by Kristy Marie
Her cheek twitches, containing a knowing smile. “I know you want to. Silent Samantha didn’t do it for you, did she?”
I actually growl, unable to stop my dick from responding to her touch. Damn this girl.
She leans closer, and whispers in my ear. Her warm breath goes straight to my cock. “Come on, Teddy. You know you need it.” She unbuttons her frayed jean shorts and slides her hand into her underwear, careful to keep her eyes trained on me. “I need it, Theo. Please…” Her voice is a desperate plea as she begins to pleasure herself without me.
Seeing her on the cusp of begging is all I need to concede. We need this.
I stride forward, pushing her further into the room. Grasping her hips, I yank roughly at her shorts, freeing her pussy in one motion. She squeals in shock but quickly starts to undo my jeans. I walk her back to the bathroom counter and hoist her up. She grins at me like this is exactly what she wanted and I just played into her hands perfectly. Smiling back at her, I shake my head in amusement, aware that I gave in without much of a fight. Pissed that I’m such a pushover when it comes to this girl, I plunge in a finger without warning, eliciting the scream that I was dying to hear earlier. Oh, fuck me. This girl never loosens up.
It’s like trying to stick my dick in a roll of dimes. I pull back, searching her face for any signs of pain. When she pushes against my hand, encouraging me, I insert another finger, scissoring them out. She is dripping wet, obviously ready for me but she’s still too tight. Putting the tip in and coming wouldn’t help my reputation.
I reach up and palm her breast, pinching her pert little nipple through her shirt. Her head falls back as she gasps in pleasure. Powerful thighs tighten and pull me closer, locking us in a tight embrace.
“Put it in,” she begs.
“Not yet baby. You have to open up for me.”
She frowns but doesn’t argue. Chest to chest, she leans back enough to slide her hands under my shirt, caressing my abs.
“Play it,” she demands in a whisper.
And this is why I am a sucker for all things concerning her. I smile, watching myself in the mirror as I breathe my answer across the top of her ear. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her answering moan echoes loudly in the tiny bathroom.
“Now Ans, in order to play this little game of yours, you’re going to have to be quiet, or your boy toy will come in here and see that you are not on death’s door as you claimed.” She angles back and catches my eyes. I flash her a cheeky smile and nod toward the wall. “Lean back.”
She doesn’t, which is her typical M.O. I push at her chest a couple of times before she complies, leaning back against the mirror. She eases her legs from around my waist, plants her feet on the counter, straddling me.
Nodding my approval for finally doing what I asked, I smear her wetness around her clit using only my index finger. She arches at my touch, biting down on her lip to keep quiet. I increase the pressure, my finger gently circling her swollen nub.
“Von Bremen lines up the pitch, nods to Michaels, he winds, and a slider sinks…” I stop stroking her clit and force one finger inside, hitting her front wall. She jerks at my touch, her breaths coming in short spurts. “And delivers flawlessly into Michaels’ glove.”
Anniston is every guy’s wet dream. She’ll take dirty talk, but her favorite is baseball stats and plays. With my finger lodged deep inside her, I begin to stroke that rippled flesh than lines her front wall. My left hand applies pressure once again to the bundle of nerves that will have her compliant in a matter of seconds.
“He lines up, Von Bremen winds and delivers a sinker that some asshole hits…”
I shove a second finger in and continue the back and forth motion, her walls contracting and clamping down on my fingers. “Don’t you even think of coming,” I warn with a growl and thrust the third finger in, causing her to scream.
She grabs onto my shoulders and holds my eyes. Her bottom lip trembles in protest as she bites down hard to keep the screams at bay. When I hit her spot, her eyes glisten over and it looks like she is on the verge of crying. She’s not—I was really freaked out the first time it happened.
I continue stretching her walls from the inside while pushing down with my palm over her clit. She wiggles her bottom as she tries to shift out from under my onslaught but I readjust my hold to keep her still.
“You ready?”
She nods, her teeth sunk firmly into her lip, while her legs begin to shake around me. She’s close. I grasp behind her knee and lift to wrap her leg around my waist.
“Shh…” I remind her, holding my index finger to my lips and then taking a long, leisurely suck.
Her head falls back with the image of me sucking her juices just as I slam my dick bareback into her tight, hot pussy. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Anniston’s face burrows into my shoulder as she attempts to catch her breath. I pull back, only to thrust in deeper this time. Yanking on her legs, I slide her to the edge of the counter and thrust upwards into that space made just for me. The fucking space I was looking for with Sarah earlier.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. It feels that fucking good, I can’t even use better vocabulary. Her fingernails dig deep into my shoulder as she smothers a scream in my shirt. More than likely she’s drawing blood. The vice grip she has on my dick is so tight I feel like it may cut off the blood flow. I’m going to come soon. Funny how that works. One girl can’t you get there, the other gets you there too fast.
“Stop clenching,” I hiss between gritted teeth.
“What’s the matter, Theo?” she gasps. “Leave all your stamina on the field today?”
That’s it—I thrust into her damn near violently, effectively shutting up that sarcastic mouth. She growls, biting down on my nipple through my shirt. “Dammit!” I scold.
“Make me come then!” she demands, clenching around me so hard this time it causes my knees to drop a little. I have to lean against the vanity for support while she grins victoriously, silently mocking me from her position. It takes me a minute to catch my breath and focus on not coming.
Control regained, I’m now pissed at her use of underhanded tactics. With an almost growl, I reach up and press down on her landing strip, right above the pelvic bone, increasing pressure. I lift her right leg over my shoulder, using the other one for leverage, and plow the fucking shit out of this little cocktease.
She squirms and writhes beneath me, grinds out, “It’s too much. Not here, Theo.”
Sweat is running down my back but I keep up the pace. “You can take it. You are going to come all over my dick. Do you understand me? You are going to fucking soak me!”
Her sweat-sheened face takes on a panicked look. She prefers not to have a G-spot orgasm anywhere but home. It can get downright messy but in this case, seeing her struggle, on the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm, it’s totally acceptable.
Grabbing everywhere her hands can take purchase, she screams breathlessly, “No Theo!”
I let her scream her objections. One, because I can’t move my hands, otherwise I will lose the pressure points and kill her momentum, and two, because I love the sound of her screams. Her knees are trembling in uncontrolled movements, her pussy pulsing in a rhythmic motion. If she doesn’t come soon, I will.
I kiss her mouth, speaking calmly. “Come on, baby. Let go. Let go for me.”
She grabs on to my head, keeping me from looking at her face. “It’s too much!”
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “Let go.”
I add a little more pressure and she tightens so powerfully around my dick that I swear she might break it off.
“Let go, baby,” I pant.
She releases my head, still holding onto my ears as her blue eyes focus on mine. Back arched, her pussy squeezes me once more before she screams and gushes all over me. With her eyes screwed shut, she rides wave after wave of euphoric bliss.
As she comes down, her body feverish and soaked in sweat and juices, I pound into her faster
and faster, rubbing her clit as I go. She thrashes about, taking hold of my forearms as she starts coming again. My body is a live wire, a countdown of detonation, then I spill my seed inside her perfect cunt. It’s sexy as fuck.
We both are spent as I gaze at her beautiful, sweat-soaked face. Her hair has come loose and my hat is now on the floor—guess that will be headed to the trash. With my dick still inside her, I bring my hand up to caress her cheek. “Silent Samantha was better.”
She barks out a laugh, punching me in the chest. “As was Chase.” She shrugs. “But I was desperate.”
See what she did there? Makes me bat-shit crazy. Makes me want to zip my pants and hunt Chase down and beat his fucking ass. But I know it’s a ploy. I know she does it just to get under my skin. It’s payback. Payback I deserve.
“Let’s get out of here.” She releases me from her legs and hops off the counter. Clapping me on the shoulder like I would one of my teammates, she grabs a hand towel from the rack and cleans herself up before tossing it to me.
I use it in silence, a heaviness suddenly clouding over our fun. Just friends, Theo. She only wants to be friends. I decide not to let our ball-busting comments ruin the night.
“Smells like sex and candy in here,” I joke, popping a piece of bubble gum in my mouth, a habit I picked up in the majors.
She snorts out a laugh. “You are such an idiot.” At least it breaks the tension between us.
I grab her hand and pull her toward the door. “Come on, I want Mexican, you’re buying for dragging me out here.” Lacing her fingers in mine, she pulls us out of Brad’s bathroom.
“Deal.”
We’re bundled up on my sofa, elbow deep in Mexican takeout. Game footage plays in the background as we see who can eat the most tacos.
“Oh. These are sooo good,” Ans moans as she waves her half-eaten taco in front of my face.
Her garbled moan is what spank bank material is made of. Not to mention the crazy sex appeal of her licking the taco juice off her fingers. Cocktease. If I hadn’t already finished four tacos, I would eat another one just to keep my mouth occupied. We may be friends with benefits but too much affection will cause her to freak the fuck out. She’s not forgiven me for the Vanessa stunt no matter what sweet lies spill from those seductive lips. I’ve been kept at arm’s length, her punishing me by drawing the line in our relationship to casual sex only. She’s not ready for me to make my move. Not yet. I lean forward, taking the biggest bite of her taco I possibly can, damn near biting her finger.
“Theo!” she scoffs, cramming the last little bit in her mouth so I can’t get to it.
She tries to insult me with her mouthful of food but instead of blasting me about being a pig, it sounds more like, “Woo fuunkin pug!”
I shrug. She knows this. It’s no surprise that I would eat her food, even while it’s still in her hand. I half chew the wad of beef taco and swallow it down whole. “I talked to Aaron. He said he would love to have you on his training staff.”
Anniston squints at me like she knows I’m up to no good. Truth is, I am. I have been wracking my brain to come up with ways to keep her close to me. My attempts so far have been unsuccessful. She argued me down when I tried to convince her to come to Washington and attend med school there. She has no family here anymore to keep her in this small town. It kills me to know she’s here alone, surrounded by memories, without me or my brother, Thad. I understand she wants to make it on her own, without my influence. I don’t want to interfere, I just want to keep her safe, watch over her.
“Why would he do that, Theo?” Her aggressive tone is meant to scare me. It doesn’t.
“Maybe it’s because you graduated at the top of your class for God’s sake! How many people can say they graduated a year early from med school, Ans?” I take a swig of my Corona before making eye contact again. “Ever think that someone may actually want you for your brilliant mind?” My words are coming out clipped. I’m getting frustrated with her stubbornness.
Her eyes stay narrowed. She doesn’t believe me but she sighs, ready to hear me out. “What would I be doing exactly?”
Oh, just working for me. Managing my day-to-day training. Exclusively. She’d be doing the residency program with Aaron, too, but would only be practicing on me. Those small hands I’ve held for countless hours would only be touching me. None of those other dickheads would get a piece of her.
“The residency program, of course. That’s what you want to do, right? Sports medicine?”
She shrugs, staring at the TV in a daze. “Yeah.”
“Yeah? All you’ve ever talked about is working for a ball club. I can’t believe you’re on the fence about it now.”
I grasp her knees and slide her forward so I can wrap my arms around her. “What’s going on, Ans?”
Her hair tickles my face as she burrows in, embarrassed about appearing weak. It’s all I can do not to push her back and kiss away the anxiety that’s plaguing her. But that’s not what a friend would do.
After a beat of silence, her body relaxes against me, linking her arms around my back. This fucking sucks. This friends with benefits thing we’ve got going on sucks donkey balls. But I’m the one who fucked it up. My inability to handle the situation after taking her virginity screwed us both. I saw the way her innocent eyes blinked up at me after we both came down from our amazing moment. Nothing, and I mean nothing, had ever felt that good. And nothing has since. I saw the way her eyes hardened when I agreed to meet Vanessa. Dumb move, I know, but I had a lot of emotions swirling around and I panicked. I’m a dude, we do stupid shit for no reason.
“I just… I don’t know. You’re right. It is what I want to do.” She squeezes me before pulling away. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
My heart stops for a second.
“You will? You’ll come back to Washington with me?”
Her sweet smile is all the confirmation I need. I tug her to me, our chips scattering to the floor. I could give a shit less. This girl, this fucking girl, has agreed to go back with me. I won’t let her get away this time.
Present Day
Stillness is in the air today. The cold weather clears my head, though I’m still sleepy, and it begs me to retreat back into the warmth of my bed. But I forge on, desperate for the exercise and mental refresher.
It’s my first day off from the hospital in two weeks. The winter season has kept the doors revolving with every mutation of the flu, viruses, and other nasty shit referenced between coworkers as “the crud.”
I tug on my zipper, securing my body heat inside my hoodie as I stroll down the deserted street. The citizens of Madison are either snuggled in front of their roaring fireplaces or knee-deep in work. Not many in-between activities are offered when you live in a small town. We literally have one grocery store, three gas stations, and a hardware store. By the grace of God, we have a few mom-and-pop restaurants. We’re southern, we like to eat.
I’ve been working part-time in the emergency room at our local hospital, St. Francis, since completing my sports medicine residency with Theo’s team, the Nationals. Since Theo is a pitcher, he only plays once a week in their current pitching rotation, leaving me plenty of downtime. I fly home as often as possible, reveling in the quiet of my small town. The constant traveling is exhausting. I’m not so sure the city life is for me.
Speaking of Theo, I haven’t heard from him today. He’s been busy with spring training for the past month and a half. I flew out not too long ago on one of his off days, and we traveled to Orlando for a mini vacay. Mickey Mouse didn’t stand a chance with us running amok in the land of dreams. Ride after ride we laughed and joked freely busting each other’s chops like we always do. It’s not often we get a chance to just hang out.
If I’m honest, I kind of miss the asshole. My involvement with the team is minimal during spring training as opposed to games. Plenty of trainers are on hand in case of injuries during their preseason training. I have no doubt Theo will call if he needs me.
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My breath billows out, hovering in front of me like one of those cartoon chat bubbles. It’s oddly comforting. My brain jumps through ideas as I take in the open farmland surrounding the deserted road. I need a hobby, something to do other than be at Theo’s beck and call. I have my job at St. Francis, but that’s only because I’m bored sitting at home during the off season. I could use some fun in my life, something that makes me happy. Something just for me.
Maybe painting? I could paint. How hard could it be? You take a canvas, paint, slap it on in random places and voila! Abstract art!
Nah. Too sedentary. I need something wild. Fun. Entertaining.
Along Old Mill Road, which runs along my grandparents’ property (which is actually mine now), birds chirp, reminding me that summer will be here soon. For years, I have associated summer with one thing: baseball.
During the season, Theo stays with me here at the plantation. I’m one hundred percent sure it’s because he’s a cheap ass and hiding out from the media deep within the country. After all, he has his own penthouse in Atlanta as well as one in Washington. But some days when we’re laying in the grass, sun on our faces, breeze in our hair, I think maybe he just misses the simplicity of how our lives used to be. Before Major League Baseball. Before medical school. Before that night our relationship changed.
The new Bieber song pops in my head (I know, but it’s so catchy) and I start humming since I don’t know all the words. My arms swing to the beat as a chill flows along my skin, leaving a trail of bumps in its wake. It’s probably time to turn back and head inside. I don’t know how much more of this cold I can stand.
With a sigh, I turn back the way I came, when out of the corner of my eye I spot blankets wadded up, tossed carelessly in the ditch. Fucking assholes. I get so tired of picking up after litterers. Have some respect people!
I charge over to the trench and grasp the corner of the disgusting material, ready to yank when my hand hits something solid. I squeal a girly noise and jump back, clutching my chest in surprise. Did I just fucking touch a dead deer or something?
