CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I pace the length of the cramped space while waiting for Cassidy. My boots clomp on the scuffed concrete, disrupting the silence. Excitement thrums faster in my veins when I glance at the clock. She should arrive any minute unless her bedtime routine for the kids got derailed. Not that it matters. Her instructions were simple and explicit and I plan to follow along. Even if it takes hours.
Okay, fine. That might be pushing it. But I have every intention of holding out for what’s to come.
The scent of leather and wood combined with anticipation creates a concoction that goes straight to my head. A restless energy buzzes in my veins like a caged beast. Hunger snaps its jaws when quiet footfalls approach. The hurried stride drifts along the length of my spine and I groan.
Cassidy appears in the open doorway. A single lightbulb illuminates the tack room and traces her curves in a soft glimmer. The first thing I notice is that her hair is free from the braid I’d been fantasizing about tugging throughout dinner. Glossy waves cascade around her shoulders, the auburn set ablaze from the glow above. My fingers flex as I imagine getting a tight grip.
But then I notice her sly grin is painted in a fresh coat of red. The color is so shiny, appearing wet. My cock jerks at the sight.
“Hey, trouble.” The sultry caress in Cassidy’s tone gets me harder than a fence post.
I widen my stance to alleviate the pressure behind my zipper. “Hi, beauty.”
She seems to be vibrating with the same barely restrained desire that’s thrashing through me. “You stayed put.”
“I’m capable of following directions.”
“Especially when you get rewarded.”
My dick leaks. “Is that what this is about?”
She nods. “I’m gonna make you melt in my mouth.”
“Like penis candy,” I croak.
The dress I’ve been admiring all night swishes against her thighs. That gentle noise tickles my ears as she steps forward. Her stride is liquid as she slinks toward me. “Be a good boy and accept it.”
“Fuuuuuuuck.” My brain misfires, almost sending me to my knees.
Which would be problematic since Cassidy is lowering to hers. I’m granted an ample peek at her cleavage that gets my blood pumping hotter. She undoes my belt and jeans during the descent. A nimble tug exposes me to the cool air. That slight chill pebbles my skin but is instantly sent packing by her hot exhale.
“Damn, you’re big.” Her fingers try to meet in a loop at my base. “It’s crazy to picture you inside of me. I could wear you as a scarf, or a medal if I manage to shove your entire length down my throat.”
A visual of me stretching the delicate column is too much. I blindly reach for the saddle behind me. The stand creaks but manages to support my weight.
Cassidy flicks her tongue against my tip. “Are you happy?”
“Is that a serious question?” My strangled voice should be answer enough.
“I mean in general. With everything.” She blinks up at me and repeats, “Are you happy?”
Through the lust, I realize this is what I asked her just hours ago. “I couldn’t be happier.”
“You’re sure?”
“Zero doubt.” The conviction in my tone is a gavel delivering an undeniable verdict.
But her gaze still searches mine. “This life is enough for you?”
My palms cradle her upturned face, smoothing at the worry creasing there. “Where is this coming from, beauty?”
“I just want you to be satisfied.” Her touch drifts along my length, almost absently.
“Sounds like a trap while I’m in such a vulnerable position.” I thrust my hips.
She releases me. “I’m not joking. You’re a professional athlete—”
“Was,” I correct. “That’s history.”
“Do you miss it?”
“Of course, but I knew baseball wasn’t forever. That’s reserved for you and the kids. I can’t spend forever in a dugout on the road. The spotlight won’t keep me warm at night. Who cares about pitching no-hitters when you don’t have anyone waiting for you at home? A real life, a family, a purpose beyond the game, a future. That’s what I want. Something to complete me. And that’s you.” I drag my hand through her hair, tucking a section behind her ear. “Besides, I get to coach.”
“Hmm, yes. Solid response. You’re very sweet to me. I’m gonna be sweet for you too.” Cassidy presses a kiss to my shaft.
I quake from the sensation. My arousal has been steadily building and that soft tease threatens to burst the dam. But then my vision clears to see the mark left behind. The stain doesn’t usually smudge when we kiss. Maybe my dick is—
“Different brand,” she reveals to burst my bubble. “This doubles as lube. Strawberry flavored.”
It takes warrior willpower to remain upright while she drops more sloppy smooches on me. “That’s… tasty.”
“Very.” Another peck on my dick. “I didn’t think sucking a cock could hold appeal until I saw yours.”
Need strains my muscles until I ache. “Oh?”
She hums and brands me again. “You’re going to get blowjobs on the regular, trouble.”
“Good Lord, woman.” I’m openly trembling. “You’re actually turning my penis into a piece of candy.”
“Mhmm,” she mumbles against my shaft. Her lips smack after a rapid attack to the flared head. “Yummy.”
“Not gonna last,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “I’ll bust the instant your mouth is on me.”
“You’re giving me too much credit.”
Denial is a sharp grunt as she polishes my pole until I’m slick and covered in her affection. “Not nearly enough.”
Her laughter puffs against my slippery length. “Allow me to test your theory.”
White streaks across my sight when she pushes me straight to the back of her throat. I blink at the stars but the haze turns blinding as she slurps, pulling my cock deeper. My earlier wish is granted when she guides my hand to clutch her neck. She swallows, allowing me to feel where my dick is lodged. I add gentle pressure and her lashes flutter. A curse spews from me as she swirls her tongue on the underside of my length, mapping the protruding ridge there.
My balls tighten and I curse. “Too good, beauty.”
Moisture glistens in her eyes while she bobs up and down for a brief reprieve. Pleasure laps at me, keeping pace with her steady rhythm. The onslaught squeezes my desperation into a vise until I almost double over. A tear tracks down her cheek as I strike the limit of her gag reflex. I’m about to protest but the words become a wheeze when she takes me to the root again.
My fingers clench where she’s got me wedged in. I use my other hand to stroke her jaw. Cassidy grins, the expression distorted. Her mouth is fully stretched around my length. So. Damn. Snug. The sight is obscene and almost makes me feel guilty, but I can’t look away. A pleased sound rumbles from her to scold my concern. Rather than retreat, she takes me deeper. She moans while increasing suction, hollowing her cheeks in the process. Tingles erupt at the base of my spine. Relief begins to flood downward in a rush.
“Gonna come,” I rasp.
She nods but doesn’t quit. The last of my restraint is spent on staying still, allowing her to finish me off the way she intends. Euphoric bliss erupts from me with a shout. My cock throbs, spilling every drop down her throat. Cassidy’s throat works to drain me dry. Heat surges under my skin as I lose myself to sensation. I jolt from the powerful release, seconds from collapse. It’s sheer determination that keeps me standing.
“Holy… shit. Fuck me sideways.” Spots dance in my vision. “What was that?”
Her chest rises and falls while she dabs her puffy lips. “Good?”
“That’s an understatement,” I mumble. “You might’ve broken me. Nope, scratch that. I’m definitely ruined. Now you have to marry me.”
Cassidy laughs. “Very funny.”
“I’m not joking.” I wipe the drool from her chin. “But next time I ask, it’ll be worthy of the intended response.”
Her watery eyes roll to the ceiling. “The blowjob wasn’t that great.”
I tuck myself away and hoist her into my arms, stumbling to our next stop. “You’re right. It was better.”
She giggles, clinging on tight when I try lowering her onto the nearest saddle. “What’re you doing?”
“I owe you several orgasms.”
“Definitely not multiple.”
My knees greet the floor while I bunch her dress around her waist. “Feed me two while I recuperate and then I’ll dick you straight to sleep.”