Chapter 15
15
Ryan
It was a perfect day for a baseball game. The weather forecast called for sunny skies and a mild seventy-five degrees. Since it was a day game in the middle of the week, I’d taken a personal day off from work so Court and I could go to Fenway Park to watch the Red Sox play the Portland Sea Wolves. The Sea Wolves were part of the MLB expansion a couple of years ago and were already playoff contenders, but I didn’t doubt my team would beat them because the Red Sox were having a great season as well.
My place in Back Bay was closer to the ballpark than Court’s apartment, so the plan was for him to meet me at my home and bring a change of clothes for work so we could maximize our time together. I was putting on my Red Sox jersey when I got a text from him:
On my way up
Heading toward the living room, I grabbed my baseball hat and slipped it on backwards, then shoved my wallet, keys, and phone into my pockets. A moment later, there was a knock at the door. On the other side was the man I couldn’t get enough of lately, looking sexy as hell in a Red Sox T-shirt that stretched perfectly across his broad chest, and slim-fit jeans.
“Hey.” I pulled him in for a kiss. “You ready for some baseball?”
Court dropped his bag by my door and rested his hands on my waist. “I’m not sure. I could probably be convinced to spend the rest of the day here.”
“As tempting as that sounds”—I pressed my body closer to his—“I’ve been itching to get out to a game. But I promise I’ll take care of you when we get back.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Can’t wait to see what you have in mind.”
We both knew what I had in mind but without another word, I led him back into the hallway, knowing if we didn’t leave then, chances were good we wouldn’t make it to the game. Once we exited my building, I laced my fingers with his, and we began the short walk to the park. Before Court came along, I’d never held hands with another person beyond pulling them out to the dance floor or something like that, certainly never in a way that indicated anything romantic. But I liked the idea that when people saw us walking hand in hand, they knew we were together.
“Did you have lunch already?” I asked as we dodged the crowds of people filling the sidewalk.
He balked. “Who in the world would eat lunch before going to Fenway and miss out on all the ballpark food? That’s just odd.”
“Right. So, do you go for the variety of culinary options or are you more of a traditional hot dog kinda guy?” He gave me a look, and I snorted. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Well, if we’re talking about food …” He smirked at me. “Then I’m a traditionalist who prefers the classics like nachos. With extra jalapenos.”
I shuddered. “We definitely won’t be sharing nachos then.”
“Not a fan of spice?”
It was my turn to flash him the same smirk he’d given me. “Oh, I like spice. Just not in the form of what I put in my mouth.” As soon as I said the words, we both burst out laughing. “Okay, I give up on this conversation.”
“How long has it been since you’ve been to a game?” he asked as we got in line to enter the stadium.
“This is the first one this season, which isn’t the norm for me. I’m thinking of going in on some season tickets with a couple of buddies of mine next year.”
“I’ll have to stay on your good side then. See if I can’t convince you to take me to a few more games.”
“I don’t think you’ll have any trouble with that.” The truth was, on top of being attracted to him physically, he was a lot of fun to hang out with, and I loved his sense of humor. If I had to put together my idea of the kind of guy I’d want to date, he ticked all the boxes. And the other night when he called me his, it was the first time I really wanted to pursue something serious with someone.
After we grabbed nachos with extra jalapenos for him, a clam roll for me, and a beer for each of us, we headed down to our section along the first baseline.
“These are great seats,” Court said as we slid into our row.
“Yeah. Nothing beats sitting this close to the action.”
We settled in for the game, and it passed quickly. By the time the top of the ninth inning rolled around, the Red Sox were leading eight to four with two outs.While it appeared likely our team was going to win, Crew Stratton, the Sea Wolves catcher, was walking up to the batter’s box, one double away from hitting for the cycle. It was rare for a baseball player to hit a single, double, triple, and home run all in one game, and to see it in person, regardless of which team the player was on, was cool as shit.
Despite the odds against him, Stratton smacked the ball toward the Green Monster on the third pitch and reached second base. His teammates in the dugout went wild, but unfortunately for them, their celebration was short-lived as the next batter struck out.
We stood and cheered for our guys as they congratulated each other on the field.
“Never had a doubt the Red Sox were going to win.” Court smiled as he continued clapping.
“We need to do this again,” I suggested.
He glanced at me and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Definitely.”
The walk back to my place took no time at all, and the entire time I thought about my promise before the game to take care of him when we got back.
As we entered my building, we hurried to the elevator. Court’s hand brushed against mine as we stepped inside, and I grabbed hold of it, pulling him closer to me. “I want you so bad right now.”
“Me too.” He grinned. “But we need to wait until we get to your apartment.”
I pressed a couple of kisses to his neck. “Are you sure about that?”
He chuckled. “As tempting as you are, I don’t think either of us want a public indecency charge.”
“Fine,” I huffed.
The second we got into my apartment, Court spun me around and pushed me against the wall, his lips crashing into mine. I kissed him back hungrily as he unbuttoned my jersey and removed it. The feel of his warm palms against my skin sent shivers through me. I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel more of him.
Court broke the kiss just long enough to pull his T-shirt over his head. I took a moment to admire his toned chest before he pressed against me, his lips finding mine again.
“Bedroom,” I managed to gasp between kisses.
“You didn’t want to wait when we were in the elevator. I don’t want to wait now,” he growled. “So, put your hands on the wall and bend over for me.”
“Fuck,” I breathed.
His bossiness turned me on more than I expected. I’d never been with someone who took control, but for reasons I couldn’t quite explain, I felt safe enough to let go when I was with him.
I turned and placed my palms against the wall, my heart racing with anticipation. He pressed up behind me, his chest warm against my back, and slid his hands around my waist to undo the button and zipper of my cargo shorts.
“Is this okay?” he murmured in my ear.
“God, yes,” I groaned.
He slipped his hand into my boxers and wrapped his fingers around me. I let out a shaky breath as he began to stroke my length. His other hand pushed my pants and underwear down my thighs.
He squatted down to rummage through his bag I’d forgotten he’d brought, then pulled out a condom and some lube. “Didn’t realize how handy this would be when I dropped it here.”
I heard the rustle of clothing behind me and then the crinkle of the condom wrapper. A moment later, I felt his slick fingers probing my entrance gently.
“That’s it. Relax for me.”
I took a deep breath as he worked me open with his fingers. The initial sting gave way to pleasure as he found my sweet spot, making me moan.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Please, I need more.”
He removed his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss, but then I felt the blunt head of his dick pressing against me. He eased in slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.
When he was fully seated inside me, he paused. “You feel amazing,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
I pushed back against him, desperate for more friction. As if he knew exactly what I wanted, he started fucking me with slow, deep thrusts that had me moaning with each push. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he gradually picked up the pace, filling my living room with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Harder,” I panted.
Court obliged and slammed into me. I braced myself against the wall, pushing back to meet his thrusts. The angle allowed him to hit my prostate with each stroke, sending jolts of ecstasy through me.
“I need to come,” I moaned, reaching for my cock.
“Let me do that.” He pushed my hand out of the way and grasped my hard dick, stroking it in time with his movements.
The dual sensations were overwhelming, and I could feel my climax approaching rapidly.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled in my ear.
His husky command pushed me over the edge. I cried out as I spilled my release all over his hand. Court groaned behind me as he followed me over the edge, burying himself deep inside me.
We stood there for a moment, catching our breaths, before he slowly pulled out. I turned to face him, and he cupped my face in his hands, pressing a tender kiss to my lips.
“That was ...” I trailed off, unable to find the right words.
It wasn’t just the sex; it was the way Court made me feel seen, wanted, and safe in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.
“Yeah,” he agreed with a grin.
We cleaned up and made our way to the bedroom before collapsing onto the bed. “You should take a nap before you have to leave for work,” I suggested. “I’ll wake you up in time to eat dinner first.”
“Sounds good to me.” He kissed me once more, then closed his eyes.