Chapter 54 Nate
FIFTY-FOUR
nate
The flight landed late in Baltimore, and as soon as I turned my phone on, a slew of text messages came through. I ignored everything but the one from Olivia.
Olivia: Let me know when you land. No matter what time.
Maybe the season and travel had finally taken its toll, but that one text meant everything to me.
Me: Landed.
Olivia: Thank you. Now I can sleep.
Me: Talk to you in the morning.
Olivia:
My mom had talked my ear off as we toured the city, first about Olivia, and then about how she and Coach Dobbs got together.
He’d asked me to call him Donnie, and that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
They were happy, so whatever reservations I had before then, I owed it to them to mind my own business.
At some point, I hoped Austin would extend the same courtesy to us.
“Come on, put your phone down,” Austin nudged me, and I covered my phone so he wouldn’t see who I was texting.
By the time we got to the hotel room, I changed and collapsed into bed, grabbing some earbuds to cover up Austin’s snoring.
“You think I’ll graduate to my own room soon?”
“Oh, come on. You’ll miss me.”
I would. After a full season with Austin by my side, guiding me through my first year, I was thankful I didn’t have to figure this shit out myself. Is it possible that I could have gotten myself into trouble along the way? Abso-fucking-lutely.
“Not your snoring. At least at home, I get my own room.” I rolled over onto my side and faced away from him. Normally, Austin went straight to bed too, but I watched his phone light up. Who the fuck was he talking to?
* * *
By that point in the season, the only way we had a chance at the playoffs was if we won nine of our last ten games.
Statistically, it was possible, but realistically, the team that rolled into Baltimore wasn’t the same team that showed up at Spring Training.
When we lost the first game of the doubleheader, thanks to a rain cancellation earlier in the season, I think we were all ready to throw in the towel.
No one ever tells you how long the end of the season is when there’s nothing left to fight for.
Being away from the people you love drained your soul, but when all you were doing was padding another team’s standings, it sucked.
Baltimore clinched the wild card that night, and while they cheered, we hung our heads and slunk into the dugout, did our bare minimum conditioning, and then filed into the hotel.
Austin went out for beers after the game, and that left me some uninterrupted time to call Olivia.
“Hey,” she answered, breathless.
“What were you doing?”
“Wanna see? Are we clear to FaceTime?”
I answered by hitting the video icon on our call. Her face popped into view, and I could see her headboard behind her. “Baby, please tell me we’re about to do that kind of FaceTime.”
She laughed. “Feeling needy?”
“Yup. Not even a bit embarrassed, either.”
“What part of me do you want to see?”
“Your face. And how about of me?”
“Oh, man. Let me watch you get yourself hard, then let me see your face.” I slipped my sweatpants and slid my briefs down my hips. My cock flopped heavily on my stomach, already thickening just thinking about her.
“What would you do if you were here?” I asked.
“I’m dying to taste you.” Her breathy voice hitched, and without seeing it, I knew she was touching herself. “I would spit on my palm—do it, spit on your hand.”
Following her direction, I spit and let her see the evidence on my hand. “Now what?”
“Rub it all over the head of your cock, mix it with the pre-cum leaking from your slit.” My head dropped back, imagining Olivia spread out between my thighs.
“You’re too quiet, babe.” I groaned in response as I stroked my shaft and flipped the screen so she could see my face.
“Do you have a toy?”
“Yeah—” her breath caught, and I could see her reaching for something off the screen. “I already went one round before you called.”
“Tell me what you’re doing with the toy—”
She held up the toy so I could see it. The silicone dildo had a part that hit her clit perfectly while fully seated inside her. “That’s not even the right size.”
“It’s not enough,” she whined.
“I know. I’ll be back soon.”
“When you get back, I’m gonna ride your face.”
“Fuck, baby, please.”
“And then, I’ll lube up my tits so you can fuck them.”
My fist moved faster, as her breath grew choppy. Those sounds she made—alternated between moans and sweet little whimpers—drove me to the edge fast. “Tell me you’re close.”
“I should make you edge yourself.”
“Baby, come on. You watched my game—I’ve had enough torture for tonight.”
“Fine. Whoever finishes first will be the first one on their knees when you’re back.”
I slowed my hand, trying to prolong my orgasm. My balls were so tight, I doubted I could hold out much longer. “Only if you turn the toy on high. I say we finish together.”
I heard the buzzing as she changed speeds. Her sexy little sounds were getting louder. “I want you to come,” she begged.
“Now?”
“Yeah. Please—” The final plea from her destroyed the last bit of control I had. “Oh, God, Nate, I’m coming.”
Fuck. Thick ropes of cum landed on my stomach. I continued working myself until I was empty.
“Let me see.”
I turned the camera and showed her the evidence. “I forget how much you love that.
“I can’t explain it. It’s evidence that I made you feel good.”
“I always felt I had to apologize for my mess,” I said, turning the camera back so we could see each other’s faces.
“Never with me.”
We both sat there, quiet for a bit.
“I’m sorry about the game tonight.”
“Eh, we were either going to be eliminated today or another day. We weren’t going to make it.”
“You deserved more from your first year.”
“No. No one is owed a ring, a championship, or anything. Do you know how lucky I am to be where I am? I’ll never take that for granted.”
“I remember when Austin got called up—he was 22. Shit, he called me almost every night. And then he got traded, and traded again. Landing in Boston was a stroke of luck.”
I got up and found a towel while she talked. “Tell me about what that time was like for you.”
“Oh—it was me, Coop, and some cockroaches. And terrible water pressure. Plus fear.”
“It’s better now?”
“Yeah. When Austin bought the house, it took a ton of pressure off of me. I got my license, and now I’ve built a reputation. It’s not baseball money, and it can be inconsistent at times, but I’m really good with a budget spreadsheet.”
“I’m terrible. You saw what happened when I tried to pay my bills.” I was still mortified that I needed help paying a basic phone bill.”
“Well, sometimes the auto-messages are confusing. It’s easy to forget to confirm or miss that detail.”
“Hey, Liv?”
“Yeah?” She’d move so she was lying on her side, staring at the phone as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
“I fucking love you.”
“Same, Nate. I love you, too.”
“I’d offer to stay on the phone until we fall asleep. But at some point, your brother is coming back.”
“It’s okay. I miss you.”
“Miss you, too. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
She yawned. “Talk tomorrow.”