Chapter Fifteen
Amy just asked me what amounts to the question of the century, in my mind, and my whole body and brain have become immobilized solely because she wants to know my deepest secret.
I don't want to overthink it. So instead, I'm immobilized.
Snap out of it, moron. You know what you want and need to tell her.
Yeah, I do know. It's ridiculously simple.
"I'm happiest when I'm with you, Amy."
"That's sweet, Charlie." Her tone is firm but also gentle, which somehow makes sense. "I meant not just right now, or just this weekend—but what do you really want deep in your soul?"
I can't help chuckling softly. "Only a woman would talk about my soul. Guys aren't into all that mushy stuff."
"Cut the crap and answer my question."
Her serious expression forces me into an honest response. "What do I want? To play without fear. To chase glory like I used to back when I was the fastball king."
She leans against my shoulder. "I believe you will get there, sooner than you think. I believe that more than ever now."
The warmth of her breath on my neck makes me shiver just a little, and the intimacy of that sensation overwhelms me. I need to tell Amy the truth about what I've known for a while. "Can I ask you something?"
"Only fair to let you interrogate me too."
I take a cleansing breath and go for it. "Would you really stick with me if Philly takes this deal? Or if I get sent down to the minors?"
"You'll have a hard time getting rid of me, Braddock."
I pull her close, the scent of her soothing my angst. "Don't want to get rid of you, baby. In fact, I have plans for us tonight and tomorrow."
"That sounds intriguing." She wraps her arms around my neck. "What's on tap for tonight?"
"Sex, sex, and more sex. Not very original, I know. But I guarantee you won't be disappointed."
I make good on my promise, or "phase one of tonight's agenda," as Amy jokingly calls it.
We peel each other's clothes off gradually, ramping up our bedroom adventures until they've become an erotic evening like nothing either of us has done before.
I'm hard in record time. The sweet, earthy aroma of Amy's desire for me wafts in the air, turning me on even more.
I lay her down on the slippery-soft sheets, her body spread out before me like a Renaissance painting come to life.
She drags her tongue across her lips in leisurely fashion, arching her back just enough to accentuate her tits. "I need you inside me now, Charlie."
"Your wish is my command." I roll on a condom and take a moment purely to admire her incredible body, raking my gaze over her flat abdomen.
Then I brush my hands over her silky-smooth skin.
I keep going down, down, down, teasing her with the tips of my fingers until I reach the velvety, wet folds between her thighs.
When I slide two fingers inside her, she arches her back and moans.
"Charlie, please."
"I want to tease you until you can't stand it anymore, and then you'll beg me to do it again."
"Mm, that sounds wonderful."
I'd hidden a few items under the bed while she was in the bathroom. Now, I will unveil them one by one. First, I pull out a smooth knit scarf that feels almost like silk. "Mind if I tie you to the bed?"
"Anything you want, I want."
I bind her wrists just loose enough that they won't chafe but tight enough she can't control the situation.
Then I get to work teasing Amy in earnest while she's restrained, unable to touch me, unable to push me away.
I lick a path up her neck, trailing featherlight kisses down to her collarbone.
She gasps when I trace my tongue over the swell of her breast, circling around her nipple but never quite reaching it.
"Charlie," she breathes, arching her back.
"Patience," I whisper against her skin.
As I resume my journey down her body, my gaze stays locked on her beautiful eyes, now darkened with desire.
I spread her thighs with my knee, then I gently part them even more with my hands.
At last, I reach her mound—where all her downy, curly hairs await me.
Can't wait to taste her. When I glance up, I find her watching me while her breasts heave with every labored breath.
I maintain eye contact as I lower my mouth to her core, savoring her first gasp of pleasure as I suckle her clit.
She tastes like heaven—sweet and tangy and uniquely Amy.
While I work her with my tongue, I alternate between firm strokes and gentle flicks that make her hips buck against the mattress.
Her legs tremble. Her moans grow louder and more desperate with every passing second.
"Oh god, Charlie, right there," she gasps when I hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Please don't stop, not ever."
Her impassioned plea spurs me to double down, focusing all my attention on her gratification.
Amy's thighs clench around my head as she climbs toward her peak inch by inch while she begins to thrash wildly.
Her cream covers my face, and the aroma spurs me to push deeper between her folds, grunting with hunger as I devour her, lapping up every last bit of her cream.
Amy clasps the scarf tighter, her eyes now squeezed shut and her whimpering cries filling the room.
When she comes, it's with my name on her lips, her body shuddering beneath my touch. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen—Amy Keller completely undone, completely vulnerable, completely mine.
Yes, she is mine . Her body, her pleasure, all of it belongs to me.
I crawl up her body, kissing my way back to her lips. She must taste herself on my tongue, but she clearly doesn't mind. My mouth silences her subtle moans.
"I need to feel your big, hard cock buried deep inside me, Charlie. But first, please let me taste you."
"Never can resist anything you want, baby."
I rise to a kneeling position, waddling forward until my erection is waving above her face.
Clasping my dick in one hand, I use the other to hold myself up and position the head of my dick directly over her mouth.
Then I bend my straight arm just enough that the head grazes her lips and a bead of my cum lies poised on the very tip.
"Devour me, Amy." The deeper, rougher tone in my voice astounds me.
The woman I adore laps up the drop of cum as if she wants to do nothing else for hours on end.
She curls her tongue around me again and again.
When she wraps her mouth around me fully, she takes me deep inside, her velvety tongue driving me mad.
Even with her hands bound, she's in complete control—of me, of my pleasure, of everything.
I've surrendered to her willingly. I observe her movements, mesmerized, as she draws me deeper into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine all the while.
"Fuck, Amy," I grunt, thrusting my fingers into her hair. "You're so goddamn beautiful like this."
She hums around me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. I rock my hips gently, careful not to go too deep, but Amy seems determined to test her limits. Her tongue traces the underside of my cock, finding that sensitive spot just beneath the head that makes me splutter and shout.
"If you keep that up, this will be over way too soon," I warn, but my voice doesn't sound like me anymore. I've become a wild, ravenous beast. Amy is my prey.
She releases me abruptly, licking her lips. "Maybe we should move on to the main event."
I untie her wrists and flip her onto her stomach in one swift movement. She gasps, then moans again as I paint hot kisses down her spine. When I grip her hips, I lift them slightly to position myself behind her. "Is this okay?"
"More than okay." She twists her head around to glance over her shoulder at me. Her lips have deepened to a sexy shade of rose. "I want to feel you everywhere, Amy."
"Yes, I want that too."
I plunge inside her slowly, savoring every inch of her silken heat as it envelops me, and I gently settle my weight atop her.
The warmth of skin and the closeness of our bodies is almost overwhelming.
Damn, it's better than any strikeout or even the most perfect pitch.
No stadium ovation I've ever experienced could top this.
My connection with Amy transcends the physical; it's something deeper, something that makes my chest ache.
The wet sucking sound that accompanies our lovemaking gets me even more turned on.
But it's the feel of her silky hair brushing over my skin that seals the deal.
I need to take her now, hard, as if my life depends on my ability to fuck her into oblivion.
With my body still lying atop hers, I begin to pump my hips.
At first, I move in an easy rhythm to let her get used to being fucked from behind, flat on her stomach. But I can't wait long.
Soon, my desperation to come inside her beautiful body seizes me like a black hole sucking me in. Can't think. Can't control my lust. The sucking sound intensifies along with the creaking of the bed frame. My grunts and snarls mingle with Amy's passionate cries. Her nails rake across the sheets.
"Yes, Charlie, oh god, yes! Bang me like a gong!"
Not sure what that means, but I'll do my best.
I thrust harder, deeper, my body slick with sweat as I drive us both toward climax. Amy's moans escalate into sharp cries, growing more frantic, and I can feel her sleek inner muscles tightening around me. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, a telltale sign of an impending explosion.
"Come with me, baby," I growl into her ear, reaching beneath her to grind her clit with my fingers. "Let go— right now ."
Her body convulses beneath me in rhythmic pulses.
That's all it takes to hurl me over the edge.
I bury myself to the hilt and let go, pleasure crashing through me in waves as I empty myself inside her.
For a moment, the world narrows to one thing—only us, connected, breathing hard, hearts pounding almost as if we've become one.
I collapse beside Amy, tugging her against my chest. We lie here in silence, our limbs tangled, her breaths warm against my neck.
I trace lazy patterns on her back, savoring the softness of her skin under my fingertips.
The sex was incredible, but this moment—this quiet intimacy—feels even more significant somehow.
Every time I think we've reached the most important moment in our relationship, I'm proved wrong again. And I can't hold back anymore. I need to speak the words.
"Amy, I'm in love with you."