Chapter 9
GABE
“Get under it,” I mumble. Then I holler, “Get under it!”
Looking at the pitcher, I think to myself, he’s got this.
He’s kept the other team at arm’s length.
Only one inning to go. We can tie it up, then score one more and win this thing.
Jake nods to the catcher, agreeing on a pitch.
He winds up and lets it fly towards home plate, David behind the plate.
With a crack of the bat, the batter swings and hits a line drive towards the mound and Jake has barely any time to react.
Jake tries to knock it down, and does, but then it dribbles towards Sapara at third base.
Jake can’t get to it in time and Sapara can’t either.
A perfect shitstorm ensues and the other team sends their man home, where he scores.
Fuck! Now we’re down two runs. That’s tough to come back from. But not impossible.
Adam, the pitching coach, signals and makes his way to the mound. I’m right behind him. It’s time for Jake to come out. A few moments later, the infield players join us at the mound.
“Keep me in, coach. I’ve got this.”
“You’ve had a helluva game,” Adam tells Jake, clapping him on the back. Turning to Joe, our bullpen coach, he signals him to bring in the closer, José.
Jake smacks his glove and walks off, a chip on his shoulder.
He’s not mad, he’s just pissed that fate decided to fuck with him.
Otherwise, his pitching was exactly what we needed tonight.
José jogs from the bullpen to the mound, joining us.
Adam claps him on the shoulder and I do the same.
He knows how much is at stake tonight. If we lose this one, we only have one shot left; one game to prove that we deserve to be in the division series.
José starts to warm up, and we all disburse, the players jogging back to their place on the field and Adam and I walking back to the dugout.
Standing in the dugout, I rest my arms along the railing.
I’m not going to lie. Our chances at winning this game are slim to none.
But, it’s not over yet. José finishes his warmup pitches and the batter steps back into the batter’s box.
The umpire signals and David, our catcher, calls the pitch.
José nods and throws his first pitch: a curveball.
The batter swings and misses, anticipating a fastball.
Strike one. José winds up again and this time, throws a cutter.
The batter swings and fouls it off. Strike two.
José throws another pitch, another curveball.
The batter swings, sending it foul. José winds up and throws again, this time throwing a fastball.
The batter anticipates this and swings like he’s going to knock it out of the park.
And he does. Fuck me, we’re toast. The batter runs the bases and another runner scores.
In the end, it was too much and we don’t come back from that. We lose 6-3.
Layla
I text Gabe the next evening.
Layla: Tough loss last night.
Gabe: Understatement. But thanks. And yes, I’m okay. This isn’t my first time
Layla: Of course! But you’re human.
Gabe: That I am. How are you?
Layla: Good. Busy. The usual.
Gabe: Where are you?
Layla: Soaking in my tub. Why?
Gabe: You’re killing me. All that beautiful skin exposed…
Layla:
Sends a pic with her bare leg propped up on the side of the tub, bubbles clinging to her shapely calf and thighs.
Gabe: Dammit, Layla.
Layla: Just a little tease…
Gabe: More!
Layla: ???
Gabe: Show me those ripe tits…
Layla: Here you go [Sends pic]
Sends a pic showing her nipples playing peek-a-boo through the bubbles.
Gabe: Fuck me, woman. Those nipples and the bubbles.
Layla: You like?
Gabe: Very much. I’m a little sad I’m not there to suck on them
Layla: Me, too.
Gabe: Trust me?
Layla: Yes.
Incoming FaceTime from Gabe…
“Hey there, handsome.” Gabe appears on the screen and gives me a panty-melting smile. He’s shirtless and leaning back against the headboard, a mountain of pillows behind him. He’s looking mighty fine. Meanwhile, I’m reclining in the tub, my body submerged under the bubble-covered surface.
“Layla,” he says, his voice a tiny bit strained. “Trust me?” he asks once more.
I nod.
“Lower the camera and show me those gorgeous curves.”
Leaning forward, my breasts swaying, I pull the lever and let some water out of the tub, effectively showing off my breasts and my hard nipples. In fact, the water is so low, that if I tilt my phone even more, he’d be able to see between my legs, the water barely covering me now.
He breathes heavily, then says, “Touch yourself.”
Fire flashes in my eyes. Propping up my phone, I play with my nipples, which are now hard as diamonds. As I tweak and play with them, moisture gathers between my legs, and I can’t help but moan as my clit starts to throb.
“Now lower,” Gabe growls, his eyes hooded with lust. “Play with that pretty pussy.”
Just hearing him say that has my legs falling open, my pussy slick. Running a finger through my folds, my slickness coats my fingers. I’m so turned on right now, my clit is now begging for attention, throbbing so fiercely that if Gabe were here, I’d explode from just one touch from him.
“Let me see, Layla,” he says, his voice low and growly, his arm moving in and out of the screen. I can tell he’s just as turned on as I am and he’s decided to follow along from his hotel room.
Stopping momentarily, I reposition my phone, so he can see what I’m doing. There’s still a little bit of water in the tub, and every time I touch myself, it sloshes quietly. Back on the task at hand, I place my slick fingers over my clit and rub.
“That’s a good girl. Rub your clit.”
I rub it until I’m about to climax. Then his next words stop me. “Use your fingers to fuck yourself, pretending that it’s me.”
Closing my eyes, I push two fingers inside and oh, god, I’m so close to orgasm.
Working my fingers in and out, I bring myself to the peak.
Almost there, I press the pad of my thumb against my clit and BOOM, I detonate.
My legs spasm as my pussy gushes from my release.
“Gabe!” I wail, my pussy clamping down on my fingers, my climax running through me.
Blood is rushing through my head, but I’m still able to hear Gabe on the screen, pleasuring himself.
Flicking my eyes open, I focus on my phone.
And just as he grunts, his eyes squeeze close.
“Layla!” he groans, panting, his abs clenching with his release.
And not two seconds later, I see a squirt of cum erupt from the head of his dick, dripping from between his fingers.
God, the man is sexy. Especially when he orgasms.
Once we each catch our breath, we finally gain the ability to speak.
“Fuck, woman. That was…”
“Hot.”
“Scorching,” Gabe says as he wipes himself clean with a towel.
I nod. I feel boneless. The perfect way to end the night.
“Layla?”
“Hmmm?”
“Take me to bed with you.”
I smile as I stand up, my legs wobbly. Grabbing a towel, I wrap myself up and head to bed, taking Gabe with me.
“Is it too soon to say I miss you?”
“No,” I whisper. “I miss you, too.” And with those words, I drift to sleep.