Chapter 9 Batting a Thousand
Chapter nine
Batting a Thousand
Godwin
I loved being in the park, walking with Derby. I loved the thought that there could be more. He’d surprised me showing up at my work. And I was tickled about it. That didn’t make everything okay between us. It didn’t mean I could suddenly give him what he wanted. But I wanted to try.
I squeezed Derby’s shoulder. “You know I’m damaged. Closed off. I can’t let you get dragged into my mess. You can’t seriously want to be in a relationship with me and all my baggage.”
“I can relate, Godwin. At least to being closed off. Hard to be around my team when I’m gay, and I’m not out. I don’t like hiding.”
“No, I told you. Damaged as in molested as a teen and burned later when I tried to go to college. I wanted to go school, but it didn’t work out.
First semester, I met a guy, and he used me.
He dated me for a few weeks until we finally moved to the bedroom, then he totally ghosted me.
He got what he wanted and ditched me. Since then, I’ve never tried for anything more than a hookup, and those have been few and far between, and I’ve had total control over them.
Honestly, I fear trusting others. I’ve never opened up to anyone like I have to you.
And I’m probably going to break your heart. ”
“I get you’re scared, but—”
“I don’t think you do. Like once I was on a business trip to Atlanta and knew I’d never see the guy again, so it felt safe.
It should have been safe. I went back to his hotel, and the minute he shut the door and locked it, I freaked out.
I ran out of there faster than a cheetah with its tail on fire.
” I sat down on a bench that overlooked the pond.
Derby sat beside me. I took his hand and held it in my lap, but I stared out at the water.
The sun was slowly sinking. “I don’t know how to do relationships, especially ones where my partner is gone so much.
You’re mostly on the road playing during the season, and off-season, you have practice.
Where’s that? Florida? Nothing between us screams a relationship that could work, except how much I ache when you’re not here.
” I squeezed his fingers, wanting him to be able to crawl into my head and understand me without me having to say all these words.
Derby grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. I saw so much love and understanding in his eyes. He kissed me softly, right there in the park as if showing me how much he cared. “Let’s go back to your place.”
By the time we got inside, we were kissing and touching.
I pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it in the hall, stalking after him as he walked backward.
I didn’t think we’d make it. I grabbed his arm and slammed him against the wall.
Thankfully, I didn’t have anything on that wall.
If I had, it would have been knocked to the floor.
I pressed my lips to his, and a moan escaped as if I’d pushed it out of him. I opened my mouth to capture the sound.
His hands were everywhere, grabbing my ass, up my shirt, touching my overheated skin. “Too many.” I assumed he meant clothes, so we paused long enough to get the rest of them off and make it to the bedroom.
He crawled on the bed, then flipped around facing me. “Can I fuck you?”
I thought about it, but I wanted something different. “Next time.” I grabbed the lube and condoms. “Turn over.”
He didn’t argue or fight me on it, simply flipped back over so I could prep him. I took my time, eliciting moans so erotic, I wasn’t sure if I could hold off long enough to make this good for him. But I wanted to.
I rubbed his ass and nuzzled against his skin. His cheeks were two plump, round globes that begged to be fucked anytime I was near him. “Okay, over. On your back.” I withdrew my fingers, and he turned with a huff.
“Now what?”
“This.” I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the top of his dick, licking up the pre-cum. “And this.” I pressed his legs back toward his ears, then lined my cock up.
“Wait, wait. Condom.”
I growled. “I hate these things.” I grabbed the one next to him that I’d tossed on the bed earlier and opened it.
“Here.” He sat up and snatched it from my hand and pulled the rubber out of the packaging. Slowly, carefully, he rolled it down my hard cock. “This is better.” He squeezed a bit of lube in his hand and jerked my dick with it. “Now.”
When he lay back, he grabbed the back of his legs, giving me a view of everything. Dick, balls, hole. My favorite parts. I massaged his balls, then stroked his cock. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily. I was certain he was expecting my normal caveman self to fuck the hell out of him. I didn’t.
I pressed in slowly, pulled back, making slow jabs until I was seated. Then I waited. Derby started panting and wiggling. “Now. Please.”
I chuckled maniacally, then I moved slowly, rocking my hips. I wanted him to feel every inch of me when I pushed in, when I pulled out, in super slow motion.
Derby thrashed his head back and forth against my mattress and gyrated on my cock. “Fuck! What are you doing?”
“Fucking you.”
“Ugh. I know. But—”
“Shut it.” I leaned down to kiss him. I needed things that I couldn’t verbalize. I needed slow and sweet. “You can handle this,” I said against his lips.
After an eternity of kissing and fucking, even I couldn’t take it anymore. I supported my body weight on my arms, fisted into the mattress beside his head. Then I sped up my pace. Faster, faster, I fucked him, but it was every bit as sweet.
He shuffled, angling his position until I hit his sweet spot.
Then it was on. I pounded hard, hoping to hit it with every pump of my hips.
Maybe I did, or at least most of the time, because Derby turned into a moaning, begging, sexy sweet puddle of desire and need until finally, I leaned on one arm and grabbed his dick.
I still had lube on my fingers, so it slid up and down fast, making a slurpy-slapping sound while I fucked his hole.
His whole body shuttered, then he came like a geyser.
His jiz shot out everywhere. It was so hot, and his ass muscles gripped me so hard that I was about to blow myself.
I pulled out and yanked the condom off, throwing it, not caring where it landed.
Then I jacked myself furiously until my seed spurted out all over him, adding my spunk to the mess.
“Fuck...” Derby breathed out. “You’re lying in the wet spot. Wanna move?”
I collapsed on top of him. “You got it.”