by Nella Tyler
I giggled. “Well, that sounds good to me.”
He kissed me on the mouth and I felt heat radiate throughout my body. Oh those kisses! His tongue found mine and there was that electricity. He moaned.
“Actually, I think I'm going to have dessert first.”
“Me, too,” I giggled.
He grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom. We barely got through the door before we started ripping off our clothes.
His kisses were deep and almost desperate, his tongue seeking mine out. I ached so badly for him. His lips kissed and kissed again never wanting to leave my lips. My body was on fire and I was breathless with anticipation. I clung to him, my body hungry for his. He nipped at my bottom lip, and I moaned greedily, tasting his lips and tongue. I had never wanted someone more in my life and I dared to hope I would never want for him again. He was there to stay, he had assured me of that much by his constant attention.
I felt my panties get wet as he trailed his kisses down my jawline to my neck. I was ready for him instantly and this was just the beginning. His kisses were electric, and he kissed my chest and began to lift the shirt over my head. I helped him undo my bra and tossed it aside. His mouth was on my nipples teasing me with the warmth. My nipples grew hard and ached like the rest of my body. He flicked them with his tongue and grabbed my ass from behind. I moaned excitedly. He undid his pants and dropped them to his knees before stepping out of them. He helped me take off my pants and slid his hand inside my panties. The look on his face when he realized I was dripping for him was enough to drive me over the edge.
He lifted me up into his arms and impaled me with his cock. I was completely at his mercy in his arms. He bounced me up and down on his cock, and I melted with pleasure. He was hitting every nerve inside of me, making my head swim. He carried me to his bed and laid me out. I gasped when he slid his cock out of me, wishing he would return.
Instead he bent down and licked my opening, tasting all of me. He sucked on my clit until I came and continued to lick me until I begged him to come back inside of me. Not quite ready to, Bennett put a finger inside me and pleased me to the point of another climax. He rhythmically stroked me inside watching my face fill with ecstasy.
“Bennett, please, I need you.”
“Emmi baby, you feel incredible.”
He groaned when he plunged in, feeling every inch of me. He pumped inside me slowly at first, allowing tension to build up inside both of us. I cried out his name and he almost went over the edge. He bent down and kissed me deeply on the mouth, our tongues finding each other again. He pumped me faster, an ache growing inside him. I begged for more, and he plunged in deeper, hitting the all-important G-spot.
I could not get enough of him. He was big and that wasn’t the best part – the best part was he knew exactly how to please every part of my body, and I came on his cock repeatedly and still he would not stop.
“Bennett, oh Bennett, you feel so good.”
He pumped me harder, making me scream his name. I could feel the excitement building inside him and when I tensed within as another orgasm hit me, he came at the same time, filling me up inside.
“Oh God, Bennett. Wow, that was just amazing.”
“Let's go again.”
I gasped. “Let me shower first.” I laughed as I ran to the shower.
I shampooed and conditioned my hair, making sure to drag it out and make him wait for me. I washed my body all over and then just stood underneath the water, letting it pour all over me. My hair soaked through and it felt just glorious. I was startled when the door to the shower opened. Bennett stood there naked and sexy before me. His arm reached around me and turned off the shower.
“You are taking too long, so I thought I would come and help you.”
His cock was growing hard before my eyes, and I reached out to touch him.
“Not so fast there, princess.” He knelt down before me and licked my pussy slowly and carefully. I gasped. He licked around my opening, teasing me and plunging his tongue inside.
“Mmm, that feels good, Bennett.” He inserted a finger inside me and made love to me slowly and then with increasing speed, while he sucked on my clit. I had to brace myself against the walls of the shower for fear I would pass out.
“Oh God, Bennett.” He licked every inch of me, tasting my pussy and returning to suck my clit. Between his fingers and the tension building from my clit, my body was building up for a climax. I moaned deeply and it just turned him on more. He sucked harder, and I came with an explosive orgasm.
Spent, I looked down at him with joy. “That was amazing. Now it’s my turn.”
“No, no, sweetheart, this was all for you.” He stepped out of the shower to find his clothes.
“No way.” I followed him and jumped on his back, which caused us both to topple to the ground where we wrestled around until my mouth found his and I kissed him passionately.
“What I want is you. So I suggest you give me what I want.” I stood up and returned to the shower. I put my palms against the wall of the shower and faced my bum towards him. He seemed to get the message loud and clear because he couldn’t get up fast enough and he returned to my side, pressing up against my bottom. He slid inside me and pumped me doggy style, enjoying every moan that came out of me.
He was so deep inside me that I could barely stand it. I thought I would lose my mind as he pumped me hard and fast. I came hard against his cock and he finished right after me. He laid his head against my back. I loved feeling him so near to me. He turned on the shower again so we could both clean up.
The whole experience had been so intimate and special that I just wanted to be even closer to him. He lay on his back on the bed and I rested on his chest. His body was overheated from the shower and it felt nice and cozy lying with him.
I knew that I was really good for Bennett, more so than I originally thought. We just fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. We matched and I believed that we would make each other very happy. Did it really matter that he missed practice every once in awhile as long as we progressed as a couple? He was at the top of his game, surely it didn't really matter that much. He surely had the talent for the game and that alone would take him further having practices or not. Being so close to him like that made me believe that everything was going to be okay.
I was startled to hear a rather loud knock on the front door; it was almost as if someone was trying to pound it down.
“What on earth is that?”
We both sat up in the bed, our moment together lost by the racket.
Bennett's brown was furrowed when he said, “I have no idea, let me go check.”
“I'll come with you.”
“No, let me handle this. It's probably best that I go alone. I have no idea who is banging on the door.”
I thought it was weird that he didn't want me to come with him, but it was his home, so I needed to respect that. I hoped it wasn't an old girlfriend that showed up...or a new one? Oh, there was no point in even thinking like that, I was bound to drive myself nuts if I did.
I closed the door behind Bennett as he left the room. I wasn't sure who would be at the door, but I didn't want to be discovered if it happened to be someone from the press. I waited and listened for Bennett to open the door and I got nothing. A lot of time seemed to go by and I wondered what was taking him so long to answer the door. Was he just peering out the peephole at them? The whole situation was beginning to get a little weird for me. My instincts were screaming to me that something strange was going on. Whoever was at that door meant business and the banging continued.
It had to be a girl – he was cheating on me and didn't want me to find out. It had to be that, otherwise why wasn't he answering the door? Why didn't he let me come out there with him? It was so bizarre, and yet it made total sense if he was cheating on me. I wasn't sure if I should march right out there and demand to know what was going on. But then I heard the door open and what I heard next made me grateful that I had
not gone out there.
Chapter Eleven
I almost threw up when I heard my father's booming voice come through the living room. He was so loud that I could hear him all the way in the bedroom. What the hell was he doing there? And why hadn't he told me he was coming to town?
When Bennett swung open that door not only did the Triple A coach walk in, but he was followed closely by my father. I could only imagine that Bennett was absolutely mortified to have him there – especially with me naked in the next room. I cracked the door open a bit and could see my father standing there looking about as angry as I had ever seen him. I stood there in complete silence, trying to catch every word that was spoken.
“I want to know, Mr. Thomas, why the hell you weren't at practice today? And what's worse is that after talking with your coach, it turns out you haven't been at practice in quite some time. So what the hell do you have to say for yourself?”
Bennett's face had grown a bright red. “Sorry, Sir, I can explain.”
“Well, I certainly hope so.”
My stomach churned not only for myself, but for Bennett. He must be terribly embarrassed to have my father of all people show up at his home and reprimand him. I also felt sick because I knew it was partly my fault. It was because of me that Bennett was missing his practices and although I had never asked him to, I never stopped spending time with him in the morning, either. I was partly to blame and I hoped my father never found that out as he would be so disappointed in me. He would be disappointed that my relationship with Bennett was affecting Bennett's career, especially since my father was interested in adding him to his own team.
“Look, Sir, I am very sorry, you are absolutely right. I should have been at every practice, but I had some personal issues come up and I had been under a lot of stress with the recent accusations. I was just trying to take some time off to deal with it. I thought my hand was good enough to keep me on top without the practices. But I intended on being there next week.”
“I can't tell you how disappointed I am in you. You should know better than this, and here I am at the game to evaluate the team and the star pitcher is nowhere to be found.”
Oh God, Dad. He was really laying it on thick, I felt terrible for Bennett. God, if he finds me here not only will Bennett be dead, but so will I. I couldn't have been more grateful that I didn't walk out there with him because my father would be tearing me a new one, as well. My God, he was just praising me the other week on my professionalism. That would go down the toilet for sure if he knew that I was there. My heart was slamming in my chest as I listened to them out there.
I couldn't believe my father hadn't told me he was going to be in town. Wasn't he planning on seeing me while he was there? He must have come to evaluate the minor league players because I knew there were no major league games to follow right now in the city. He must have gone to see Bennett, and oh how mad he must have been not to see him at practice. One day was bad enough, but then he had to find out that he missed four practices. I knew Bennett shouldn't have been blowing off practices, it looked really poor to people like my dad. I should have put more pressure on him to go.
“I can't express to you how sorry I am, Sir, that I was not there to greet you today. All I can do at this point is assure you that it will never happen again.”
The whole time, the coach had stood by silently. I think he knew that my father pretty much had things under control. Leave it to my dad to put the fear of God into people.
“I want to tell you one thing, kid. You do have huge potential in this industry and you have the opportunity to go far. But if you are unwilling to put in the hard work to get yourself there, then you are as good as dead to me. I don't take lazy players. I don't care how much talent they have, I won't do it, so I suggest you keep that in mind. You aren't signed to a team yet and I don't imagine any manager would be too impressed with you right now.”
Bennett was rendered speechless, and I couldn't blame him after what my father said. My dad was hardcore and didn't pull any punches with anyone. He was straight laced and always told it like it was, whether someone liked it or not.
“Do you understand what I'm saying to you, Bennett?”
Bennett nodded.
“If you keep this behavior up, you are going to blow your chances with the big leagues and most people don't get a second chance after that.”
“I know that, Sir. It will not happen again, I promise you.”
My dad stared at Bennett hard, his gaze not wavering for a minute. Steve could be terrifying when he wanted to be and he wanted Bennett to know that he meant business.
“I suggest you start concentrating on baseball first and foremost and that is it. The ladies have to come second in this business. There will be plenty of ladies for you if you ever make it to the big leagues, I can assure you of that much.”
Gee thanks, Dad, I thought as I shook my head. What a stupid thing to say. It was the last thing he said before I saw him turn and leave with the coach, slamming the door behind him.
I let out a deep breath, glad that they were gone. I silently closed the door again and waited for Bennett to tell me the whole story.
Chapter Twelve
The door opened, and Bennett came in looking sheepish. I wanted to let him start telling me about my father because I was embarrassed to tell him I had been eavesdropping on him.
I smiled awkwardly. “So, what was all the fuss about?”
“Oh, yeah big surprise – your dad came to visit me. Cool, huh?” He chuckled softly.
I stared at him unsure of why he was joking around. Why wasn't he explaining to me what had just happened out there?
I laughed nervously. “Oh, really? Why was he here? That's kind of weird, isn't it?”
Bennett started laughing, and I couldn't figure out why. My father had just ripped him a new one out there, and he was acting like Steve had come over for a cup of tea.
“Oh, it was nothing. He just wanted to check up on me, see how I was doing after the scandal, ya know? It was actually really nice of him to take the time to do that.”
“What?” I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was he really not going to tell me what happened? Why not? Shame? Embarrassment? Either way, it didn't matter he should be telling me the truth.
“Yeah, he wanted to make sure I was okay and that everyone on the team was doing well.”
“Really? That was all he wanted?”
“Yup.”
I stared at him, more hurt than I could have imagined feeling in that situation. Why was he lying to me, right to my face?
“Did you know that your father was in town? You should have told me.”
“I actually had no idea he was in town. I'm just as surprised as you are.” I was determined to have a talk with my father about all of this, especially about being in town and not telling me about it. That was pretty bad, in my opinion.
“I thought it was pretty cool of your dad,” he said again without much enthusiasm.
“Oh yeah, super cool.”
I didn't have a choice but to pretend I believed him. I couldn't possibly fathom was what going on at that moment, and I needed some time to think about it. I would have to confront him at some point – he was lying to me, after all, and seemingly for no reason. I thought we had the kind of relationship that meant that we could talk about anything, tell each other anything. But Bennett was hiding things from me and I didn't know why.
I was pissed. There was a large part of me that wanted to tell him off right there. But now was not the time. I really needed to think things through, plus I wanted the opportunity to talk to my dad.
I had no intention of letting Bennett get away with trying to pull one over on me, but my confrontation would happen all in good time.
Unsure of what to do or what my next move would be, there was an awkward silence between us.
“Everything okay, babe? Do you want something to eat?”
I looked at him willing him in my mind to say some
thing, to just tell me the truth. He just stared at me with worry on his face. Did he wonder if I had heard anything? The way my father roared, I was surprised he hadn't expected me to hear the whole thing.
I could barely stand to look at him at that moment. I needed to get away from him, I was so angry. I couldn't understand why he couldn't just be honest. Was he ashamed of admitting he made a mistake with the practices? Was he afraid I would say, “I told you so?” Because I totally would.
“Look, I need to go. I don't have time to eat, I'm sorry. I had no idea my father was in town and he's probably looking for me right now.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Yes, Bennett, I have to go. I'm going to go look for him before I go back home. I will talk to you later.”
I turned then before he could see the anger begin to show on my face. I walked out of his bedroom and headed to the front door. I knew he was probably wondering why I didn't kiss him goodbye or anything, but I was pretty pissed. It would do him good to have something to worry about. I didn't care how he felt because at that moment, he deserved it. I was falling in love with Bennett and here he was lying to me. I didn't care why he didn't tell me the truth – there was no excuse for that behavior. We were in a committed relationship and he had lied to me. What else had he lied about in the past? It was something I would wonder about.
He probably had the best intentions, but the bottom line was he had lied. He was no different than any other guy I had dated and I had no intention of going through that again.
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