume, though, or come off as too eager. Again with the labels and the branding that society requires you conform to. For all I know, Daisy wants to just be and not have to answer whether or not she’s my girlfriend. As far as I’m concerned, she is.
“I have to get ready.” It’s game day and for the first time in my life I wish I didn’t have to play today. I’d love to crawl back into bed next to her and make love to her all day long, breaking only for sustenance, which would mean she’s walking around my place naked. Sounds like a good day to me.
“Thank you,” she says sweetly, causing me some confusion.
“Why are you thanking me?”
“Because you didn’t slam the door in my face when you had every right to, and for what you did for my grandfather. He was so happy yesterday.” Her eyes mist up and she tries to hide her face, but I stop her. I don’t want her to cry.
“I like you, Daisy. A lot, actually, and when you wouldn’t return my phone calls or text messages I had to do something to get your attention. It’s a win-win all the way around. We’re together and your grandfather is happy. I’ll do it for every game if you want.”
She nods. “He’d like that.”
“Consider it done,” I say, moving closer to kiss her. Once our lips meet there’s no turning back. Her hands are everywhere - in my hair, down my back gripping my ass and finally to my erect cock. The moment she starts stroking, I’m a goner. Daisy knows I’m not leaving this bed until we’ve both found our release. She already knows how to press my buttons and make me submit to her.
“Aren’t you sore?” I ask as she continues to drive me toward the edge.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly. As much as it pains me, I move out of her grip and lay beside her.
“Don’t think you have to do this. If you’re sore, you should rest.”
She turns on her side to face me. “What do you do when you’re sore after a game? Do you stop and rest? Do you wait for the ache to go away or do you continue to play?”
“Play,” I say, winking my eye.
“Let’s play, Ethan. Come hit a homerun,” she whispers against my lips.
Her baseball analogy has me scrambling to my bedside table and yanking the drawer open, dropping it to the ground. The contents start to spill out, but not before I can grab the string of condoms. Yanking one off and ripping it open, I quickly sheath myself. Daisy’s focus is on me, her eyes are full of lust and her bottom lip is pulled between her teeth. My dick jumps with excitement, knowing that it’s about to be buried deep between her tight walls.
When Daisy sees me moving toward her, she’s kicking off the sheet that was barely covering her and spreading her legs for me. I love how it’s automatic, how she knows what she wants. She’s not shy or hesitant about having sex again and I really like that, especially considering this was her first time.
I tease her briefly before dipping my head in and pulling back out, letting my thumb tickle her clit. We’re short on time or I’d be working her body over, bringing her to the brink before pounding into her.
“This is what we call a quick-hitter.” I thrust quickly, pushing our rhythm faster than I want to.
“You’re already scoring,” she says, biting into my shoulder.
I love that she’s a sports fan, but I never knew that it would turn me on so much. My fairly new bed is creaking with each thrust. Daisy is moaning as her fingers dig into my back. Each grunt I give brings me closer to the edge, and when her eyes look into mine and her back arches, I start praying that she’s close because I’m about to fucking explode.
Adding slightly more pressure to her clit, she starts to buckle and move her
hips faster. The squeezing of her walls around my throbbing dick is all that I need to let go.
“You’re late,” Kidd says as I stagger into the clubhouse. The other guys are talking amongst themselves and aren’t paying attention to me. To say I’m hung-over would be an understatement even though I didn’t drink an ounce of booze yesterday. I’m tired, my muscles ache in both good and bad ways, and the euphoric high I’m feeling right now makes it seem like I’m floating.
I quickly glance at the clock and see I have about thirty minutes before we’re supposed to take the field and by all accounts, I really am late. I’m usually one of the first to arrive, often getting in some cardio before it’s time to change, or teasing the reporters in here because it’s fun and easy to get the women to swoon with a simple wink.
“Had stuff to get done today,” I say, slipping my watch off my wrist and placing it in my locker followed by my phone.
“Oh yeah, what’s her name?”
I shake my head and reach for my uniform, which is nicely folded and waiting for me. It’s too bad that the in-house laundry can’t wash the rest of my clothes because I hate doing laundry.
“Was she a hooker?”
I choke and start coughing. Kidd pats my back while laughing his ass off. Fucking jerk.
“I think I’m capable of picking up women of the non-charging kind.”
“Stripper?”
I shake my head no as I take off my shirt and hang it up. I instantly regret getting undressed in front of him.
“Son of a bitch, you fucked a vampire.” He’s seen the bite marks Daisy left on my shoulder and chest. I didn’t mind them then and I don’t know. I honestly don’t give a shit what Kidd or anyone else has to say about them either. Last night… I don’t want to be cheesy and say it was magical, but damn if she wasn’t made for me. We fit together perfectly, even if the elephant in the room sat there mocking me while I got my rocks off. We need to clear the air about the whole blogger bullshit before it escalates. Sarah says she should be allowed to read it because they’re fun and can give you a different perspective of what’s going on. We’re famous and need to accept that people want to know everything about us. I hate to think Sarah is right, but I know she is.
Everyone in the clubhouse stops talking. I don’t need to turn around to know that everyone is staring at me. I can feel their eyes boring into my back.
“You’re an ass.”
“Yes, but you knew that. Spill. Let’s be girls and gossip.”
“No thanks,” I say as I focus on getting dressed. Kidd finally drops the inquisition. I know it’s not over and he’ll be up my ass again, but for right now he’s quiet.
As soon as my cleats hit the concrete walkway out to the dugout, my heart starts racing. I’m anxious to see her and even though I see her almost every day, everything is different. Sex changes everything. The only time it doesn’t is when it’s a hook-up and you never intend to see that person again. I intend to see Daisy every fucking day until she tells me to stop.
The moment I climb the steps I’m looking left. She’s there with her grandfather. I’m not close enough to see his expression, but that’s about to change. I can’t help the movement of my feet as I walk over to her. Kids come rushing down for autographs and I oblige each and every request, looking at her briefly in between each signing.
When the usher stands by the gate blocking people from being near her, even though that’s not really what he’s doing, I know it’s my opportunity to talk to her.
She stands when she sees me walking toward her. I wave to the usher, who nods and moves up a few steps so she can come over to the gate.
“I really want to kiss you right now,” I say, clasping my hands together in front of me. My cup prevents anyone from seeing the semi forming in my pants.
“I think the staff would frown on such behavior.”
I nod in full agreement. “So would your grandfather. I think his idea of how baseball players’ act would not coincide with me sticking my tongue down his granddaughter’s throat.”
Daisy laughs and covers her mouth. She looks over her shoulder, beaming at her grandpa and I’m instantly jealous that she’s getting moments like this with him. I miss mine and now I’m going to call my mom and arrange for everyone to come out here for a week.
I do something that isn’t against the rules, but frowned upon nonetheless. I open the gate and take the few steps to talk to John. Fans see this and start rushing my way, but the usher calls for them to back up and now we’re being blocked from people bum rushing us, giving us minimal privacy.
“How are you doing?” I ask, shaking his hand.
“Oh young man, I’m a very happy man right now and I have you to thank for this.” He spreads his arm out and looks over the stadium. I don’t miss the slight watering in his eyes, but that doesn’t need to be brought to his attention.
“I like hearing that. I hope we can make it worthwhile for you. I know you’re missing Jeopardy.”
He laughs and squeezes my hand. I pat him on the back and walk back toward the gate, subtly touching Daisy’s hip when I pass.
“I’ll be over tonight,” she says, winking and sending the nerve endings in my body to heightened alert.
“Fuck me,” I mumble when I pass through the gate. I look over my shoulder and smile. “I’ll be there.”
I jog out to the outfield to see Kidd and the other guys. If I don’t do it now, it’ll happen in the clubhouse and I’m not sure if I’m ready to answer any of the media’s questions about Daisy. My teammates are a different story.
Bainbridge wraps his arm around my neck and rubs his knuckles over my hat. “Fucking wrap that shit tight, Davenport. The last thing you need right now is a pregnancy.”
“It’s okay, Bainbridge, his pussy packer is weak in that department,” Kidd yells as he catches one of Meyer’s pop flies.
“Fuck you, Kidd. I don’t see you with anyone.”
He looks at me after tossing the ball back toward the infield and says, “Why do you think I keep having parties that you never attend? I’m testing out the finer qualities of the Massachusetts women.”
“You’re going to get into trouble if you’re not careful,” Bainbridge adds.
“Nah. I know what no means.”
When I look at Kidd, I’m not so sure he does, but I hope that when a woman says it, it registers.
No one considers May to be a mid-season slump, unless you’re a Renegades fan. We’re racking up more losses than wins right now and heading into June, we’re well under 500 with a 24-30 record. This isn’t how our season is meant to go and it’s probably time for General Manager, Ryan Stone, to take a look at the coaching staff.
Why staff, you ask?
Right now the Renegades are the youngest team in the league and it doesn’t make sense to break them up. With the exception of Bainbridge, the team age is an average of 24-years old. They’re young men in their prime and not so far removed from their college days that they still understand the concept of hard work.
Is our coaching/management staff bad?
No, not necessarily, but they’re not showing stellar improvement either. Clearly the batting line-up isn’t working and could use some fine-tuning. And management needs to make a move on Cooper Bailey before it’s too late. Rumors are milling around that he’s seeking a trade because he’s ready to play for the big leagues. And honestly, we can’t really blame him. His batting average is through the roof, as is his on base percentage. Those are numbers the Renegades need right now.
No one is consistent right now for the Renegades. When one is hot, the rest are fizzling. The guys need to find their happy medium as a team and deliver the games they’re being paid to deliver.
GOSSIP WIRE:
Even though they’re going to counseling, it looks like the Bainbridges are heading for the big D (and I don’t mean Dallas) if he isn’t traded or doesn’t announce his retirement soon. Sources close to the couple have said that Bainbridge has,
in fact, cheated and isn’t willing to let the mistress go and the current Mrs. Bainbridge isn’t willing to concede to a divorce without some serious cash flow. As it’s been stated before, the senior Mr. Bainbridge made sure his son was fully protected from any gold digging that might occur and Mrs. Bainbridge is none too happy that no one is willing to pay her off.
Isn’t marriage grand?
Ethan Davenport – Boston’s resident Most Eligible Bachelor – is off the market. His college co-ed, who didn’t graduate with her class this month – has been seen going in and out of his house nightly. Thanks to Mr. Davenport for putting his address on Twitter, we’re able to send our spies out whenever we want.
Easton Bennett has yet to acknowledge the recent birth of a son to his sometimes girlfriend. In fact, he hasn’t even been seen with her, but has been spotted going in and out of her apartment. I guess we’re waiting for that pesky blood test to reveal the true identity of the father.
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I’m standing against a rental van equipped with a wheelchair lift and a brand new scooter inside. I’m not trying to buy Daisy’s love, but trying to ease her burden. She struggles financially, something I didn’t take into consideration until Boston University had graduation and she didn’t invite me to attend. I tried not to let my feelings get hurt, but when I read the list of graduates and she wasn’t in there, I had to ask her why. It took some prodding and some definite hot ass kisses to get her to spill. I played it off, acting like it didn’t affect me, but the truth of the matter is that it does. I don’t see her as a charity case. She’s my friend… my girlfriend, in fact, and if I want to help her, I’m going to.
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