Chapter 40
Oscar
The first few weeks away from Mare were an absolute nightmare.
She was anxious as shit biting on her nails every time we FaceTimed.
I was grumpy as fuck, getting reacquainted with my hand at night.
The one thing I learned—rage fucking your hand isn’t nearly as fun as rage fucking the person you’re missing.
But, being apart sure did make our time together amazing, and the idea of leaving feels a hell of a lot easier than it did last time.
Maybe it’s because I know what’s on the other side of this visit.
Maybe it’s because I know I’ll be back in a few more weeks for a longer stretch of time.
Maybe it’s because Sadie is going to visit her for the weekend and she won’t be alone.
Whatever the reason, leaving doesn’t feel as dark. I want her to be happy. I want her to be living her dreams and that’s worth all the misery of us being apart.
The sex when I came back to town—also worth the misery of being apart.
I kiss her on the forehead as she sleeps on my chest, just before snaking out from under her and tucking her into the warm covers.
She stirs slightly and then shoots up in the bed in a panic. “It’s time already?” she groans, reaching for me and pulling me back onto the bed.
“Babe,” I try to protest, but it’s no use. Her lips are on mine.
“I’m not ready to say goodbye,” she whines.
“You’re not saying goodbye. Goodbye means we won’t see each other again. I’ll be back in a few weeks… for an entire month.”
“Yeah, but then you’ll be gone for too fucking long for training.”
She’s right. In a few weeks it will be February. I’ll come back for a month and then off to spring training.
“How about we make that thought a next month’s problem?” I deepen our kiss like an idiot, because she deepens it back, making my cock stir. “I’m not going to make it if we are living for missing each other. I need to live for the next moment I get to see you.”
“Fine,” she groans, as she starts pulling the pants down that are already hanging loose around my waist, because I haven’t gotten a chance to fasten them.
“Mare. I’m gonna miss my flight.” My words are muffled by our lips pressed firmly together.
She pulls away from me just enough to have our eyes meet. “Darn,” she smiles and immediately goes back to working my cock out of my briefs.
I’d like to say I’m strong enough to pull away, grab my bags, and head to the airport. That’s just not the case. Instead, I pull the comforter back and expose her hard nipples and take one in my mouth.
I pause for a moment, “Hey Siri.” I wait for the little circle to appear on my phone screen as it lays next to me on the bed. “Text Horner.”
“What do you want to say to Horner?” The voice fills the room.
“Overslept. Not going to make my flight. Have Natalie reschedule it for later today.”
“It says: Overslept. Not going to make my flight. Have Natalie reschedule it for later today. Send it?” This conversation is taking too damn long, so I allow my fingers to run back and forth over her nipple to keep a little momentum going. Not that we need it.
“Yes.” Siri’s confirmation of the message being sent is drowned out by the sound of my phone landing on the chair nearby and the moan that leaves her mouth when I bit down on her other nipple.
“I,” her voice is breathy and shallow, “thought you had more restraint than this,” she teases.
“When it comes to you, I have zero restraint.”
I drive the point home by tearing her panties right off her body and throwing the shred of fabric onto the floor.
Her gasp is audible, “Those were my favorite.”
“No they weren’t. Your favorite pair is the lace black pair with bows on the hips, or the booty shorts that feel like briefs and make your ass look amazing.
That was just one of the many black lace pairs you have, and if you love them that much, I’ll get you a new pair from Second Base when I get home.
Word on the street is you have an account. ”
“Don’t act like you know my preferences in—” I lean in and kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth and pressing my hard length against her to stop her rant. “I wasn’t done”
“Mare.” I look at her, “Shut up, so I can fuck you.” I kiss her again and then pull away. “I mean I love you.”
“I thought that’s what you meant,” she says in a scolding tone that lacks any real bite. “Now, shut the fuck up and get between my legs and show me how bad you want my pussy.”
Her words catch me off guard for a second. I’m not sure Mare has ever demanded anything from me, in bed or otherwise, let alone talked dirty to me. I only pause for a second though, because while I’m surprised, I’m not a fucking idiot.
I pull her to the edge of the bed by her ankles and gently slide my tongue along her swollen clit.
The way she bucks her hips in the air, I can tell her resolve is paper thin.
I use two fingers to spread her open and slide my tongue deep inside her, and when I add two fingers to the mix she shudders.
I lay long licks over her opening like I’m licking an ice cream cone and pick up the pace of my fingers sliding in and out of her, curling upwards just before they leave her soaked opening.
Apparently, I find the perfect rhythm, because she screams out, “Right there, shit.”
If I’ve learned anything, it’s that when she says right there—she fucking means it.
I do as I’m told and hold both my pace and speed as the sides of my jaw start to burn in the most delicious way.
Her opening is drenched, and I’m not quite sure if it’s from my mouth, her aching pussy, or both.
The sound of saliva and her arousal surround me until they are overtaken by her screams and hot liquid covers my face, her thighs, and the sheets.
“Fuck!” I moan. “That was… fuck, baby.”
I’m at a loss for words, because that was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.