40. Savannah
forty
Savannah
My nails dig into Nico’s hard pecs as I ride him on the chaise lounge. Never thought I’d be into having sex on the balcony, but once again, this man has proved me wrong. He’s made good on his promise and has me absolutely addicted to his cock.
Actually, I’m addicted to all of him.
His hips thrust up as he grips my hips and slams me down on his thick cock. The metal balls of his piercing rub the spot deep inside me, which makes me come like a rocket.
“So fucking beautiful.” His gray eyes are almost black as he takes my breasts into his hands and reverently runs his thumbs over my hard nipples. He jackknifes off the chaise to take a nipple into his mouth as he presses a thumb against my clit.
The combination is a sensation overload.
“Nico!” My head falls back as the pressure between my legs builds.
“That’s right, gattina. Scream my name. Let everyone know who owns this pussy,” Nico growls. His filthy mouth is next level. I’ve never been with a man who is as vocal as Nico is in the bedroom. And I am so here for it.
“Oh God,” I whimper as I balance my hands on the tops of his thighs.
Nico continues his assault on my body. He grunts around the nipple in his mouth. “Not God. Nico. You say my name when I’m fucking you, Savannah. Now tell me, who’s fucking you?”
“Nico,” I pant.
The invisible rubber band inside me reaches its breaking point and snaps as an explosion of pleasure rips through me. A cascade of sparkling light flashes behind my eyelids as I ride out every delicious wave of my orgasm.
When I open my eyes, I find Nico watching me, a sexy smirk on his pink lips. “I love watching you come.”
“Do you?” I lean forward, bracing my hands by his ears, and kiss him. His cock twitches inside me as his tongue explores my mouth. I pull back to face him. “You didn’t come?”
“No.”
“But you made me come like…” I try to count how many times I’ve orgasmed since we’ve been out here. His fingers. His mouth. His cock. “Three times.”
“It’s not a competition, Savannah.” His voice is devoid of emotion, sparking my competitive side.
I swivel my hips, moving my pussy up and down his thick length. “That’s rich coming from a professional athlete.”
Nico tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I think I’m doing pretty good. I have the most gorgeous woman on the planet on top of me and her tight wet pussy wrapped around my dick.”
I raise an eyebrow at his comment. Good? “I think you’re about to do better than good.”
“What’s that look for?”
“You’ll see.” I glance over my shoulder at the glittering skyline of downtown LA glowing in the distance. It’s after midnight, but the temperature lingers in the 70s on this unusually warm spring night.
I lift off Nico’s cock and slide down his body until his dick points at my lips. Saliva pools in my mouth at the sight of his glistening cock.
“Savannah,” he warns as I wrap a hand around his base.
“Nico,” I purr. We lock eyes, and I drag my tongue up his veiny shaft, tasting myself. I press the tip to my lips. “Eyes on me while I lick your cock clean, baseball boy.”
“Nowhere else I’d rather look,” he grunts as I take him into the back of my throat and hum.
The taste of my cum on his cock turns me on, spurring me to move faster and suck harder. Nico wraps my hair around his fist.
“Look at me,” he demands. Mouth full of cock, I stare at him through my lashes and hum, giving him my attention while continuing to bob up and down. “I’m going to come, gattina, and you’re going to hold every fucking drop on that delectable tongue of yours.”
He tugs my hair, controlling my speed as he fucks my mouth.
I relax my throat and let him. Handing over my control isn’t something I’d do with just anyone, but Nico is different.
When I’m with him, I’m free to explore a sexual side of myself I never knew I had.
And part of me gets off on letting Nico boss me around in the bedroom. Or balcony.
“Fuck yes,” Nico grunts. His dick swells in my mouth as he comes in a burst of savory goodness on my tongue. I do exactly as he asks and hold every drop until he pulls his cock from my mouth, grabs the back of my neck, and tugs my face to his. “Kiss me.”
I shake my head. Is he crazy? My mouth is full of his cum.
“I want to taste what you taste. Us together. Now fucking kiss me, Savannah.”
He slams my lips to his, shoves his tongue into my mouth, and kisses me. He explores my mouth with slow, deep strokes as his cum drips out the corners of our mouths.
Nico breaks our kiss and rolls me onto my back. He wipes a drop of cum off my chin with his thumb and shoves it into my mouth. I nip the pad and shake my head. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“What? Kissed you?” he smirks.
“Well, yeah. I had a mouthful of your cum in there.”
“So?” He shrugs. “You can suck your cum off my dick, but I can’t suck my cum off your tongue? Who knew you had such double standards.”
I shove his chest. “That’s not what I mean.”
There aren’t many men willing to do what he just did, and he knows it.
“If a man can’t suck his cum out of your mouth after you suck his cock, then he’s not even a real man. A real man, like me, licks off every fucking drop, and enjoys it. You know why?”
I shake my head. “No, why?”
Nico smiles as he rubs his fingers through my hair. “Because it means you’re mine.”
My heart flips, and my ovaries do a dance. How is Nico Romero, a man who’s never been in a relationship, so freaking cute? “Who knew your filthy mouth could be just as sweet.”
“Pretty sure it’s more filthy than sweet.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“Whatever you say, baseball boy.”
“Speaking of baseball, will you go to my game tonight?” he asks.
I can sense his uncertainty. I’ve been wondering if he was going to ask. I already know my answer.
“I’ll go if you really want me to.”
“Of course I want my girlfriend to go.” Girlfriend. The moniker still makes my heart race. “I also want you to wear my jersey, so everyone knows who you belong to.”
His fingertips dance across my hip, sending shivers through me. “That’s a big step, don’t you think?”
“Going to my game is a baby step. A big step is moving in with me. Would you rather move in instead?”
My jaw falls open. Is he serious right now? “You’re joking, right?”
Nico scowls. “I don’t fucking joke when it comes to you. Move in with me, gattina. I want you in my bed every night, even when I’m on the road.”
“You’re crazy.”
Nico grins. “I’m crazy about you.”
“How about we start with the game and see what happens?” I run my fingers over the clipped sides of his hair.
“Fine, but I know what I want.”
“What do you want?” I ask.
He presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “You.”
In an incredible show of athleticism and strength, Nico rolls off the bed with me in his arms and carries me inside to the shower. He takes his time, washing me from head to toe with such tenderness I could cry. Then he dries me off and carries me to bed.
I’m asleep in seconds with Nico’s arms wrapped around my waist and a complete sense of contentment.
Coming back to him was the best decision. I just hope my sister can find it in her heart to forgive me and understand that Nico isn’t the same man she once knew.
Nico’s not the bad boy everyone thinks he is. He is a good man. And he’s mine.
The buzz in the Evaders’ family lounge is electric. Everyone is chatting and laughing as some of the players’ children run around in their cute little jerseys. As directed, I’m waiting here for Nico while he showers and does a quick post-game interview.
I expect to be waiting for a while.
The team had an amazing game, coming from behind to win 8-5 against the Cincinnati Cobras. Nico hit the winning home run at the bottom of the seventh inning, so everyone is going to want to talk to him.
My mind drifts back to the moment he hit the ball clean over the fence. Like last time, he traced the S on his shirt and looked right up at the box where I was sitting. I can’t describe the emotion that zipped through me as anything other than love as I watched him rounding the bases.
“How are you holding up?” Talia asks as she takes a seat and hands me a water bottle.
I glance around the room. It’s filled to the brim with a wide variety of friends and family. Wives and girlfriends. I was worried I wouldn’t fit in, but everyone I’ve met tonight has been so kind and welcoming. It helped that Talia was here to introduce me to everyone.
“I’m okay. It’s different from what I thought it would be.”
Grace barks a laugh as she takes the other seat beside me. We hit it off right away. She’s a kindergarten teacher, and I can see why. She’s smart and sweet as pie.
“What were you expecting, a den of vipers?” she asks.
“I mean…” I wince.
“Being a wife or girlfriend isn’t as glamorous as TV makes it out to be,” she says.
Grace would know. She’s been married to Heath Erikson, the second baseman, for years. They met in college and have been together ever since. The memory of my teasing Nico about Heath pops into my head, making me laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Grace asks.
“I just remembered, before Nico and I got together, to annoy him, I told him Heath was my favorite Evader because he was hot.”
Grace and Talia burst into a fit of laughter.
“Oh, I bet my brother loved that.”
I laugh, thinking about the scowl Nico gave me.
“What’s going on here?” Speak of the handsome devil. Nico lifts me up and takes my seat, placing me on his lap.
“Hey.” I wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his damp hair. “You were quick.”
He shrugs and wraps his arms around my waist. “I rushed.”
A bark of rumbly laughter draws my attention.
Heath Erikson beams at me as he replaces Grace in her seat and puts her on his lap.
He really is a gorgeous mountain of a man with his dimpled chin, wavy hair, and rich brown eyes.
“He didn’t just rush. He told the reporters, no questions.
Then gave a three-sentence response and left the room. ”
“In his defense, he’s been ruder in the past,” Cam interjects. He’s sitting with Talia on his lap as well. Guess this is a thing these men do.
Three more guys approach, and holy freaking hotness. Reed McKay, Blake Jensen, and Lance Taylor are standing here, smiling down at me. My fangirl rears her head. These guys make up the best team in the league.
Nico groans. “What the hell are you guys doing here?”
“Did you really think we wouldn’t come up here to meet the woman who brought you to your knees?” Lance asks.
He looks like Captain America on steroids. I didn’t know it was possible for another man to be hotter than Chris Evans.
“Thank you for making him less of a grumpy dick,” Reed teases.
“Fuck off,” Nico grumbles. He points around the group. “Savannah, meet Lance, Reed, Blake, and Heath.” He scowls as he says Heath.
Grace makes eye contact with me and smiles. I bite back a grin. Guess Nico didn’t forget about my comment either.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you guys. I’m a huge fan.”
Blake reaches out a hand for me to shake but presses a kiss to my knuckles instead and winks. “Pleasure to meet you too, Doc.”
“Don’t call her that,” Nico grouses, slapping Blake’s hand away.
The guys roar with laughter.
“Oh, man, I’m going to love this.” Cam chuckles as he kisses Talia’s cheek.
“Me too. Happy looks good on you, big bro.” Talia smiles at Nico, who returns the look.
I can see that their sibling bond is strong. A wave of jealousy washes over me, and the ache in my chest swells. I still haven’t spoken to Charlotte about everything, but she texted to let me know Thomas was fine and that she was still processing. I miss her so damn much.
As if Nico can sense my change in mood, he soothingly rubs his hand up my spine. He kisses my temple and whispers into my ear, “I’ll fix it, gattina. Don’t worry.”
“Alright, enough of this gooey sh— Stuff,” Reed shouts, stopping my mind from wondering how Nico thinks he can help. “Let’s hit up The Clubhouse. Burgers and beers are on me.”
Reed, Lance, and Blake say their goodbyes and exit the family room, which is almost empty now.
“What’s the Clubhouse?” I ask.
“It’s a bar and grill that caters to us players. It’s been open for as long as the Evaders have been here. They kick out the public so we can go there and chill after home games. Want to go?”
“I’m in if you’re in.”
His gray eyes heat as he leans in, presses a kiss to my lips, and says, “Oh. I’m in, gattina. All the fucking way in.”
The words “I love you” dance on the tip of my tongue, but I hold them back.
I’ll save them for when the time’s right. Tonight is about celebrating my man’s homerun and getting to know another piece of the amazing man he is.