Chapter 6
Teagan
Listen, I know I wanted to get railed tonight. Did I expect it to happen with an athlete who calls me ma belle in his sexy accent and has biceps that stretch the hem of his shirt?
No, but I’m not mad about it.
Clara and Kaya are more than aware of what’s going to happen, as I gave them a quick thumbs-up when we walked past them. I bet they’re going to eagerly be waiting for the details once we’re done.
Baseball Guy, as I’ve deemed him in my mind, holds my hand tightly in his as he leads me around the back of the building to what looks like a car that’s parked in a spot separate from the rest.
“You have a special parking spot?” I ask.
He turns his head over his shoulder. “Sort of. I know the owner, so he lets me park away from the crowd.”
“Ah. You don’t want to get a scratch on your precious car, huh?” I tease.
He tugs on my hand and maneuvers me so quickly that I barely register that he now has me pressed up against the side of his dark grey audi. I suck in a breath as he cages me in with his hands resting on the top of the car door on either side of my head.
He leans down so that our foreheads are nearly touching and says, “Is getting under my skin a form of foreplay for you?”
I smirk as my hands press against his chest and trail slowly down his abs, and right over his hard cock through his jeans, making my pussy ache at the feel of it. “Maybe. But what I’d really like is you inside me.”
He hisses under his breath, then pulls back slightly. “Wait, before we go any further. How old are you? I didn’t get a chance to ask before because I was so focused on not fucking this up.”
Usually, I’d find men’s shyness off-putting, but with Baseball Guy, I find his ability to be so honest attractive.
“Twenty-four, and you?”
His eyes widen and he takes a step back from me. “Fuck. We can’t do this.”
My heart sinks at the possibility that we may not be going any further than this. “Why? What’s the issue?”
“I’m twelve years older than you.”
Relief washes over me at that. Because I see nothing wrong here. “And?”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
I shrug. “Turns me on, actually.”
Baseball Guy perks up slightly, his eyes boring into mine as he inhales sharply, and I can see how badly he wants me, so I decide to take things up a notch.
I reach behind my back and unzip my leather tube top, letting it fall to the pavement below us.
His lips part, rendering him speechless as he takes in what I just did, his eyes roaming back and forth between my face and my breasts.
While we seem to be safe from onlookers as the parking spot is secluded, I don’t want to take any risks, so I say, “Are you going to touch me or should I go see if someone else knows how to honor their promises?”
He charges forward and covers my naked chest with his as he grips my chin and takes my lips in a searing kiss.
The kiss takes me by surprise because never has anyone kissed me like this before, let alone a stranger. It’s passionate yet not rushed as our lips move together.
I let out a whimper as he grinds his erection against me, mixed in with the sensation of how good of a fucking kisser this man is. It’s unsettling in the best way imaginable.
Baseball Guy squeezes my ass and moves me to the side as he opens the back door, all while not breaking contact with our lips.
“In. Now,” he breathes when he pulls away, looking dazed.
I follow his order, lowering myself into his exceptionally large back seat. He wastes no time following me in, but not before grabbing my top and tossing it to the ground. He shuts and locks the door behind him as I take a seat.
Before he can do anything, I straddle him and knock his hat off his head. He chuckles in response, but it dies as quickly as it came because my hands are in his hair and I drag his lips to mine.
He groans against my lips as we make out, our kisses becoming more intense as I grind against his cock through his jeans. Hands squeeze my ass as I continue to rock against him, his tongue parting my lips, and I open willingly.
We continue like that for a bit, hands exploring as our mouths do the same, until he halts my movement by squeezing my hips tightly.
“Take your skirt and panties off before I shred them to pieces.”
“Yes, sir. And you do the same. Lose the clothes.”
He undresses first, lifting up to undo his belt and lower his zipper, then shucks his jeans and boxers to his ankles. My mouth waters at the sight of his long, hard cock, and I’m about to lean in and get a taste when he takes his shirt off.
Using one hand, he grips the back of the shirt near his neck and rips it over his head, showcasing his unbelievable body.
I’m in a trance, my eyes roaming over the hard peaks and valleys of his body, and back to his impressive cock.
“Lose. The. Clothes,” he repeats, his tone brisk and demanding, making my skin prickle with desire.
Following his orders, I lift my hips to pull my skirt and panties down and off my legs. I go to remove my boots when he stops me.
“Leave those on. I love how your legs look in them and I can’t wait any longer,” he says impatiently as he tugs me onto his lap.
His lips immediately wrap around my nipple, making me gasp as I rock my pussy against his cock, spreading my arousal against him.
He moves to my other nipple, making my head fall back as pleasure radiates in my entire body from the sensations of his mouth on my nipples and my pussy grinding against his cock.
Hands squeeze my waist, making me halt my movement once again.
“What’s wrong?” I pant, annoyed that he’s stopped.
“I need to be inside you. No more waiting.”
“I need it too,” I tell him.
It’s been a while for me and add in the fact of how turned on I am, and the ache between my legs is becoming unbearable.
So I lift onto my knees and he grips the base of his cock and lines it up with my center. Just as I’m about to sink onto him, he grips my waist with his free hand.
“Shit, I need a condom,” he grunts, swiftly reaching into his pocket for one.
Although I get my birth control shot every three months and I’d much rather take him bare, I know this is safer.
He slides it on in no time, and my breath hitches as a shiver rolls down my spine at the anticipation.
He grips my hip with one hand, the other on his cock, and impales me onto his cock. We both shudder as my pussy takes the tip, and again when I slide down another inch.
As if he knows what I need without saying it, he grabs my face and pulls me in for a kiss, allowing my body to release and let go as we make out, eventually letting me sit fully on him.
Our lips break apart as my forehead drops against his and I let out a soft moan while he hisses.
“You took it all so well,” he murmurs, then grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes. “Now show me how well you can ride my cock.”
Usually, I prefer to be the one giving orders, but I oddly like this switching of roles. So I do as he says, lifting up until just the tip is inside me, and I slam back down.
His eyes close tightly as he exhales, fingers digging into my hips.
Knowing that I’m making him lose it like this turns me on more than anything. It makes me repeat the motion faster, bouncing up and down on his cock as a tight ball of pressure builds in my core.
“Close already?” His voice is low and sexy, with a slight tease to his words.
“Oh, and you’re not?” I tease back as I switch to swiveling my hips back and forth as I ride him.
“I was close the second you sat that tight cunt on my cock,” he admits as his fingers find my nipples, pinching and rolling them while his other hand plays with my clit.
“Fuck,” my curse is barely audible as sparks of pleasure explode all over my body, and the only thing I can focus on is the orgasm ripping through me.
My body loses the ability to function as sensation takes over, and I cease my movement, so he takes over and thrusts into me from below.
“Stay just like that,” he grits.
“Mmm, yes. Take what you need.”
Seconds later, his body stills as he comes, grunting and groaning, and he holds himself deep inside me. We stare into one another’s eyes as we both breathe heavily, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing that I am.
That was fucking amazing. I’ve had my fair share of one-night stands, and not once has it felt like this.
Which is exactly why I pull away from his intense stare, lift myself off of his lap, and slide into the seat beside him.
“Well,” I manage to get out before the charged silence that settles between us suffocates me, “if you can pitch as good as you fuck, your team might do well this year.”
A loud, rich laugh erupts from Baseball Guy as he slides his jeans and briefs up, and something tells me it’s been a while since he’s laughed like that.
“You’re such a brat. You know that, right?” He half-chuckles, half-scoffs as he tugs his shirt back over his head.
“And you like it.” I wink as I zip my tube top in the front and swivel it around to the back.
“To be determined,” he replies, cocking his head as he smirks. His smirk shouldn’t be sexy, but it is.
“Seems a bit clingy if you ask me,” I throw his words back at him from earlier as I attempt to fix my hair.
“I could be clingy if you’d give me a chance to,” he replies, his voice lacking the teasing tone it just had. The playful energy turns serious in an instant, making me freeze.
Usually, this is the part I never have a problem with. I can tell them no thank you, have a good rest of your night or day. And yet, I find myself hesitating for a brief second, wanting to give him my number to do this again.
But I don’t get attached, never have and never will. I don’t have time to deal with heartbreak, so it’s easier this way to have meaningless hookups. Stay closed off and no one can hurt you kind of thing.
Plus, we’re both athletes with no time for anything else in our lives. It would never go anywhere.
My life doesn’t have room for commitment, and I doubt his does either.
With my hand on the door handle, I give him a polite smile. “I’ll be honest. I don’t have time for a relationship.”
“I understand what it’s like to be busy. I can work with that,” he says calmly, not put off at my attempt to brush him off.
I fold my lips together, taking a moment to think before I speak. I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but I also need to stay true to myself and what I want.
“I had a great time tonight. And in other circumstances, you’re exactly the kind of guy I’d want to try with. But right now really isn’t the best time for me,” I say gently.
Baseball Guy’s body deflates, and the hope I once saw in his eyes goes with it. “All right, not much I can say then. I had a good time too. Take care,” he says a bit dismissively, but I can’t blame the guy. Despite our great chemistry and the mind-blowing sex, he just got rejected.
“You too,” I say, giving him a small wave as I exit the car.
While I know this is the best choice for me, I can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if I did give him my number.
But I can’t live a life of what-ifs.
The only thing I need to be focusing on is this new job at ESA and take back what’s rightfully mine.