by Alice Ward
“Oh, cool. Who else says it?”
I gave it some thought and remembered. “In the next inning, Ace Newman hit a homer. When he got into the dugout, he yelled—”
“Let me guess. He yelled, ‘I bat — hard.’”
I held out a fist, and she bumped it. “Exactly. Then, one of the guys yelled, ‘You change diapers — hard.’”
Eliana laughed. “What did Ace do?”
“Pounded his chest and said, ‘Hell yes I do.’”
“So, I’m guessing he has a baby.”
“And your guess would be right. A cute little boy, in fact.”
Her eyes were shining, and she looked so happy. “Do you want kids someday?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah, I do. You?”
“Yeah. I can’t wait to tell Alize she’s going to be a grandmother.”
I laughed and bobbed my eyebrows. “Well…?”
She gaped at me. “Don’t you dare suggest a fake pregnancy. I can’t take much more of this.”
“More of what?” I kissed her, long and deep and slow. “More of that?”
“Yes, please.” She pulled my head down to kiss her again.
Someone cleared their throat loudly, and I raised my head. “I think we’re being inappropriate.”
She blinked the passion away. “We can be inappropriate later, right?”
I pulled her tighter against me so she could feel my erection. “As soon as my current level of inappropriate shrinks back down, we’ll go do that. Right now, I’ll get arrested for indecency.”
“My, isn’t someone really full of himself. Are you really that big?”
I choked at her frankness, and she patted my back as we resumed swaying to the music. “Let’s see, first basemen need to create a huge target for the guys to throw to and be able to stretch out and catch the shit they toss at me. I’m six-four, and my hand is this big.” I hold it out for her to look at and she presses her palm to mine.
“That’s pretty big. Should I be scared?”
My erection wasn’t going down anytime soon. “Very.”
She smiled. “Good.”
“Is there anything you’re not willing to try?” I asked her, my hand caressing the soft skin on her back again.
She bit her bottom lip, giving it some thought. “Like from the movie?”
I grinned. “Sure, let’s start there.”
She blushed. “I want to try everything. Well, except the spanking with the belt. I’ll pull an Anna if you do that, or maybe make a butt plug for you out of your nana’s ring.”
She looked serious.
God, she was adorable. And goofy. And sweet.
I had to remind myself that all of this wasn’t real. She was going to school, I was gone half the year. I’d be heading back to California and big business meetings once baseball was out of my blood or I got injured and my glove was taken from me.
After Nana died, we’d probably go our separate ways or maybe even remain friends. I could see her as a friend. Someone I could hit up for lunch on occasion. Hang out with. Talk to.
Dammit all to hell. That wasn’t what I wanted. Maybe I just needed to fuck her and see if that got all this feeling shit out of my system.
“Want to get out of here?” I asked her.
She pressed tighter against me and looked down. “I don’t think you’re quite ready to go anywhere.”
I growled. She was right. The front of my pants bore a close resemblance to Pinocchio.
She batted her lashes. “You really want to fuck me hard, don’t you?”
So freakin’ adorable.
“You’re not helping.”
She rose up on her tiptoes. “What else to you want to do to me?”
I rolled my eyes and focused on the ceiling. “Not playing fair here.”
“Do you enjoy oral sex?”
That was it.
She yelped when I turned her around. “Stay directly in front of me.”
I followed a trail of giggles as I ushered her to the door. “Aren’t you going to say goodbye to your parents and Nana?” she asked, and I stopped.
Dammit.
“That’s good. Say Nana’s name again.”
She laughed. “Nana. Mom. Dad. Family reunions. Sunday brunch. Parents having sex.”
I looked down at myself. “Hey, it’s working, but don’t ever say that last one again.”
When I was finally presentable, we made our excuses and confirmed brunch for ten in the morning. I had an afternoon game and would need to be at the stadium by noon.
“Hurry,” I told my driver as I slid the privacy glass up between us. Eliana was already on my lap, loosening my tie.
She was tongue and teeth, wet and sweet, but I didn’t want to fuck her in this limo. I wanted to wait and have her in my bed.
All. Night. Long.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eliana
Kane’s apartment was amazing, the little bit I saw of it as he half carried me down the hallway. He turned on his bedroom light before dimming the glare just a bit.
“There. I want to see you.” The gravel in his voice made me shiver.
“I want to see you too.”
Wrapping his arms around me, he took my mouth with his tongue then teeth as he pulled on my lower lip. He leaned down and licked my neck, stopping at the pulse point before capturing the lobe of my ear.
“Have I told you that I love this dress,” he said as he unzipped it, “even better on the floor?” Within seconds, it was pooled around my feet, and I was standing in front of him in only tiny lace panties and my shoes. He stared at me until I blushed. “Beautiful.”
As his lips covered mine again, I opened for him, welcoming his tongue, greeting it with mine. He bent down and ground into me with an urgency that was hedonistic and raw, his pubic bone creating delicious friction on my clit. I cried into his mouth as he deepened the kiss.
His lips crushed mine, seeking and searching, punishing and soothing all at once. Our tongues met for a dance as ageless as time. I sucked on his, and he moaned, the rumble reverberating down my body. I loved that I could affect him too. It made me brave.
With a pounding heart, I pushed his jacket from his shoulders, then I worked the buttons of his shirt. It was soon gone, and I could feel his skin. Warmth and rippling muscle. All man under my fingertips.
He worked the zipper of his pants, but I pushed his fingers away. “Let me.” He stepped out of his shoes as the pants and belt joined the puddle of clothes.
His erection tented his boxers, and I wanted to feel him, taste him. I began to sink to my knees, taking his boxers down with me, when he stopped me, yanking me up and tossing me onto the bed.
Like a predatory animal, he climbed up my body, licking his way up my legs and belly, stopping to circle each breast before again finding my mouth. He kissed me hard, holding my hands above my head. “Tell me what you want.”
Where did I start?
I licked my lips. “Taste you.”
He growled and slid the rest of the way up my body until he was planting a knee on each side of my head. He stroked himself just inches from my face. “You want this?”
I nodded. More than anything.
“Tell me.”
“I want your cock.”
“Where?”
He was going to make me say it. “In my mouth.”
One side of his mouth lifted, and with a last long stroke, he lowered his length to feed me. When he pressed the tip to my lips, I opened them gladly, eager to accept his offer. His taste exploded on my tongue as he pulsed very gently in and out. I grabbed his ass, pulling him harder into me, wanting more.
Refusing to gag, I took him into my throat, looking up into his eyes as he watched from above. His face was strained as he battled to not hurt me, giving me short intervals to breathe.
I didn’t want to breathe.
I wanted him. All of him.
And nearly cried out when he pulled away.
Immediately,
I missed the weight of him on my tongue, but his cock was soon replaced with his lips. “You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered. “I don’t want to come yet. I want this to last.”
His hand traveled to my breast to play with a nipple, squeezing just hard enough for me to feel it. I groaned, and he squeezed again. “Pain enhances the pleasure.”
I believed him.
His fingers were replaced by his lips, his teeth, as he moved back down my body. When he came to my panties, I wailed as tongue and teeth pressed through the material, the lacy barrier increasing the sensations on my swollen clitoris. My hand found his hair, pulling him closer, harder.
Needing no further urging, he sat back on his knees and reached for the top of my panties. “It feels like I’ve waited forever to see this,” he said as he peeled them down my legs. “Beautiful. So smooth.”
When they were gone, he settled between my thighs and my breathing picked up speed. A small flick of his tongue nearly sent me over the edge.
“Sensitive. I love that.”
Sliding his hands under my ass, he lifted me. Our eyes met as he opened me with his thumbs and blew on my heated sex. Before I could even react, he dove deep, his tongue blazing a trail down my welcoming slit.
“God, you taste so good. So wet for me already.”
When I didn’t think I could take it any longer, his tongue plunged inside me, his teeth scraping my outer lips. One finger, then two invaded me, making me groan. Pleasure exploded as his teeth grazed my clitoris, his tongue sinking deeper into my folds. I moaned and cried out his name, clutching the bed covers, anything to ground me. He licked and sucked and bit, eating me alive.
He pumped his fingers, hard and deep, twisting them as he did.
I was there, so close to the edge, every cell inside me contracted. He curled his fingers, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Feel good?” he asked, and I hoped he didn’t expect an answer. He stroked me there again, and I shuddered. “Ready to come?”
“Yes. Please.” The words came out in pants.
The flat of his tongue washed over my clit as his fingers began to move. I clutched at his hair, my nails digging into his scalp. He didn’t stop, only increased the intensity. The pressure. Everything.
Writhing, I was between wanting him to stop and wanting more when I exploded, screaming his name.
Trying to control my trembling body, I was vaguely aware of him moving away and rolling on a condom, then he was on top of me again, his hard cock nudging my entrance.
“Open your eyes.”
I obeyed and stared up into his green ones as the tip of his cock speared into me. I arched against the burn of being stretched but didn’t close my eyes as my body absorbed him inch by inch. When he was fully seated, he murmured, “You are so precious, feel so good,” and began to move.
His strokes were hard and powerful as our bodies pounded together. I was on fire, felt branded as we melted into one. His muscles worked under my fingers as I held on for dear life.
As he pounded into me, I was at his mercy. Bound by him. To him. He snapped his hips, withdrawing just enough that I felt the loss of him before filling me again in a soul shattering thrust.
There was a hard edge to Kane’s hunger right now. A deep, insatiable need that I felt down inside my soul.
I loved it. Loved the violent need driving him into my body as he sought his own release inside me. I loved the way my breasts rocked on my chest and the ache in my hips as I clamped my legs around his waist.
Without warning, he pulled out and flipped me over, pulling my hips up until I was on my knees before thrusting inside me again. Gripping me by the back of the neck, he pushed down until my cheek was against the bed. He held me there as he ground into me over and over.
Curling my fingers into the sheets, I surrendered to all he was doing to me. Surrendered to everything I felt. Everything he was doing. Everything I was feeling. It was all so good.
He fucked me mercilessly until I was crying with the intensity from being driven from one climax to another. It was insane. Wild. Primitive.
I loved it.
The warmth of his sweat dripped down on me, and I pushed up onto my hands until my back was connected with his front. His arms encircled my waist and held me still as he thrust up into me, his mouth sucking the lobe of my ear then my neck.
He shifted us again, and I was on top, glad to be able to see his face. His green eyes blazed as I rode him, grinding my clit into him hard. His fingers pinched my nipples as I set a new pace, driving down over and over.
“Lean back,” he instructed, and I did, changing the angle and giving him better access to my clit. I keened, unsure if I could survive another orgasm, but knew that I had no choice.
And when I came one last time, he finally found his own release.
***
Waking up in Kane’s arms was like waking up next to a furnace. It was a good thing I was cold natured, or I wouldn’t have been able to breathe.
As quietly as I could, I rolled over so I could see his face, and moaned.
Holy vagina.
I was sore.
Everywhere.
And I needed to pee.
Rolling again, I managed to get off the bed without waking Kane and limped/walked to the bathroom. I found myself humming “Side to Side” as I shut the door behind me.
Wow.
His bathroom was bigger than my living room, a huge tub taking center stage.
Moving slowly to the faucets, I gave them a turn. A nice hot bath would be wonderful about now.
Last night had been a fantasy. A dream. And if I wasn’t so sore, I’d wonder if it had even been real. But every step I took was evidence of how real it was.
Turning, I looked in the mirror, wondering if I looked different after a night such as that. I gasped. I did look different. I had at least a dozen marks on my body.
I looked closer. Were those teeth marks? Yes. And hickeys? Crap. My hips bore the bruises from his hands. I was glad it was getting cooler outside because I’d be wearing a turtleneck or scarf for a while. It was worth it.
I examined one of the black marks closer. I’d never had one before. I wondered when I got it. Sex session one, two, or three?
Staring at myself, I recalled how it felt to have him driving into me, his breath ragged in my ear as he yelled my name. My hand on his chest, his grandmother’s ring gleaming on my hand as he made me come.
“Stop it,” I told myself. “Just stop.”
This wasn’t real.
Averting my gaze, I tied my hair into a knot on top of my head before stepping into the steaming tub. I whined as the hot water touched the raw spots as I sat down. Finding the button for the jets, I turned them on and leaned back, closing my eyes.
“You look like a mermaid.”
I jolted upright, swearing as my body sang with the movement. Kane was sitting on the edge of the tub in only a pair of boxers, grinning down at me.
“Then I must be in mermaid heaven,” I sighed.
He frowned and leaned closer, reaching out a hand to lift my chin. “Did I do that?” He stroked a finger down my neck, touching both hickeys with his fingers.
I grinned up at him. “If it wasn’t you, I’m running screaming from this apartment.”
He was still frowning. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t. You fucked me — hard.” I deepened my voice on the last word.
That got a little smile from him. “It was fun.”
Fun?
“Intense feels more appropriate to me. Crazy. Amazing. But, yeah, fun could work too.” I examined his face. “Are you alright?”
He nodded and stood, slipping off his boxers before sinking down into the water. Sliding in behind me, he pulled me into the vee of his legs, my back cradled against his chest.
He hissed, and I laughed. “You sore too?”
“You, my dear, rode me raw. And dammit if I don’t want you again.”
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sp; I turned until our eyes connected. “If you touch me anywhere below my belly button, I’ll have to cut your penis off.”
He winced. “Message received. Besides, we have brunch with my parents in an hour so—”
I sat up straight. “Oh no, I completely forgot about that!” Panic hit hard and fast, a jolt of adrenaline shooting through my system. “I don’t have any clothes. Or makeup. Shit. My hair.”
Kane laughed. “Simmer down. Let’s get dried off. I’ll get dressed, and we’ll head over to your place. You can wear some of my sweats and a t-shirt, so you don’t have to drag that fancy dress back on for your walk of shame.”
I fake glared at him but relaxed a little bit. Leaping from the tub, I reached for a towel.
“Fuck.”
I whirled around. “What’s wrong?”
He was staring at me. “I really hurt you. You’re bruised everywhere. Shit, I’m a fucking animal. Why aren’t you running for your life?”
I turned to the mirror. “It isn’t that bad, and I enjoyed it in the moment, so it’s my fault too. Besides, I’m so fair-skinned, the tiniest bruise stands out.”
He didn’t seem convinced.
“What are you doing? We have to hurry. Do you know how long it takes to blow dry this mop of hair? You can rub liniment on me later if it makes you feel better, but right now, we need to go!”
Kane rose from the water, looking like a god rising from the ocean’s depths. I blew out a breath. “You are one fine looking human being, Bartholomew.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Of course that name takes the whole god-like thing down a notch or two, I think.” He narrowed his eyes even further, and I laughed. “Just kidding. I love the name. That’s what we’ll call our fake baby.”
“Are you always this crazy in the morning?”
I grinned. “Come on, FF. Find me some clothes so we can continue to lie to the faces of your family.”
CHAPTER NINE
Kane
Lie.
I didn’t want all this to be a lie.
We were in a taxi, and Eliana was chattering a mile a minute, running her fingers through her tangled hair. She had decided that we didn’t have time for her to wash it, so it had to go up.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
“What?”
She glanced at the driver and lowered her voice even more. “I think this is your, you know, cum.” She looked mortified as she lifted the stiff strand to her nose for a sniff test, said nose wrinkled in disgust.
