by Ali Parker
"Your bed or mine?" He wrapped his strong arms around my waist as I clung to him.
"I don't care." I kissed the top of his head as he licked my breasts just below the top curve of my bra. "Just get us there."
"Mine is closer." He moved back up, sucking and licking at my neck as I tried hard not to shake. Everything about him left me buzzing with white-hot need.
"A condom," I panted as he laid me down on the bed and ran his hands up my stomach and over my breasts. I arched my back and moaned loudly as he took a shaky breath.
"Yeah. I have some in the bathroom. I'll grab them." He leaned down and kissed me once more before walking out of the room.
I sat up and took a few quick breaths. "This shit is really happening."
Before I could freak out too much, he walked back into the room and held them up. "I got three. I'll get more in the morning. This is good?"
"Three?" I laughed nervously. "Yeah. That should be good."
"Take off your bra, Layla. I wanna see you." He unbuttoned his pants as he watched me like a hawk.
I reached back and worked on the clasp, watching him like we were teenagers, seeing the other sex for the first time. I felt silly and far too needy for the night ahead, but it was Jayce Moore.
I pulled my bra off my shoulders and tossed it to the side as he groaned.
"Fuck, you're beautiful. You're so far beyond everything I imagined you to be." He pulled his underwear off, and I reached for his cock, stroking it a few times as I kept my eyes on his.
"I just want you to take your time with me. I want you to touch everything, kiss everywhere. Don't leave a part of me unmarked by you, okay?" I moved to the edge of the bed and leaned over to take him in my mouth.
He dropped the condoms and moaned loudly as his fingers slipped in my hair. "Anything you want, baby. I'm all yours. I always have been, Lay."
My turn to moan. I took my time, kissing and licking every inch of him until he pushed me back softly.
"No more. I want to feel you wrapped around me. I need to." He pushed at my shoulder, and I laid back as he worked on my jeans, pulling them off slowly. "Mmmm... your panties are wet."
"They always are around you." I reached for him as he leaned down and pressed his mouth over my panties. I cried out as his tongue flicked back and forth roughly. "Shit."
"Mmmmm... I'm going to enjoy taking my time down there." He kissed me a few more times before pulling my panties off and crawling up on the bed with me.
"I'm sorry about the misunderstanding." I sat up and rubbed his chest softly as he worked the condom onto his thick shaft. "I didn't mean that I didn't want you."
"I'm sorry I misunderstood. No more talking about it." He pressed his lips to mine and forced me back as he climbed on top of me and nestled himself between my thighs. "Fast and hard a few times, yeah?"
I wrapped my arms tightly around him. "Absolutely. Get your first time in and then I want on top."
"Fuck that's hot." He kissed me again and pressed forward, opening me up as we shared a long groan.
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in deeper my pressing my heels into his ass. It had been way too long and no one could tell me that love and lust could easily be separated again. It was bullshit. Lust with love was overwhelming pleasure.
"God, you're tight, Lay. I'm going work that out of you, all right?" I could almost hear his cocky smile as he pressed his mouth to my ear and thrusted hard, filling me up.
I cried out and arched my back as pleasure shot through my stomach. "Please?"
"Anything for you, baby." He wrapped his arms around me and took fast and hard to a whole new level. It didn't take more than a few minutes and I was thrashing below him in the hardest and longest orgasm I'd ever experienced.
I screamed his name as he whispered all the naughty things he was going to do to me now that I was his. I couldn't get a word out between my moans so I gave up trying. We didn't fuck and we didn't make love, but whatever we did, I was addicted completely. It was something beautiful in between where passion forced love into submission. I didn't know that kind of pleasure existed.
"I'm gonna come, Lay." He pressed his elbows to the bed beside my head and kissed me softly a few times. "Tell me again that you love me."
"So much." My heart felt like it might burst in my chest. "I love you so much. I have since we met."
He groaned softly and laid down, cradling me as he rolled his hips and pressed his mouth against my ear. The sound of him drawing pleasure from my body left my skin covered in chill-bumps. "I love you too."
I rubbed his back as he slowed down a little. "This night ended so much better than I thought it would."
"Take it slow?" He moved back up to his elbows and scoffed at me. "That's code word for 'I'm not interested'.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed at his chest. "In stupid guy talk. I want on top. My turn. I'll show you slow."
"Fuck yes. Please." He rolled onto his back and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as I sat up. "I'm the luckiest bastard alive."
"You have been a bastard lately." I moved off of him and grabbed another condom. "Good thing I know the softy underneath all that crap."
"Softy?" He chuckled and grabbed me, pressing me to the bed on my stomach as he crawled on top of me. "I'm not really that soft. It was just a ploy."
I groaned and rubbed my ass along his stomach. "It worked. Stop playing and fuck me again."
"You're going to be the death of me, you bad girl."
"Your girl," I moaned against the bed as he gripped my hips tightly.
He left me speechless as he fulfilled every wicked fantasy I had that night.
I wasn't sure where we were going from there, but one thing I knew for sure... I was his wherever the road led.
Chapter 21
One Week Later
Jayce
The last week had been absolute bliss. The busyness of school and trying to get into the groove of just playing baseball had been overshadowed completely by the newness of my relationship with Layla. I knew she was the right girl for me, but for some stupid reason I'd fought against it half our lives.
I glanced up from home plate and smiled at her as she sat in the stands at our first game of the season. I'd pitched like a pro for the first six innings. We were up three runs and the bases were loaded.
"Smack it out of the park, Jayce!" She cupped her hands over her mouth as she yelled from the stands. The rest of my friends were piled up beside her, drinking beer and having far too much fun. Warmth raced through me, healing parts of me I didn't know needed to be healed.
I'd never be alone. The crowd of people chanting my name reminded me of that as I turned and lifted the bat. Grand slam time. A smile tugged at my lips as I exhaled slowly and nodded to the pitcher.
The ball flew toward me at breakneck speed, but it felt right. It was my pitch. I twisted and swung the bat with all of my might. The sound of the bat connecting with the ball sent relief racing through me. I slung the bat and took off for first base, my heart racing and adrenaline pumping. I'd made the right decision to just focus on baseball. I'd grown stronger in my conviction over the last week about all of it. Mostly because of Layla constantly confirming and supporting me.
"Grand slam kid. Run the bases." Our assistant coach popped my butt as I nodded and continued around the bases.
The stands were going nuts like we'd just won the game, and maybe we had. I was a little more cautious about celebrating so early, but I couldn't help but chuckle as I glanced up to see my friends dancing and raising hell in the stands. My victory was theirs as well.
"Way to go, baby!" Layla bounced on her feet, waving her hands around.
"All for you." I blew her a kiss and jogged back to the dugout.
"No getting sappy, lover boy. We still got three innings and this team is known for coming back strong." Coach McMillian gave me a stern look as I pulled off my helmet and dropped down on a bench in the dugout.
"Never, coach."
I rolled my shoulders and leaned back to rest against the fence. The weather had been compliant to some degree. It was still chilly, but no snow so far that day.
Thomas Hammond was up to bat next.
I stood up and moved up to the fence. "Hit it hard, Tom. Knock it outta here."
He rolled his shoulder and swung his bat a few times before moving closer to the plate. The catcher said something, and Tom turned at the same time the pitcher threw the ball. He turned in time to move out of the way, but it was headed right for him.
"What the fuck was that?" I growled and turned to jog out onto the field. Coach would give me shit for getting involved later, but I was team captain. I had a few extra privileges.
Tom was back on his feet by the time I hit the diamond.
"Jayce. Get back in the dugout. Now," Coach McMillian barked at me.
"What the fuck was that?" I yelled at the pitcher.
He glanced over at me and gave me a cocky smile. Anger burned through my stomach, but I backed up slowly and stopped at the entrance to the dugout. The crowd was booing so loud it was disturbing. Did Thomas know the pitcher?
I crossed my arms over my chest as the pitcher threw a curve ball. Thomas didn't flinch, but stepped forward and hit the hell out of it. It flew over the fence, and I clapped and walked back into the dugout.
"That's right. Fuck with us and we'll take you out." I sat back down as some of the guys around me chuckled.
Thomas walked back into the dugout a few minutes later and sat down next to me with a groan. "Damn that would've hurt."
"You know that guy?" I glanced over at him. It was rare for a pitcher to try and peg a player without cause.
"Yeah. Sort of." He gave me a sly smile. "I didn't know it was his girlfriend I was hitting on last weekend in a bar up in Boston."
My eyes widened in surprise. "You hit on that dude's girlfriend?"
I glanced back out there, noting how big the guy was.
"Yep. I had no clue. Little bitch gave me her number and practically gave me a lap dance." He snorted. "I think she wanted the big guy out there to get jealous."
"How the hell did he recognize you?" I glanced over at Thomas. He looked like every other white guy in the northeast. The guy had no distinguishing features at all.
"I was wearing my hat." He reached up and put his hat back on. "He got in my face and said he was going to whoop my ass in the game next week." He pointed to the field. "This game."
"Well, fuck him. The score shows that his girl should have given you more than a lap dance." Gibbons, a big black guy, walked by us and popped the bill of Thomas’s hat. "Hope you steal her from underneath his nose."
"I'm good, but thanks buddy." Thomas smiled and leaned back. "I'm just praying we win this thing. We're up eight runs now."
"We're gonna win. No doubt about it." I got up and pressed my arms to the fence, scanning the field before I turned my head to watch Layla. We hadn't made love since that first night because of being so damn busy, but I wanted to revisit her desire to have me touch and kiss every part of her. "Tonight."
Now I just needed to find a way to get rid of our friends. As if.
*
We held tight to our eight run lead, but Boston didn't let us get another run in after that. The team celebrated in the locker room together, turning on music and dancing around. We had a good handful of characters on the team, but I wasn't one of them. I gave everyone a high five and walked back up to the baseball diamond. I'd shower later. I wanted to find Layla and see what she thought of the game.
"Hey you." She stood up from the stands as I walked around the fence to get to her.
"Hi beautiful." I reached up and offered her my hand as she stepped off the bleachers. Her long white skirt and pretty pink top softened her a little. So many thoughts raced through my mind, all of them focused on our future. I could almost see her in a long white dress, walking toward me down the aisle of a big church. Or in a hospital bed, holding a little pink bundle with tears in her eyes.
"You okay?" She touched the side of my face and drew me down toward her.
"Oh yeah. I just keep seeing our future together." I slid my hands over her hips and pulled her in tight as I kissed her a few times. The smell of her skin left my pulse spiking. "No hanging out with friends tonight. I want you to myself."
"Good." She tightened her arms around my neck. "You promised to help me with my hitting problem. How about now?"
I laughed and glanced down the length of her body. "You're in a dress."
"And? I can do everything in this skirt that I can do in pants." She gave me a look that screamed challenge.
"Fine. Let's see what you got." I moved back and reached for her hand.
"It's just outside pitches. I used to be fine with them, but for some reason, I'm not able to connect as well as I used to be. Coach keeps telling me to work on exercises that affect my hip flexors, but I'm doing that and still nothing," she grumbled softly beside me.
I picked up a glove from the ground just inside the dugout. "I'll throw you a few outside pitches and you hit just like you normally would. Give me five good hits and we'll figure it out, okay baby?"
"All right. I’m warning you though… it’s about to get ugly." She picked up a bat and swung it as she walked to home plate and wagged her eyebrows at me.
"You're turning me on." I turned and walked to the pitcher’s mound, but stopped in front of it where she’d most likely be pitched to during a softball game. "Know how hard it is to concentrate with a hard-on poking you in the stomach?"
"Um, no, I don't." She laughed and moved up toward home plate as she lifted the softball bat. "Help me with this and I promise to help you with that." She nodded toward my waist.
"Deal." I got in position and let my eyes run over her slowly. Concentrating on her position and form was going to be difficult seeing that I'd already started to strip her naked in my mind's eye.
"Are you paying attention?" She cocked her hip and swung the bat a few times.
"No. You're so beautiful. It's hard to concentrate with you around." I took a quick breath, rolled my shoulders and nodded. "All right. I'm good."
She laughed and nodded. "Let's do it."
"Stop flirting with me and get ready." I swung my arm around and threw an outside pitch underhanded toward her.
She swung and missed the softball altogether. Interesting.
"Well?" She put her hand on her hip as her eyes narrowed a little. She was as much of a competitor as I was. This was going to get interesting fast.
"Four more and we'll talk. Stop thinking about what you're doing and work on hitting the ball. I need to see your natural rotation."
"I'm trying. Having you watch me is a little nerve-wracking. Stop being so bossy too. It's hot." She turned to the side and got back into position.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, woman." I smiled and threw the ball again. We went through the same routine three more times before I walked toward her.
"Mind if I put my hands on you?" I tossed the ball and glove behind me and took her bat from her. "Get in position." I moved up behind her and slid my hands over her hips, gripping them tightly.
She sucked in a quick breath and pressed her back against my chest. "I love it when you touch me."
"Good." I turned her a little and leaned forward, brushing my nose along her neck as she shivered. "You're pulling out with your hips for some reason. I'm gonna hold on to you tightly and you pretend to hit the ball. Let me have control of your lower half as much as you can."
"Sounds naughty," she whispered sensually.
I took a shaky breath and shook my head. "All right. Step toward the plate instead of away from it. That'll help."
She nodded and lifted her hands as if holding a bat. She let out a soft sigh and stepped toward the plate as I shifted her hips just a little. She swung and pulled from me.
"Wow. Weird. I could seriously feel the difference."
"Right? Let's try it again and then I'll get th
e ball and we'll let you hit a few more. Your natural tendency is going to be to pull back and not twist your hips as you step toward the plate. Fight against it. Make new muscle memory. Ready?"
"Can you show me one more time?" She gave me a flirty smile over her shoulder.
"Get over here, you bad thing. You didn't need my help. You just wanted my hands on you." I gripped her tightly and pressed my arousal to her rear as I nipped at her ear. "This would be more fun back at the apartment."
"One more rotation and we'll go." She lifted her arms and performed the movement perfectly.
"With the bat?" I moved to pick it up and handed it to her.
"Yeah. Let's do it." She rolled the bat and smiled. Her innuendos were going to be the death of me and she knew it.
"I'm going to spank you when we get back to the apartment for being so cheeky." I grabbed the ball and my glove. I got in position and looked her way.
The smile on her lips told me I was in trouble. "Please?"
I groaned and threw the ball. She hit it so hard it went over the fence. She didn't need my help... sneaky little thing. Somehow the thought of her playing me left me wanting her to do it again and again.
Chapter 22
Layla
"I did too need help." I turned toward Jayce as we got into my jeep.
"I'm just saying... You fixed the problem pretty quickly." He gave me a cute smile that made my heart melt. Never in a million years would I have thought of myself as sappy, but around him, I turned into a different woman. Everything was brighter and better because he was mine. It was a scary notion that he could walk anytime and I'd have to figure it all out on my own again, but I refused to think too much about it.
I'd enjoy the good times while they lasted.
"Tell me what you're thinking about doing after graduation." He reached out and took my hand, kissing the back of it a few times. "It's a conversation we probably need to have sooner than later, right?"
