Heavy Hitter (Triple Play Series Book 1)

by Stacy Borel

  “I wanted to see if we could try something.”

  “Let me have it. Your cheeks are so red; you look like you’re about to turn into a candy apple.”

  I giggled nervously. “Here’s the thing. I’ve never … I wanted to see if I could … I’ve wanted to since the first time we ….”

  “Ash, spit it out.”

  “I’ve never gone down on a guy before. You said it was okay to try new things with you, and I thought with Foster being out of the apartment and finals being done that it might be a good time.”

  His eyes looked up at me fiercely. “I’m not going to say no to something like that. You having your mouth on my cock sounds like the best ending to my day. But what brought this on?”

  Crew’s dirty talk made me feel a thousand times more bashful while at the same time causing dampness in my panties. I wondered if I’d always feel this inexperienced and shy, but I was grateful that he was totally down with the idea.

  I shrugged, trying to seem casual. “Dunno. Just something I had on my mind.”

  “Your mind, huh? So you’ve been thinking about my dick?”

  “Crew.”

  He smiled, trying not to laugh. “What? You said …”

  “I didn’t say I was thinking about your dick.” I nearly whispered the last word like it was a curse word rolling off my tongue.

  “It’s not dirty, you know. Speaking to me like that. I like it. And I enjoy even more that you are thinking about me like that. It makes me hard.”

  I tried to straighten my spine and appear confident. “In that case, yes. I think about your dick all the time, and I’d like to give you my first blow job. Please, and thanks.”

  He couldn’t hold it back. He barked a laugh so loud that I thought he was going to fall backward. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more adorable, you go and say something like that.”

  I had added that last bit to lessen my own tension. “Well …?”

  He regained his composure. “Wellll …” He drew out. “I’ve been at the shop all day, and I smell like a rancid dead animal. I’m going to go take a shower, and I’ll be back out when I’m done, and we can do whatever your heart desires.”

  I desired every little ounce of him naked, clothed, rich, poor, scarred, unmarred, anything. He was everything to me, and I wanted him however he would let me take him at this very moment. I nodded, and he stood once again, not hiding his very impressive erection pressing against his pants. Well, at least I’d done something right in this whole embarrassing moment.

  He didn’t bother grabbing a change of clothes. Why bother when they would be coming off anyway? Before he left the room, he crouched back to my level and kissed the tip of my nose. It was so endearing and sweet that I almost pulled him down on top of me. Whatever he smelled like didn’t matter. In fact, I found it erotic and addicting.

  Once he walked out, I sat there feeling every nerve ending buzzing with excitement. He did this to me. Every time he was near, I’d never felt more alive. Ready to push the limits of life. Not that a sexual act such as going down on another human being wasn’t normal, but it was new and thrilling to me. Like so many other things. He was making me want to try it all—food, sex, travel, possibilities. I craved it all as long as Crew experienced it by my side. In fact, why was I waiting for him to take his shower when I could maybe help him with the task.

  Standing, I went to the bathroom door, which was still slightly open. The shower was on, and the sliver of mirror I could see was beginning to fog over. Swallowing my doubts, I went inside and stripped down. I was being quiet, so he didn’t have a clue I was in here. I figured the best way to do this was to just step in. I took a deep breath and climbed in. Crew had his back to me, and his head was under the spray while soap ran down his exquisite backside. As soon as he heard me, he looked over his shoulder and got an eyeful. He blinked once, twice, three times before he turned completely around.

  Now I was the one getting an eyeful.

  He stood there, unmoving and not speaking. “Sorry, I probably should have asked first. I thought it would be okay if I joined you.”

  He remained quiet, and the area below his waist bounced. My eyes flashed down to the movement and then quickly back up to his face. He was oh, so turned on, that much he couldn’t deny. Water was spraying around him as it hit his skin and residual droplets splashed on me. It was cool, but the humid air made it less uncomfortable.

  Unlike my bashful glance of him, Crew took a leisurely stroll with his eyes down my body, pausing briefly on my breasts. My hair hung forward, partially hiding me from him. He stepped forward and brushed my hair back. His fingertips grazed my sides, causing goose bumps to cover me. My nipples pebbled, and I exhaled loudly.

  “Asking me if you can shower with me shouldn’t even be a question.” He palmed my boob and rubbed his rough thumb over the tender flesh. “If you want to do something with me, just do it. I’m yours, and you are mine.”

  My thighs squeezed at the onslaught of desire rolling through me. “Yours.”

  He leaned in and kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue. I leaned into him, feeling his arousal between us. While I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me, I wanted to lower myself and feel what it was like to have him in my mouth. Kissing my way down his neck, his wide chest, and to his navel, I was almost kneeling when he tried to stop me.

  “The tub isn’t going to feel good on your knees.”

  I looked at him and smiled. “I think I’ll be fine, Coach. I’ll stop if it becomes too much.”

  I was face to face with Crew’s impressive cock. It was intimidating and slightly scary. While I’d never admit it out loud, I’d seen porn videos of girls doing this before, and they would get after it like their jobs depended on it. And I’m sure, for them, it did. Bringing my hand up, I wrapped my fingers around the base of him. Tentatively, I leaned forward and put my lips lightly around the shimmering mushroom head. Crew was maybe only an inch inside my mouth before I retracted and peered up at him.

  He groaned. “I’m not sure your knees will get the chance to hurt. You do more of that, then look at me with your sexy blue eyes, and I’m not going to last long.”

  I praised myself. I started with a slow rhythm, unsure if you actually sucked or simply moved your mouth back and forth. I based my actions on Crew’s approval and deep growls. He enjoyed very light sucking and my tongue rubbing the underside of his dick as I withdrew before I pulled him back in. Over and over I did this, testing my own gag reflexes as I tried to take him in as far as I could. I was disappointed that I wasn’t able to take all of him in before I needed to move back and take a deep breath, but he seemed perfectly content. His hand grabbed the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I wasn’t in the least put off by the aggressive move. On the contrary, it turned me on even more. I wanted to put my own hand between my legs and touch myself where I needed the relief.

  I knew I was soaking wet even without all the water. Crew was making me drip with desire. We weren’t directly under the shower, but water trickled down my face, and my body was damp.

  “Fucking Christ. Ashton, I’m getting close.”

  In my head, I knew what that meant, but I hadn’t thought through the part where the porn girls either swallowed a mouthful of the sticky white stuff, or they had it shot all over their makeup-clad faces. I continued doing what I was in hopes that he would help me decide. When Crew roughly yanked me back, I was slightly startled and intently focused on pleasing him.

  “I’m about to come. You don’t have to keep your mouth there if you don’t want to. But either way, it’s coming.”

  I nodded, flicking the tip of him with my tongue. That this man could come unglued so quickly with very little effort on my part made me feel powerful. His body shook, and he placed his other hand on the tile. When the first trickle of fluid touched my tongue, my instinct was to swallow. It was salty and thick but had a very distinct flavor. It wasn’t unpleasant, just different. I
didn’t trust myself to appear sexy while I sucked out every little drop of him, so I pulled my head back and instead watched him as his head rolled forward, and he groaned in pleasure. His hand slowly loosened as residual tremors continued to rock his body.

  My gaze flickered up to him through my thick lashes, and he was looking down at me with something new. Was it adoration? Confusion? When he helped me up and kissed me fiercely, I’m certain he could taste his salty essence on my tongue.

  He hummed. “That’s probably the best way a man could come home and unwind from a hard day.”

  I laughed. “So it was good?”

  “Don’t doubt yourself. Everything you do is amazing, and this was no exception. You made me come.”

  I reveled in how his wet body slid against mine. Nakedness was foreign to me with someone else, but it felt damn good with him. “I think any guy could if that’s being done. Doesn’t make it good.”

  A noise in his chest reverberated. “How about I show you just how good it was by reciprocating?”

  Smiling, I shook my head. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to—”

  “I’ll always want to.” He interrupted. His palm cupped my backside and gave it a squeeze. “Mine.”

  My heart fluttered, and I desperately wanted to speak my thoughts out loud. I was falling in love with him. In fact, forget the falling, it was a done deal. It was present tense; an all in, consuming need to be surrounded by him at all times. My dad’s conversation made me realize I was fighting against the feeling because it shouldn’t seem so simple. But it was.

  Biting my tongue, I simply agreed. “Yours.”

  He turned to shut off the shower. Helping me out, he wrapped a large towel around my shoulders, and I followed him to the bedroom. We spent the remainder of the evening in bed, loving on one another and taking turns making the other lose control.

  Crew

  CHRISTMAS WAS A WEEK AWAY, and it was time for me to let Mac know I needed the time off to go see my family. I had a feeling what he was going to say about it, but at this point, he could fire me if he didn’t like it. I’d find another job in town doing something else. I no longer felt like I needed to work for his miserable ass.

  Ashton was giving me a great purpose. I was happy, happier than I ever thought possible. She made me want to pursue new paths when I thought I had a clearly defined one. I was going to meet with a counselor on campus and possibly return to school to finish what I started a few years ago. I felt good, and my head felt like the fog I’d been living in was lifting. My purpose was becoming clearer. I hadn’t had a chance to let Ashton know any of this yet, but I had planned on giving her, her Christmas gift and telling her about school.

  I also had to contact Mr. Snider to let him know we could finally sit down and go over whatever was going on with my grandparents’ wills. Probably the only part of this trip I wasn’t looking forward to. I desperately wanted to breathe in my mom’s honeysuckle scent, share a glass of bourbon with my dad, and look at the same fake Christmas tree Mom put up every single year. The lawyer wasn’t the icing on the proverbial cake. I had this deep, aching feeling that I didn’t want to hear whatever it was.

  The day was officially over; it was dark outside, and all doors were shut and locked except the one on the end. I had been bogged down with learning how to replace a clutch on a 1991 Jeep Wrangler, and Mac had been missing all day. He walked in just as I was wiping my hands and the last worker was still lingering over my shoulder, checking my work. Glaring at me before he passed me by, he marched up the steps to his office. His mood seemed sour, but I didn’t give a shit. I needed to talk to him.

  “Yo, Mac. I need a minute,” I called up.

  He paused before he shut the door and came back out. “What?”

  “I’m going to see Dad and everyone for a week for Christmas. You cool with that?”

  A sarcastic smile flashed across his mouth. “Am I cool with that?” He repeated the words like he was absorbing each one and ready to spit this back in my face. His grin disappeared. “No.”

  I frowned. “Why? We are slow, and the guys have the workload under wraps.”

  “Because I fucking said no.”

  Breath. “And you have yet to give me a reason.”

  Placing both of his hands on the metal railing, he flexed his forearms like he was showing dominance over me. It was laughable. “Kid, don’t fool yourself into thinking you are privy to any sort of explanation. I’m your boss, and I’ve spoken. Now quit wasting my time.”

  He turned and started to walk away. Using a more forceful tone, I said, “First of all, I’m no longer a young child you can push around and call me names under your breath. Second, I’m a grown fucking man who is taking a break to go deal with our family’s shit. I was attempting to be considerate by letting you know, but make no mistake, this isn’t me asking for your permission.”

  Mike, the man who had been teaching me most of the things around here, took a step forward. He was so close he was nearly touching my shoulder. It felt good to know he had my back.

  Mac chuckled. “You’re on shaky ground.”

  “Nah. But thanks for the warning.”

  “I think you forget who’s king around here.”

  I coughed. “King? More like one of those court jesters. Because all you are is a fucking joke to me and to everyone else here.”

  His smirk began to fade. “You’re treading on thin ice. How about you go do something more useful? Like that little blond wildcat you were fucking in here a few weeks ago.”

  What the fuck was he talking about? He started walking down the steps, approaching me like he held no ounce of fear. I grit my teeth. He needed to be afraid, very afraid.

  “Don’t look so shocked, Crew.” He pointed up at the corner of the room, and my eyes followed. “Cameras. They are hidden all over this fucking facility; you all just don’t know it. I can’t trust a damn one of you not to steal my tools or money. And certainly not to break in here and fuck your girlfriend in the back seat of your car. But it sure made for a nice little show.”

  Mike put his hand on my shoulder. I saw nothing but red. This pompous, overweight piece of garbage had seen every inch of Ashton, and I wanted to throw up. His belly jiggled as he descended the stairs. I was envisioning the worst of the worst. He’d probably jerked off to her. For all I knew, he probably had an actual recording of it that he kept in some nasty spank bank file on his computer.

  “Hey, man, I take offense to that. I’d never steal from this place.” Mike tried to deter the inevitable.

  Once Mac’s feet hit the bottom step, he was mine. My fists balled, and I rolled my shoulders.

  “Don’t feel so butt hurt, Mike. At least you haven’t brought in any of your bitches you might have who aren’t your wife.” He spit the words like they were daggers he wanted to murder his employee with.

  He had one more foot, and then it was over. “Careful, Uncle.” My voice was menacing.

  His putrid brown eyes landed on mine. Calculating how angry he was making me, he poked a bit more. “Let me know when you’re done with that young piece of ass. She’s prime meat. And I’ll gladly show her what a real man can do.” He grabbed his dick and tried to make a show of what little he had.

  That was it. There might as well not been a car blocking me from reaching him. I jumped the hood and ran across the top, my feet pushing in the plastic with the force of my quick movement. Once on the other side, I charged. I didn’t even feel the first punch when it landed square on my uncle’s nose. He stumbled backward but didn’t fall, and I didn’t give him time to recoup. He started to bring his hand up to his face, but I swung again, and this time, my left hook connected with his eye. I felt a crunch, and I knew I’d either cracked his cheekbone or broke one of my fingers. If I had, I couldn’t feel it.

  I couldn’t feel anything.

  This hateful piece of shit was my family, and he treated all of us like we were nothing to him. He deserved this. The dinners when he d
id nothing but try to start fights with my dad. The evening I caught him attempting to seduce my mom on our front porch while my dad was out of town on a business trip, and she almost had to call the police. Not coming to the funeral when either of my grandparents died because he couldn’t be bothered to leave here for two days and give a shit about life. My memory flashed to my grandfather’s headstone. It said our family’s last name. A name I shared with him, and he had never cared. I hated him. With every fiber of my being, I hated him enough to want him dead. I hit him again.

  Mike was somewhere behind me, trying to drag me off by my arms, but I just shook him off. I was on the ground, sitting on top of Mac, who was as defenseless as a newborn puppy with its eyes still shut. I took every bit of the hatred from the hurtful moments in my life and pounded on him like each memory deserved a blow. His eyes were swollen, and blood was splattered all over me.

  Someone yanked me around the waist and, this time, hauled me off my uncle like I was a rag doll. I hadn’t even noticed Ashton behind me, screaming my name with tears streaming down her face. I swung around and looked up at the one person who I certainly didn’t care to see at this moment. Camden loomed over me like a giant watchtower, judging and breathing heavy.

  “Get outside,” he demanded.

  I looked down at my uncle whose body was lying lifeless on the ground. I watched his chest to see if there was any movement. When it rose, I cursed God for not taking his miserable ass from this world. I peered over my shoulder at Mike trying to console my girl and slowly realized she had probably seen the whole thing. I didn’t think things could get any worse for me. Camden was never going to let me see her again. Camden stepped between me and Mac with his phone to his ear, and he was giving the address of the shop to someone. Probably the police.

  I cursed under my breath and marched outside. The incredibly brisk air did nothing to settle the knot in my stomach. I’d fucked up this time. I’d let that bastard get the best of me, and I had to prove that he was nothing. I hadn’t a single clue why Ashton was here, but Mac was fucking lucky that Camden was. Mike wasn’t strong enough to pull me back. Not even close.