by Ward,Alice
“I want you,” she moaned, her body squirming harder and lifting towards my hand.
Those eyes were killers, filled with love and desire and an innocence that turned me on. She always blushed when I tried to get her to talk dirty to me. Damn, I loved that!
“What do you want me to do?” I asked softly.
She groaned and pushed her pussy harder onto my fingers, impaling herself on my hand. She was warm, tight, and so very wet. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. My cock twitched hard at her words, and I withdrew my fingers from inside of her, leaving her open and ready. Pushing her thighs wide, I settled between them, gripping my cock until I was nudging her entrance.
Home.
This was home, I realized. She was my home.
She cried out as I plunged deep inside of her.
The warmth of her body consumed me, the contractions of her pussy walls teased me and the sweet sounds of her moans made me want to come right then.
No, think of anything else, Calvin. Baseball, Aunt Edna, dill pickles. Ugh, I hate those!
Her hips rocked against me, her back arching and her breasts pushing upwards as I thrust deep into her, over and over. Lifting myself up, I sat back on my heels, watching our bodies connect. Lifting her feet to my shoulders, I changed the angle until she cried out, her body quivering, her pussy walls contracting and relaxing through an orgasm.
I gripped her breast, squeezed gently and then focused on the erect nipple that when touched ever so softly made her squirm before taking the pink tip into my mouth.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” I gasped against her flesh, kissing up her neck until our mouths met again. My balls tightened, and the blood rushed from my head. Her pussy contracted against me in an opposing rhythm that drove me over the edge. I moved faster, harder, pushing us both toward pleasure’s cliff.
She came again, and I growled, letting myself follow. “I love you,” I said against her lips.
Her big green eyes stared into mine; I knew what she was thinking. The pain was back in her eyes, and I knew she was flashing back to the image of me, a drunk dumbass with that blonde on my lap. I hated to see the pain in her eyes, but there it was, slapping me in the face.
Dumbass, dumbass, dumbass!
“I love you too,” she whispered.
I rolled us until we were facing each other, our legs tangled together, our bodies still connected, her breasts pressed against my chest. I wound my hand in her dark hair, pulling her towards me as I leaned into her. Our lips connected, our tongues intertwined, but the passion that was so strong earlier was now suddenly absent.
“We need to talk about last night.”
Again?
There it was, the thing I’d been dreading and hoping we’d moved past. I mentally cursed, and my cock shriveled up and worked its way out of her body without any resistance. I rolled to my back, let out a long sigh and struggled for what I could possibly say to make things better.
There was nothing. I already told her what happened and that I was sorry… wasn’t that enough?
Her finger traced the outline of my belly button. It tickled and made me flinch. “Calvin, we really need to talk,” she said softly.
Fuck. Damn. Shit.
No, I didn’t think that was necessary at all. What was there to talk about, really? Hadn’t we already said what needed to be said less than a half hour ago? Had she forgotten already? Was I going to have to grovel for days?
I rolled to my side, leaned in, and kissed her softly on the nose. “Baby, I know I fucked up,” I admitted. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”
I rolled toward the edge of the mattress and sat up with my feet on the floor. The feel of her hand on my back was warm but somehow caused cold chills to make me shudder. I stood up, walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Practice started in an hour and I had to go. Even if I wanted to, which I didn’t, there wasn’t time to talk. Not now. Especially after we’d already said everything that needed to be said. Hadn’t we?
After a quick shower, I pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, stuffed my clothes for the day into my duffle, and leaned down to give her a kiss goodbye. “I’m going to be late for practice,” I stated and watched her beautiful green eyes fill with disappointment and pain.
My jaw tightened. She knew I had practice every day, so why the sad eyes? It was my job now. A great paying job that could buy her just about anything she wanted.
“What am I supposed to do?” she asked, her voice leaning toward a whine. I exhaled a long breath, then reached into my wallet and pulled out my gold card.
“Go shopping, see the city, come by practice if you want.” Please God, let that appease her. It was obvious it hadn’t when she refused to take the card from my hand. I set it on the bed beside her and apologized — again — for my actions. “We’ll talk tonight, I promise.”
A sinking feeling lodged in my heart as I walked down the stairs of my apartment building. The sunshine was bright and the day beautiful, but a gloom enveloped me that I just couldn’t shake.
How was I going to fix this? Could it even be fixed?
It was a relief to be in the locker room; chatter surrounded me and echoed off the walls. My mind was washed of the misery I left at home and now occupied with baseball, just baseball.
“Hey man, how are you doing?” Marty asked, his hand pushed hard on my shoulder. I turned and smiled, trying not to notice the real concern in his eyes. “I mean, she looked pretty pissed last night,” he continued to push my misery back into focus.
“Yes, she was pissed, but, we worked it out,” I lied.
“Glad to hear that. I worried all night that she left you in a ditch somewhere,” he said and then pounded a fist on my back again.
It was nice that he was concerned; he seemed like a good guy. Ace, on the other hand, was quick to make it clear how he felt. “There wasn’t anything to work out, she needs to get a grip on her emotions.” He spouted his opinion whether anyone wanted it or not. At the moment, I did not.
“She just got into town, I really shouldn’t have stayed,” I said, feeling the need to defend her. “She’s a good girl, she didn’t deserve that.” Marty patted me on the back and murmured what sounded like an agreement. Ace quickly puffed out his chest and made a face.
“You’re not just a man now, hot shot, you’re a Beast, and beasts have large appetites,” Ace roared, beating on his chest like King Kong as he spoke. He laughed and his lips curled into a crooked smile. “I told you having a girl isn’t a good idea. There are plenty of pussies ripe for the plucking. Why stay with one, especially when she’s trying to tame you?”
“Tame me?” I laughed and found my damn smile unable to control. His actions were funny as hell, and I still idolized this man, even if he did get me into a pile of shit last night with Whitney.
“Yes, sir, there is no taming the beast!” he boasted and jumped onto a chair near our lockers. “Who among us are men?” he shouted. Everyone stopped, looked in his direction. “Who among us are beasts?” he shouted even louder. Everyone roared as he spoke, and his arms rose high above his head, his body swaying slowly from side to side as if he were talking to his people, and he, of course, was their king. “I can’t hear you!” he screamed, directing his attention to me. “Are you a man or a beast, hot shot?”
The energy around me was contagious. “I’m a beast,” I said.
“A what?” he asked, cupping his hand to his ear.
“A beast!” I screamed out.
“Fuck yeah you are!” he shouted and hopped down from his pedestal.
Even Marty was smiling. Ace had a way of getting you fired up over anything. I was pretty sure he could get us all chanting about hemorrhoid cream if he wanted to.
Coach Griffin walked into the locker room with a clipboard in his hand and a whistle around his neck. He blew it twice to get everyone’s attention. I shook my head, thinking how much easier Ace got everyone quieted down than the coach. We went
over the details of our practice and then he yelled for us to get out on the field.
We all spread out and stretched before pairing up to basically play catch before starting batting practice. The stands had several fans there to watch, including a beautiful blonde with large blue eyes. She stared at me so intently that it made me nervous.
“Looks like you got a fresh one on the line.” Ace slapped me on the back as he spoke.
I laughed it off and ran to my position, waiting for him to toss the ball. I could feel her eyes on me the entire time, even though I refused to look in her direction. Batting practice started, and I took my spot on the mound.
“Show me what you got, Malone!” she shouted and jumped up from her seat to cheer me on.
We had fans back in college, sometimes women who wanted to hook up with some of the better players in hopes of snagging them before they hit it big. But this… this was different, we were all big players now with large paychecks, and the women seemed much more aggressive than any I had experienced.
Keep your nose clean, Calvin. You’ve already fucked up once.
Ace made his way to the fence and leaned over to whisper something in a petite brunette’s ear. I watched as she giggled and blushed. He grabbed a bat and took his position at the plate, winking at me before swinging at one of my warm-up pitches.
The crack was deafening and the ball gone. I squinted, watching it soar past the outfielders and then past the fence. He was certainly a power hitter, but as he dropped the bat and moved back towards that little brunette, it was obvious he was more of a power player than anything else.
I knew I needed to stay away from him, but he was impressive, smooth, and charm oozed from his pores. He demanded attention and usually received it from whoever he wanted.
CHAPTER FIVE
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Whitney
The water washed over me, cleansing the scent of Calvin from my body. I couldn’t resist him this morning, but I knew I should’ve. My breasts were still sensitive as the water streamed onto my nipples, and my pussy still ached from where it had been stretched to accommodate him after so long.
You gave in, Whitney. Good job!
I scolded myself, but I knew it was unnecessary because Holly would be here soon to scold me plenty. What would Calvin think when she arrived? I knew he would be pissed, and why wouldn’t he? They barely got along, and any time there was trouble between us, Holly was quick to point the finger at Calvin, even when it wasn’t his fault. Our troubles were usually small, silly stuff like forgetting my birthday one year, or arguments over his obsession with baseball. This trouble was different, and it felt huge.
There had never been another woman between us, at least not like the blonde who so freely showed off her vagina — in public — like Calvin was a gynecologist giving her an exam. He had his share of groupies, but Calvin was always polite. He signed autographs, let them snap a picture with him after a big game, but he never flirted, and he certainly never let them hang on him like that slutty blonde.
My blood was boiling again, the sweet thoughts of our lovemaking this morning had vanished from my mind, and all that was left was anger, confusion, and pain.
I dressed in my cutest white sundress, the one that showed off my tan and my cleavage, figuring I would take Calvin up on his offer and stop by his practice later that day. The credit card he left on the bed taunted me as I started to walk out of the bedroom. I reached down, picked it up, and carried it to the kitchen where I left it on the table. The place was quiet, too quiet for New York, and I was dying to see some action, but going alone didn’t seem appealing. I fell onto the recliner that sat in front of the large screen TV and gripped the remote. I flipped through channels, determined to find something to keep my mind occupied until Holly arrived.
The vibrations of my phone pulled me awake. I reached for it underneath me where it had slipped and saw Holly’s face on the screen. Surprised I’d fallen asleep, the last thing I remembered watching was a reality show about little people. I slid my finger across the screen to answer. “Hello?”
“Hey, hooker. I’m here, you gonna buzz me up or what?” Holly’s voice was a welcomed and much needed symphony for my ears.
“Yes, of course,” I said, jumping out of Calvin’s recliner that had swallowed me into sleep and pushed the button on the wall beside the front door. I gripped the knob and pulled the door open. The clicking of her heels on the steps made my heart race. I finally got a glimpse of her on the second flight and ran down the stairs to meet her. Her arms wrapped around me, she squeezed me hard and tight, and suddenly, all of my pain and anger was gone.
“So… this place is nice,” Holly said in a tone I recognized as fake. I couldn’t stop my laughter. “This is where they placed him until he finds his own apartment,” I explained. I knew she was expecting some swanky high-rise with a doorman and amazing views of the city since Calvin was now officially a NY Beast. “He wanted to wait until I arrived to help pick out a place.”
Holly pushed her blonde hair from her shoulder and gave me a concerned glance. “Sounds like he’s done plenty without waiting for you,” she snapped.
“Calvin’s not like that,” I quickly said. Why was I defending him?
“Well, it sounded pretty serious last night,” Holly reminded me.
She pulled her large red designer suitcase into the apartment and left it by the door. It looked like she’d packed for a month. How long was she planning on staying?
“I was just upset,” I said, downplaying the true hurt and anger I’d felt. And still did. I didn’t need Holly’s fangs coming out for blood, especially since I hadn’t even told Calvin she was coming.
“So, how drunk was he?” she asked. She looked around the apartment with a judgmental glare at its lack of swank. After she asked the question, she didn’t wait for me to answer, she just moved towards the window in the living room and looked down towards the street. “Looks like a lovely neighborhood.” Sarcasm oozed from her lips.
“He was pretty wasted.” I ignored her snobbish remark.
“And who was he with?” she asked.
I lifted a shoulder. “A couple guys from the team. Ace somebody. He kept going on and on about being out with him, and the owner of the team, I think.”
“Ace Newman?” Holly asked, quickly turning to stare me in the eye. Her voice raised in pitch when she said his name and her excitement was easy to see.
“Yes, that’s it, Ace Newman,” I agreed, wrinkling my nose.
“Holy shit, he’s the hottest player in the league!” Holly squealed, suddenly not interested in Calvin’s bad behavior. “I didn’t know he was on his team.”
“I think it was meant to be either a surprise or it was a last minute decision. His name wasn’t mentioned before Calvin came out here.” Her enthusiasm about Ace was starting to bug me. I wanted to focus on the true problem of Calvin getting a lap dance from a slutty blonde instead of rushing home to see me like I expected.
“And you said the owner of the team was there too?” she asked.
“Yes.” I was getting irritated at her lack of empathy for my situation.
“What difference does any of that make?”
Holly slowly sank into the recliner that had soothed me to sleep without warning and smiled. “Well, it was his first day, and Ace Newman is his hero, right?” she asked, and I nodded. “He would look like a little bitch if he took off to go home to his girl right then, especially in front of the owner.”
“Yes, I get that, but that, that slut…” I sputtered.
“Well, that was uncalled for, but I’d bet it was some weird male ritual to initiate him into the club, you know how guys are, always have their chests puffed out and their dicks swinging,” she added with a laugh. “Just don’t give him any for a while, make him suffer, and trust me, he won’t do it again.”
Her big blue eyes locked onto mine, and I watched as her lips curled into a frown. “Whitney!” she exclaimed. “You gave him some after a
ll that?”
“This morning,” I admitted. My face flushed with heat, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands so I shoved them behind my back. “It had been so long, and he felt so good.”
She shook her head but wasn’t able to contain a smirk. I’d missed her so badly. Even though it was only a couple days since I saw her last, it felt like months.
She calmed me down with the realization that it was probably the guys prodding Calvin to drink shot after shot. He did tell me last night that he was trying to leave, but I didn’t want to hear it. Her advice about holding out was good advice and would have given me some leverage, but it was a little too late. So, now what do I do?
“You’re not gonna leave him over this, are ya?” she asked. “I mean, if ya wanna come home, I can get us two tickets right now.”
“No, of course not,” I said. “Besides, if we left now, neither of us would have seen New York City.”
“You mean you haven’t been exploring the city yet?” she asked as she rose to her feet and placed her hands on her perfectly tiny waist.
“I walked down to the pizza place last night, and well, I got to see inside the club for a few minutes.” I laughed, feeling better already.
“Oh, honey, we have to do New York in style,” she said. “Central Park, Rockefeller Center, shopping, some of the best spas in the country, and of course more shopping!” Holly squealed.
She looked so at ease, and here I was sheltering myself in the apartment fearful of venturing out on my own. I reached onto the table and picked up the gold card Calvin had given me.
“I have this,” I said, showing her the card.
Holly’s eyes widened. “Oh hell, yeah. Calvin deserves to pay for some fun after the stunt he pulled.”
It didn’t take her any time at all to dig through her bag for a new outfit and then change. Her excitement level was exactly what I needed. She was always the wild one, the more adventurous one, while I preferred to play everything safe. I couldn’t imagine where I’d be without her. She was fearless, and I’d been afraid of my own shadow before we became best friends in grade school. She was the one who pushed me to talk to Calvin when she found out I had a crush on him, and in high school when he wanted to go all the way, and I was afraid, she was the one who told me to go for it.
