Chapter 22
A win never felt so good. I was on fire. Two home runs and one RBI. The Troubadours were on a streak, and I was happy to be back and contributing.
Some of the guys went out after the game and asked me to join.
Any other time and I might’ve gone with them, especially since they were doing me a solid by not treating me like a fuck up, but I was determined to keep my promises.
No going out. No drinking. No fights, antics, or anything to undermine the deal Bree negotiated for me and the promises I made to her.
Seeing her standing behind home plate wearing my hoodie during the game was the icing on the cake. I wished I could celebrate tonight’s win with her instead of sitting here alone in my condo.
A soft knock at the door has me muting SportsCenter, questioning who would show up unannounced.
With all the women who tried to pass me their number tonight, it’s not out of the question one of them could’ve figured out where I live.
It’s never happened to me, but I’ve heard it’s happened to some other players.
Part of the reason I moved into this building was because you need a key to access the floor.
My phone buzzes on the coffee table. Bree’s name lights up the screen. Please Lord don’t let a random woman be at my door when my fantasy come to life is texting me.
brEE
Open your door.
I immediately spring into action at those three words, so reminiscent of when I showed up at her door a few weeks ago.
Surveying the room, I make sure it’s clean and doesn’t look like an eighteen year old’s college pad.
My bag is in the hallway where I dropped it on my way in tonight.
No clothes or shoes are strewn about the room and my kitchen is actually pretty tidy.
A louder knock draws my attention back to the door.
My heart rate notches up the closer I get to the door.
I’m nervous. The last thing I said to her tonight was clouded in lust and innuendo.
Has she changed her mind about keeping this professional and being friends?
Has she forgiven me for being an idiot and getting myself arrested causing her to bail me out?
The sight that greets me at the door has my breath catching in my throat.
Bree stands on my threshold with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail.
Her glasses from earlier are nowhere to be seen, which means she put her contacts in when she touched up her makeup.
Her lips are painted a bright red, matching the red corset bra she flashes under her black trench coat.
Her tits are barely covered in the red lace material. I want nothing more than to taste and tease them. The thought of running my tongue around the swell of her cleavage has my mouth watering.
She shifts on her feet, drawing my attention lower. Past her exposed abdomen, toned and tight in all the best ways, and to the small swatch of matching red lace covering her perfect pussy. Her heels from earlier are still on her feet and I’m just noticing the red polish accentuating her toes.
“Princess, what did I say about the next time you put on a show?” My eyes retrace her body from feet to head, and my cock hardens in my sweats at the sight.
“That it better be in private and just for you.” she says, a smirk on her full lips and her head held high. The confidence on this woman is fucking hot.
“A hallway doesn’t seem very private.” I quirk a brow at her, and she shrugs.
“I didn’t expect to be standing in the hall this long.”
Reaching out, I wrap an arm around her back and lift her off her feet. She squeals with surprise but latches on. “You better come in then so I can get my private showing.”
I carry her into the living room, gently setting her down near the windows overlooking downtown. I don’t know what happened to convince her to show up dressed like this tonight, but I’m not a fool to waste the opportunity.
“Lose the jacket.” She peers up at me through her lashes and shimmies the jacket off her shoulders. It pools by her feet, leaving her in nothing but the heels and matching lingerie. In the reflection of the glass behind her, I see the thin string between the perfect globes of her ass cheeks.
“Now what?” The flush of her cheeks and the rapid pulse at her neck are the only indication she’s not as confident with this approach as she appears. Curious how far she’ll take it, I push the question back to her.
“This is your show, Princess. Why don’t you tell me?”
Stepping closer, she trails a finger from my ear to my chin. “Watching you tonight got me thinking.” She continues the path down my neck, along my collarbone.
“What were you thinking?” Her nails on my skin are like striking a match.
“You once said I wanted someone to fall to their knees for me.” Talk about something out of left field. I wasn’t expecting that. Both her hands rest on my pecs briefly before she runs them down my abs, tracing each indentation with her fingers. Her eyes follow their movement.
“I did. You were made to be worshiped.”
She reaches the waistband of my sweats and her eyes lock onto my bulge. “What if I want to worship you?” When she flicks her eyes back to me and traces the outline of my rock-hard cock in my sweats, I almost come on the spot. This woman may kill me.
“On your knees then.” Slowly she tucks one leg behind her and lowers to the rug, never breaking eye contact.
Pinching her chin, I ask, “Are you sure about this? We do this and there’s no going back. I can’t just be your friend, Princess. I told you that already. You showing up here tonight changed the game.”
“I’m sure.” Her fingers tuck into the waistband of my sweats, but I stop her again. Who the fuck am I right now? When a woman is on her knees basically begging to suck your cock, you’re not supposed to try to talk her out of it. Get it together man.
“I’m giving you one last chance to change your mind, because if I taste you again—have you again—you’re mine.”
“Show me,” she challenges, and my good guy act takes a hike.
“Take my cock out.” Wrapping my hand around her ponytail, I tighten my grip in preparation. In one tug, my sweats are around my ankles and my cock is poised at her lips. “I can’t wait to have that pretty little mouth wrapped around me. Those red lips making a ring around my cock. Open.”
She moans in response, licking her lips before parting her mouth. With my free hand I pump my shaft.
“Tongue out.” She obeys and my balls tighten. Fisting at the base, I tap my cock against her tongue. That’s all it takes for her to take the lead. Her hand grips just above mine as she licks the underside of my cock.
“Mmmm.” My abs clench at the noise from the back of her throat as she circles the tip with her tongue.
“Fuck. I can’t get enough of you like this.” The sight of her on her knees before me in red lace and heels. The feel of her lips sucking lightly on the head, leaving a red lipstick ring in its wake. It’s all too much.
“Going to fuck your mouth now, Princess. Tap my leg if it’s too much.
” She opens wide, lifting her eyes to mine expectantly.
Grabbing her head in both hands, my fingers tangle in her hair as I slowly thrust into her mouth.
Her hum of approval vibrates along my length, causing shivers down my spine.
On the next thrust, I push deeper. She chokes, but instead of pushing me away, her fingertips dig into my ass and pull me closer.
“You like that, naughty girl? Choking on my cock and begging for more? I bet you’re drenching those little panties, aren’t you.” She nods her head in agreement. Saliva drips from the corner of her mouth and her eyes water from my relentless pace.
“Touch yourself, Princess.” Hesitancy flashes in her eyes, but when I give her an encouraging nod, she releases her grip on my backside and slides her fingers over the outside of her thong.
Watching her dip her fingers under the lace and along her slit has me slowing my movements.
I want this to last, but fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
“Show me how messy you are for me.” Lifting two fingers, she spreads them apart showing her wetness.
“Let me taste.” I lean down to where she holds them up for me, continuing my rhythm inside the wet heat of her mouth.
My eyes roll back in my head when her flavor touches my tongue.
Sucking her fingers clean, I fuck her mouth harder.
“I’m going to come. Are you going to be a good girl and swallow or do I need to pull out? ”
She hollows her cheeks and swallows in answer, clenching her thighs together to create the friction she needs on her pussy. “I’ll take care of you in a second, baby. Take my cum first.” Her eyes close in pleasure as she rubs her clit with one hand and urges me on with the other.
“Eyes on me. That’s it. Fuck, you’re so pretty taking my cock so deep in your throat.” She moans and I can’t hold back any longer. Heat spreads up my back and I blow my load down her throat as I hold her in place with my hands. She shudders and swallows every single fucking drop.
“You okay?” I ask when I pull out of her mouth.
“Perfect,” she says, swiping her finger along the corner of her lip. “Was that good?”
This woman. She has no idea, does she?
“Good? Princess, that’s the best head I’ve ever received. You sure know how to suck a cock, baby, but now it’s my turn.”