Chapter 20
LUC
As much as Sam Drummond got all the press, our pitching crew went deep. Andy Cannon, our number two starting pitcher, would be the ace on any other team. And no, he had no issues sharing the spotlight with Sam.
His outing went deep into the eighth inning when we made the call to pull him. It was easy to make that call when we had one of the best closers in the league in Justin Graham.
Was I exhausted from travel and being up all night the night before? Fuck yes. Was it worth it? Also, fuck yes.
I had fought with Sky for the last ten years about baseball, and after all that had come to pass, I was even more thankful that I had kept my career.
The year before we separated, I had considered leaving the game, if only because Sky had a point: traveling that often wasn’t compatible with trying to conceive.
The raging fights had led to accusations that I couldn’t let go of my baseball career and chose to coach instead of dealing with the emotional loss my injury had dealt me.
After I trashed my elbow, I recovered with the help of my college baseball coach, and while I never pitched another game, that started my coaching career.
Sky’s accusations missed the mark, though.
My pitching career had started as a replacement, but with it, I got so much more.
She’d never been able to see that, or even see me.
Was she selfish? More than a little bit, because I don’t think I could remember one time in our relationship or marriage when she’d ever considered my needs before her own.
In another world, would I see a future with Kylie? Yes. But I was no longer in that position. If I ever got the notion that she wanted something more permanent, I would end things.
But my God, she was fun. She was both innocent and sexy as hell. And submissive.
I sent her over a questionnaire before the game, though with her move today, I doubted she would have time to complete it, but fuck if I wasn’t dying to know her responses. Every kink that Kylie had hinted at mirrored mine. Kinks aside, I was drawn to more than just the sex.
Me: Are you still up for a visit? I’ll be leaving the stadium in a few minutes.
By the time I turned the light off in the office, the rest of the team had long left the stadium. While the single guys went out to party, I envied those who had families to return to at night. If things had worked out differently, I would have a family myself.
When my phone indicated I had received a text, I expected it to be Kylie and was disappointed to see my brother’s name.
Jack: Cannon looked good out there tonight. I’m jealous of all that young talent on the team.
Me: There is a lot of promise on the team this year.
I shoved my phone in my pocket and reluctantly headed towards my car. I should have checked in with Kylie much earlier; we were up half the night, and the odds were high that she was already asleep.
Her response arrived just as I shifted my car into reverse.
Kylie: Yes! Sorry, I fell asleep on the couch. Did you guys win?
Me: What? You didn’t watch?
Kylie: I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Do I need to check the news, or do you plan to tell me?
Me: We won. I’ll see you soon.
I had stopped at the liquor store next to the stadium and picked up a bottle of champagne as a housewarming present.
While the champagne brought back memories of the night before, I wished I had more time to put more thought into the gift.
I offered it before realizing that there wouldn’t be enough time to execute anything.
The street parking was slim, but I managed to find a spot within a block of Kylie’s apartment. She opened the door at the same time as I lifted my hand to knock.
“Hey,” she smiled impishly at me as I noticed she still wore my t-shirt.
I tugged her onto the stoop and crushed her mouth to mine; her lips parted immediately to let me in, and her fingers threaded into my hair.
“I can’t stay long,” I said as I pulled away, resting my forehead on hers.
“Do you have enough time for a tour?”
“A tour and a little more.”
Her eyes flashed with excitement as she led me into the apartment. I was immediately impressed by how well they utilized a small space.
“Hey, Lily, meet Luc,” Kylie said as she introduced me to an attractive blond around her age.
Lily stood, her hand reaching out to shake mine. “Hi, Luc. Lily Bradshaw.”
The name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it.
“Nice to meet you, Luc LeCompte.”
“I won’t keep you. I’m headed to bed, and I’m sure Kylie wants to give you the tour. It was nice meeting you.”
“You as well.”
I handed Kylie the bottle of champagne, and she winked at me, “Sounds like we won’t be opening this tonight.”
“Sadly, no. But show me around.”
“Well, outside of the in-unit laundry, the highlight is my room. Come and see.”
I followed her down the hallway, past a bathroom that was generous for a smaller apartment, to her bedroom.
Although it was small, she had a large bookshelf filled with both classics and well-worn paperbacks.
She had also managed to fit a queen bed, and I immediately assessed the headboard. Yep, it had potential.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked, her eyes following my gaze.
“I do.”
She pushed the door closed behind me, and I heard the latch click.
“What are you thinking?”
I approached the headboard and ran my fingers along the tall, mahogany rails.
“I can work with this.”
“How?” she asked breathlessly.
“Oh, Kylie, I promise you it will be better if you’re surprised.”
I pulled a throw pillow off her bed and tossed it to the hardwood floor.
“On your knees, baby.”
Kylie’s eyes flashed with excitement. She dropped down immediately, resting her hands on her lap.
I rewarded her by gently stroking her cheeks with my thumb. She sighed, her head resting in the palm of my hand.
“I bought you a book in Minnesota; it’s in my car. I would like you to read it during my next road trip. Do you know anything about a praise kink?”
“Yes, I’ve read something about it before.”
“Reddit?”
She blushed, “Yes.”
“Kylie, there are so many things I’d like to do with you. Did you get a chance to respond to my e-mail?”
She shook her head and dropped her gaze to the floor. “My parents were here, and then I fell asleep.”
“Look at me,” I demanded, and she lifted her gaze in response. “Is your knee okay?”
“Yes.”
“Will you answer me honestly? Or should we wait to play until you’ve had a chance to go through the questions?”
“I will always answer you honestly.”
“Even when you’re uncomfortable? Kylie, I don’t want you ever to say yes to something just because you think I want it, okay?”
“Okay. Can I touch you, sir?” she asked impatiently.
“Oral sex, is that okay?”
She nodded enthusiastically and then remembered to use her words.
“Yes.”
“How is your gag reflex? I’m not big on the sound of gagging.”
It was one of the things that was on my list of no gos. I never understood the desire to have someone gag on a dick. Anytime I heard it, it triggered my own gag reflex.
“I don’t have one,” she answered, and fuck if every drop of blood in my body didn’t go straight to my dick.
“Where would you like me to cum?”
“Down my throat.”
Fuck me. This woman would be the death of me.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, giving her permission.
Kylie might have been tentative on the receiving end, but all that veneer slipped away once she unbuckled my belt and freed my painfully hard cock.
Her hand grasped it, and she spit, adding to the pre-cum that had already formed on the head.
Her tongue swirled and licked the sensitive underside as she worked her fist slowly at first.
Her eyes met mine as she looked for confirmation. I groaned in response, and that was all she needed.
“What do you do if you need to use your safe word?” I asked.
She held up her right hand and clicked her fingers.
I grabbed her hair, pulling it taut as I tipped her head back, holding her in place. Her hands fell to my thighs as I took over the pace, fucking her mouth. Other partners had claimed not to have a gag reflex, but in Kylie’s case, she wasn’t lying.
She squirmed on the pillow; her thighs rubbed together as she tried to get some friction.
With each thrust, the head of my cock pressed deeper into her throat, and while I normally preferred a bit more edging, when she swallowed around me, I let go, and she took everything I had.
She smiled up at me briefly before her eyes caught on my thigh tattoo. In a heartbeat, her playful and sexy demeanor shifted as she burst out laughing.
Her hand covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh out loud.
“Luc, is that an eggplant tattoo?”
She was off the pillow, and one hand clinically shifted my cock and balls out of the way as she inspected the terrible tattoo I had gotten when I was eighteen.
“I lost a bet.”
“You certainly did,” she struggled for composure, tears of laughter falling. “I certainly didn’t expect you to have a fuckboy tattoo.”
“Well,” I said as I lifted her from the floor, “make fuckboy bets, you get fuckboy tattoos. My brother did eventually end up with a peach on his ass.”
She buried her head in my chest and worked to level out her breathing as she regained her composure.
“Please tell me that it was a memorable bet?”
“It wasn’t. All I know for certain is that it was some kind of athletic competition, and we were always evenly matched. If we didn’t need to hide the ink from our family, we would have more stupid shit permanently etched on our bodies.”
I reached down, pulled up my pants, and fastened the buckle. The laughter had practically erased the sexual tension, and Kylie tugged me towards her bed.
“Lay with me?” she asked with a yawn.
“Sure, but just for a little while.”