12. Adam
Adam
Over the years in my career, I’ve won countless games.
I’ve won two World Series titles, and yet, winning today knowing Mia was in the stands…
it felt different. As insignificant as this game feels in comparison to others, I get to go enjoy the high of a win and celebrate it with her.
Hell, the idea of losing even sounds better knowing I can talk to her about it.
I hadn’t necessarily ever thought about that perk of being in a relationship, and I can’t help but understand more and more of what Callie was talking about.
When we get back to the hotel, Beck and I are the first ones off the damn bus and in the elevators. If I wasn’t on the twentieth floor, I probably would’ve taken the stairs.
Even though it’s my room, I decide to knock and let her answer so I don’t freak her out by practically barreling into the room just to see her.
I don’t want to hide the smile that comes to my face at the mere sound of her footsteps coming to the door.
“You know, I don’t think you have to knock when it’s your room, Reyer,” she says as she swings the door open.
Scooping her up, I bring her thighs around my waist, walking us back into the room. “I didn’t want to freak you out by breaking down the door to get to you.”
Her arms wrap around my neck. “Right, you thought it better to attack once I opened the door.”
My eyes are locked on her lips. “Exactly.” I back her up against the nearest wall and kiss her.
I can tell she’s eaten more of those chocolates, and her hair is still damp from a shower.
Her legs tighten around my hips and she lets out a hum. “Wait, are you not going to say anything about the jersey?”
Jersey? My eyes travel down to her chest. Shit, all I saw when she opened the door was a pair of bold blue eyes and a beautiful smile. “Baby, this better be mine.”
Mia snorts a laugh then unwraps her legs. “Let me go and you’ll find out.”
I take two steps back then spin my finger around for her to turn.
“Emma just dropped it off,” she says with a smirk as she slowly spins, bringing her hair over her shoulder to show me my last name and number on her back. “So, tell me, how many girls have you seen wearing your jersey?”
A smile tugs at my lips. “I’ve mostly seen grown men wearing my fan jersey.” Taking her by the hips, I spin her back to face me.
This snarky look teases her eyes. “And you don’t think you have any girl fans? That’s a bit sexist, babe.”
“You’re the only one I care about seeing in my jersey, Mia.” Cupping her cheek softly, I glide my hand back through her hair, then take a tight grip of it. “You’re the only one I’m going to fuck while wearing it, too.”
I don’t give her a chance to give me whatever sass is waiting on her tongue. I’d rather taste it instead.
Bringing my mouth down on hers, her body tenses in my hold for a second before completely giving in to the kiss.
Mia’s hands fist my shirt as I move us over to the bed. Only pulling back to lift my shirt over my head, I kiss her again as she slips a hand in my athletic shorts.
At the first workover of her hand, my whole body jolts. Fuck, I want to make this last, but I feel like a freaking twenty-year-old again. Except now it’s not just the idea of sex that excites me, it’s being with Mia. Her touch, the sounds she makes, that look in her eye when I praise her.
I’ve fucked my fist many times over these past two weeks at the mere thought of them, but now she’s here, and every fantasy pales greatly in comparison.
My hands travel up her thighs and under the jersey. I smile against her mouth when I’m not met with any stitch of fabric on her hips.
“Come here,” I say, scooping her up then going back on the mattress. She lets out a little squeal when I raise her up again and set her right down on my face.
She hovers at the first few strokes of my tongue, but once I circle her clit, her hand digs into my hair and her whole body relaxes.
“Shit, Adam. That feels good.”
I want to tell her she tastes good, but why say it when I can show it? My hands wrap around her thighs, holding her in place. I map every inch of her pussy with my tongue, paying close attention to every sound she makes, every muscle that tenses, especially the ones that have her body shivering.
There seems to be one specific roll of my tongue that really gets her, so teasing her with it, I wait right until she lets out a soft little moan, then pull back.
“Dammit, Adam.” Her legs fight against my hold. “Don’t edge me like that.”
I chuckle, letting her go just enough to kiss her thigh. “I’m not done with my meal yet.”
Mia’s hummed laugh rolls into a moan when I lean up, licking her center again. “But what if I want to taste you now?” she pants.
“Well, turn around, baby.” I kiss her inner thigh again. “This pussy isn’t going anywhere.” I look up at the wicked smile on her face and drop my hands from her legs. “Go on, turn around.”
Mia rolls her lips trying to contain that smile she has, but as independent and capable of a woman as she is—I can see how much she likes letting go in these moments.
Shifting around, I keep my hands on her hips, placing small kisses on her skin as she moves.
Once she gets settled, a hand wraps around my shaft as she lowers her body against mine. Her tongue licks at my tip, and I know she’s about to try to tease me like I did her.
And for that, I smack her ass.
“Adam,” she clips with a tease in her tone.
Another smack. “Mia.”
Moving my hand around her back, I pull her body closer to my face. “If you want to play, then be my guest…I’m still hungry.”
My tongue is inside her the moment I finish my sentence. She lets out a moan and sends her hips back, pressing into my face.
She pulses back and forth, riding out the sensation as her hand works me over. When she pulls up more than usual, my hold on her tightens.
Mia’s laugh practically rolls into a small moan. “Hell, Adam, I thought you said I could taste you, too.”
I let out a groan and loosen my grip. “I’m greedy, Mia. I’m still hoping I can convince you to stay longer than the weekend.”
Mia spits on her hand, working me over as she licks the tip. “Well, you’re off to a good start. Maybe let me come this time.”
And just as I’ve done to her, she takes me in her mouth before a response can come. I lift my hips without a second thought. It’s her small choking noises that get me to pull back. If those keep up, I won’t last another minute.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I roll my tongue the way she liked so damn much a few minutes ago. With each pass, I can feel her body tense. Her mouth takes a little less of me as the sensation builds.
“Adam…” I’m not entirely sure if my name is coming as a warning or a plea, but the only answer I’m going to give her is my moan as I continue to make her come all over my face.
She tries to take me back in her mouth again, but she’s on the edge, I can feel it. Running a hand against her soft skin, I pause at her ass then lightly smack it one more time.
That does it. Her body melts completely against mine as her orgasm consumes her. I keep my mouth in rhythm with her, drawing back slightly as she comes down.
My name comes out again as she tries to catch her breath. Fuck, I’ve never quite liked my name as much as I do when I hear her say it.
I kiss down her thighs. “You said you brought condoms, right?”
“Yeah,” she says in a stronger breath. “They’re in the nightstand drawer.” Mia leans her body back up off mine, then reaches in the drawer. “You know, the men are supposed to be the ones to bring condoms.”
I chuckle. “Not when they have zero clue that the only person they want to use them with is coming to surprise them.”
Mia hands the foil to me with a smirk. “Yeah, that was a trick question.”
“I’m well aware.” I lean down to kiss her while ripping the wrapper open and rolling the condom on. “Turn over for me. I want you on all fours.”
Mia scrunches her nose like she doesn’t love the idea, but she rolls her body right away. “What, you want to look at your name? So we’re egotistical now, too?” She presses her ass back teasingly against my dick.
Grabbing her hips, I move her exactly how I want her.
“Yeah, I want to see my name on your back. I want to see what’s mine come apart with my jersey on.
I want to put this uniform on and see you just like this, every single time.
” I line myself up with her. “But I would say I’m far from egotistical because all I see is you. ”
I push into her slowly, and as what I said registers, she pushes back against me.
“That’s it. Lean back, Mia. Take all of it.” Looking down at this incredible woman taking me so damn well, my head falls back with a groan. “Good job, baby.”
Mia looks back, preening under my praise. I love seeing how much she enjoys it. I love the way she tightens around me with every compliment.
“You ready?”
“Yes, please,” Mia pants.
Reaching up, I wrap her hair around my fist as I thrust in and out of her. “Shit, you have such pretty hair.”
At that, Mia’s hips meet me thrust for thrust. I give her hair a little tug, then move to her hips to hold her steady as I move in and out of her.
I can feel her gripping me like a damn vise, but she’s not there yet. “Mia, what do you need?”
“More,” she gasps.
“Harder, faster?” I ask, hoping I get the answer I want.
Her moans give me a hint before she finally pants out, “Both.”
That I can do. Her body immediately responds at the change in pace. Her breaths come even faster, and her hands fist the sheets. “I’m righ—”
“That’s my good girl, taking me so well.”
With this position, I can see her orgasm rush through her body. Whatever rhythm I had gets completely lost as I chase after that high with her.
It really only takes one glimpse at her beautiful face to send me over.
Fuck, I don’t know how I ever felt like I had any sort of life before her.