Chapter 11
Eric
When everything settles down from the epic home run one of the boys got, I’m left panting and hard as a rock. If Bianca had screamed even one second earlier, it would have been disastrous.
What we were doing would have taken center stage, and the home run might have even gone unnoticed by all the parents if they’d turned around.
Because the first thing they would have seen would have been Bianca’s beautiful body arched.
Her head was thrown back, her ass hovering over the seat as she fucked herself on my fingers.
It was a perfect sight, one I’m greedy to keep to myself. I’m so relieved that we got away with it that my muscles vibrate with it. Or maybe that’s because I’m so horny from watching her come.
When the parents in the row in front of us sit down, I slow my movements between Bianca’s thighs. When her body jolts with each press of my fingers inside her, I realize that she’s become too sensitive.
Reluctantly, I pull my hand free. When I see how wet and glossy my fingers are with her arousal, my mouth waters.
I know exactly how she tastes. Delicious.
Even with the pink tinge, I bring my fingers to my mouth.
Maybe because of it. Maybe I want to taste that metallic tang of her blood.
Proof that I’m the first man to ever fuck her. The only man.
Bianca lets out a little “oh,” sound when I lean down to taste her from my fingers. My gaze meets hers as she squirms in her seat. There’s a coppery aftertaste, her virginity. I’ll remember that flavor for the rest of my life.
Parents around us are talking about the home run one of the boys just hit, but I can’t take my eyes off Bianca long enough to look. She looks mostly like she did when we arrived at practice, but things are so different now that I know what it feels like to be inside her.
When the bleachers start emptying out, I realize that practice is over.
It’s time to collect my son and head home.
But first, I need my body to calm down. I keep my hands clasped together and pressing against my raging erection.
Luckily, once I start talking to a few of the other parents, things in my pants settle down.
“Did you see that hit?” Drew asks as soon as he sees us.
“I looked away for one second and missed it,” I say, not wanting to lie.
“I need to practice at the batting cages more. I want to hit a ball that far.”
“Sure,” I tell him, though I’m not sure how much more time he can spend practicing baseball.
Drew chatters happily as we carry his gear to the car. Bianca lets him sit in the front seat because we’re mid-conversation. Or at least that’s what I thought when she slipped into the back seat.
Then I pull out of the parking spot. My eyes are pulled to the rearview mirror, where I can see Bianca’s reflection. She’s looking right at my reflection as well. Then she looks down.
My curiosity gets the better of me, and I sit up a little straighter in the driver’s seat so that I can see what she’s looking at. All the breath leaves my lungs when her hand disappears beneath her dress.
After clearing my throat, I adjust the mirror so that I can see a little lower without stretching. Drew, oblivious, keeps talking about baseball and mostly the home run that his friend was able to score with that hit.
But my focus is fully on the back seat, especially when we get caught up in the mess of all the parents trying to leave the park at the same time. It’s chaos. Normally I’d be muttering under my breath. Today, my gaze is glued to the rearview mirror.
Bianca, the tease that she is, lifts her foot up onto the back seat. When her knee presses to her chest, the skirt of her dress falls away, and I have a clear view of her gliding her fingers through the wet mess we made between her thighs.
She spreads herself open for me to see that dark maroon of her opening, the one I just stretched. The one I just filled with my cum. My dick inflates so fast that it makes me a little dizzy. I just got my body to calm down.
“Do you want to go to the batting cages now?” I ask Drew.
“Really? Now? Sure. Let me text Jason. I bet his parents will take him too.”
“Mhm,” I grunt as I lean closer to the mirror.
I won’t be able to last even until tonight to get Bianca alone. I can’t handle her teasing anymore. It’s even more torturous now that I know how tight her pussy feels when it strangles my cock.
Every beat of my heart pulses in my dick as I try my best to drive safely the few blocks that will take us to the batting cages. But it’s so hard to keep my eyes on the road when Bianca is spread out in the back.
My gaze is drawn over and over to the sight of her.
She’s not fully masturbating. Her fingers move slowly through the slick remains of our orgasms as she watches me watch her.
As she teases me. My grip on the steering wheel tightens each time she spreads herself open.
That tight little hole is calling to me.
When I pull into the parking lot of the batting cages, Bianca lowers her leg. I groan a little when her skirt falls back into place, covering her.
“How long can I practice?” Drew asks.
My gaze flicks back to Bianca. “How long can Jason practice?”
With a shrug, Drew turns and calls something out to Jason. “An hour. And his dad’s going to come in with us, so they can bring me home.”
“Perfect,” I say as I pull my wallet out of my pocket.
As soon as he has my cash, Drew waves and trots off with his friend.
“Get in the front seat,” I tell Bianca. “You’re going to pay for teasing me.”