48. Ari
forty-eight
Ari
Not that I care much about the outcome.
Lucia showed up today wearing my fucking jersey, and suddenly, nothing else mattered.
She’s waiting for me in her office right now, like I asked her to, while I move slowly in the clubhouse, biding my time until the rest of the team and most of the staff are gone.
Once I’m alone in the clubhouse, I wait a few minutes before I dart down to Lucia’s office, and I barge inside without knocking.
She looks up at me in surprise.
“Come with me, Luc.”
I grab her by the hand and start leading her down the halls.
“Why exactly are we still here?” she asks. “Everybody else is gone.”
“We’re still here because everyone else is gone.” I take us down the hall leading to the dugout and gesture for Lucia to go through the door. “After you.”
“It’s cold out here, Ari,” she groans, turning around to face me, arms crossed, as I quietly close the door behind me. “The sun set hours ago.”
I grab her by the hips and pull her body flush against mine. “I’m going to keep you nice and warm, sweetheart.”
I pull her over into the darkest corner of the dugout, sitting down and straddling her over my legs. Lucia gasps, and then I press my lips to hers, kissing her as desperately as I need her right now.
“Ari,” she sighs, eyes hazy. “We’re still at work.”
“Game’s over,” I smirk. “Everyone is gone, and I’ve had to stare at you all game with my name on your back when I couldn’t do anything about it.” I squeeze her ass and brush my lips over hers. “Now I’m doing something about it.”
“Some of the staff are still here.”
“Not any of the ones working the field or the stands. It’s dark where we are, so if you keep it down, no one will know you’re down here riding my cock.”
Lucia rolls her hips against me, my semi-hard dick rising to full attention. “Then I’ll be very quiet, baby.”
I tug on her tank top. “Lose everything but the jersey, Luc.” She complies quickly while I work on my own clothing, setting a T-shirt down for me to sit on.
Doubt any of my teammates want to sit somewhere my bare ass was.
Leaving my jersey open over her bare body, Lucia climbs back on top of me. “You look so fucking sexy.”
“What is it about a jersey that makes men go crazy?” she teases, rubbing her pussy along my shaft.
“Because that’s my name across your back. When you wear that, you look like mine.”
Lucia’s breath catches in her throat. “I don’t belong to anybody, Ari,” she says quietly.
An unexpected pit forms in my stomach at her words, but I shrug it off. “I know you don’t.” Desperate to get out of this conversation, I position her on top of my cock and tease my head through her wetness. “Fuck me before we get caught.”
She wastes no time and immediately sinks down on top of me as we moan in unison, as quietly as possible.
“God, Ari…”
“Fuck, Luc. You’re so damn wet right now.”
“Because your cock is the best one I’ve ever had.” Lucia pushes up on her knees before slamming back down on me. “And your jewelry? Fuck, it feels good.”
“I love how you always say what you’re thinking. And you’re squeezing me so well. My perfect fucking girl.”
Lucia stills for a moment as we stare at each other wide-eyed, the realization of what I just said setting in.
She shakes her head and moves past it, continuing to ride me with my favorite baseball field as our backdrop.
Me? I’m fucking spiraling.
That’s the second time I’ve thought of Lucia as my girl today. The first stayed in my head, so it was easy to pretend it didn’t happen. This time, though, I said it out loud.
I called her my girl, my perfect girl, and she heard me say it.
Lucia Torres doesn’t belong to anybody… so why do I keep thinking of her as mine?
Is it because we’ve been sleeping together for months? Yeah, probably.
Is it also because the thought of her being with anybody else makes me physically ill? Well, that would mean this is something that it isn’t.
Can’t possibly be that.
Because that would mean Cole and the guys have been right all along.
And that can’t be true.
I’ve never had feelings for anybody in my life, and I’m probably the last person Lucia would ever want to have that happen.
Fuck, I have to get out of my head again.
“You’re riding me so well, Lucia,” I murmur against her lips, hands gripping her hips as she moves over me. “Are you trying to pull the cum out of me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she says, voice breathy and sexy as fuck. “Give me all of your cum, Ari. I want it deep inside me.”
“You going to keep it there? Going to keep my cum deep inside this perfect cunt?”
“Yes,” she cries.
“Why, Lucia? Why do you want to keep my cum inside you?”
We’re both moving frantically now, pushing ourselves closer to release.
“Because I want your baby. Fuck, give me your baby, Ari. Stuff me full of your cum. Let me know exactly how much the idea of getting me pregnant turns you on.”
“Fuck…” I groan, helping her move faster.
“You have no idea how much I want that. How fucking turned on I get even thinking about you carrying my child. How I dream about breeding this pussy so everyone knows that I’m the one who makes you scream.
I’m the one who makes you feel good. I’m the one you come home to. ”
“I want that,” she stammers. “Oh my God, I want that with you, Ari.”
My balls are tightening, and I know I can’t hold back much longer.
“It will happen, sweetheart. Not a matter of if but when. And when you want me to, I’ll pump every drop of my cum inside you. So much so that my seed will be leaking out of you for days after I get you pregnant. God, you’re going to be so beautiful pregnant, Lucia.”
“Ari…”
“I’m close, sweetheart. You keep clenching around me like you are, and you’ll get exactly what you want—every bit of my cum inside you.”
Lucia slams down on me again, and she falls over the edge, clenching around me so tight that black dots my vision until my own orgasm is forced out of me, and I come hard inside my favorite place.
We ride it out together, stopping when neither of us has anything left to give.
Once we catch our breath, she presses her forehead against mine.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I laugh. “You good?”
“So good,” she smiles.
“We need to get dressed and get out of here, but we’re not done yet.”
“Oh?” Lucia raises her eyebrow questioningly.
“I still have to clean you up, sweetheart. Sneak into the showers with me, and I’ll get down on my knees for you.”
“Well, how could I resist an offer like that?”
I smile against her lips before carefully moving her off me. We get dressed haphazardly because there’s no point in doing it right—I’m about to just rip those clothes off her again.
When we’re both decent, I chase her down the hallway toward the clubhouse, both of us laughing the entire way.