Chapter 10
LAYLA
I miss Gabe more than I thought I would.
And, lucky for us, I have a business trip in the same city he’s playing in tomorrow night.
I think it’ll be a sweet little treat that we both could use right now.
We’ve both been busy; me with a new startup and him on the road for postseason, which may or may not lead to a world series appearance.
It’s busy and chaotic. But it’s us. We met on the fly and now we see each other on the fly. It’s just the way it is.
Layla: Care for some company tomorrow night?
Gabe: With you? Always! What did you have in mind?
Layla: It just so happens that I’m in town for a business meeting. My night is open.
Gabe: Here? Fuck woman, that’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. It’ll be late when I get back. Wait for me?
Layla: I don’t care. I just want to see you.
Gabe: I’ll leave you a key at the front desk.
Layla: Perfect.
Gabe:
Layla:
Gabe:
Layla: See you tomorrow night, handsome.
Gabe: Can’t wait, beautiful.
Layla:
Gabe
We lost by one point tonight. I feel like I’ve been kicked in the gut.
And I fucking hate the feeling. By now, I should know how to handle the end of a season, but it never gets any easier.
The men gave it their all, but it wasn’t enough.
Stings like hell. Not only for the players, but for the entire organization.
Hell, even the fans are bummed. But it’s part of playing the game.
On the way back to the hotel, the mood on the bus is somber and quiet.
I think all the players are just ruminating over tonight’s game.
What went wrong and what they could have done better.
We’ve all been there. If you let this shit get inside your head, you’ll never be able to effectively play the game.
My best advice to anyone who feels the sting of the loss and end of another season: come to terms with it and know that there is always next season.
Exiting the team bus, players file into the hotel lobby, their spirits a tad bit broken.
Hopefully the sting will lessen and they’ll go home to their families, proud they made it as far into the postseason as they did.
They should be proud of that. A fact that I reiterated in the locker room postgame.
I just hope they took it to heart. Sloughing it off, I head to my room. Layla is waiting for me.
“Hello, handsome,” Layla purrs, a glass of Pinot Noir in her hand.
I drop my bag to the floor and go to her. She’s almost as tall as me in her heels. “Mmm, beauty, you taste good,” I growl after sealing my lips to hers.
“Oh?” she murmurs, coquettishly, batting her eyelashes at me, her lips puffy from my kiss.
“Mmmhmm,” I murmur against her neck, my lips on her soft skin as I unbutton her blouse.
Kissing down her neck, I place kisses on her collarbone, too.
Pushing the fabric of her blouse aside, I revel in the black lace lovingly cupping her tits.
Placing a kiss on the slope of each breast, I lick each one, Layla trembling in my arms. She pushes her pelvis against me, seeking relief.
I know she can feel how hard I am. “Patience, woman,” I whisper, dropping to my knees.
I trail kisses down her tummy, then push up her skirt. She sways on her feet.
“Gabe,” she whimpers, as I expose the lace of her panties.
I breathe in her arousal. She smells fucking divine.
Spanning her waist with my hands, I use my thumbs and rub the space between the top of her black lace panties and her belly button.
I glance up at her and her pupils are dilated, her nipples hard peaks.
I want a taste of her hard nipples, but I wanted to taste her sweet pussy more.
Giving a kiss to the space between my thumbs, I move south, kissing her dripping core through the fabric of her panties.
“Gabe,” she moans, her legs unsteady.
Wanting a preview, I lick the lace of her panties and I’m rewarded when her flavor explodes over my tongue.
She shivers, her hands on my shoulders. I’m nowhere close to being done; I’m just getting started.
Hooking my thumbs into the sides of her panties, I lower them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles.
Her arousal wafts around us, and I can’t wait any longer.
Pushing her legs apart, she opens to me, her clit swollen and needy.
Using my thumb, I rub her pink nub and her legs shake, her arousal glistening on her thighs.
“Gabe!” she whines, her hands tugging at my hair.
I smirk. It’s time for a taste. Using just the tip of my tongue, I bump her clit, teasing her.
She shudders, her arousal liberally leaking out of her.
“I need a little taste,” I say against her, my words muffled by her thighs.
Pushing closer, I lick up some of her cream.
She tastes heavenly and I swallow it down, my scruff covered in her pussy juice.
But I don’t care. Using the flat part of my tongue, I tease her clit and she jolts, growing unsteady on her feet.
Lifting my arousal-covered face, I remove her heels and have her step out of her sopping wet panties, tossing both aside.
Her pussy, now bare before me, calls to me. Diving back between her legs, I eat her like a starving man. And it shows. One moment I’m eating her pussy, the next she’s tightening her fingers in my hair as she climaxes.
“I’m coming!” she screams, her legs shaking as her pussy tightens, her release coating the scruff of my beard.
I drink down her release, a smirk on my face. “That’s my girl.”
Getting to my feet, I look into her eyes.
Her pupils are blown and her chest is rising and falling in shallow little bursts.
And that’s just one. There are more where that came from.
I take her lips again, so she can taste herself.
Her eyes flit open and she grasps my shoulders, her arms around my neck.
“That’s how good you taste,” I murmur against her lips. “Now, let’s get you out of these clothes.”
Quickly and efficiently, I strip Layla out of her skirt and blouse, leaving her in just her sexy black lace bra.
While I love it and it makes her look incredible, it needs to go.
I’m ready to suck her sweet nipples. Stepping up behind her, I unclasp her bra and push it off her shoulders.
It’s like unwrapping my favorite gift. Layla stands naked before me and I haven’t seen a more beautiful sight.
Taking her lips again, I palm her full breasts, paying special attention to the stiff peaks. She trembles in my arms.
“Gabe, you’re overdressed,” she mutters, highly aroused.
She’s right. But I want a taste of her nipples first. Bending her back just a bit, I suck a nipple into my mouth and she shifts her legs together, trying to stem the ache between her thighs. I lave her nipples, licking and sucking at each one.
“Get on the bed,” I command, my hands practically ripping open my shirt. Once I’ve rid myself of it, I unbuckle my belt and pants, pushing them down and off, along with my boxer briefs. Highly aroused, my dick is hard and juts out from my carved abdomen.
Layla now lays on the bed, legs spread. She licks her lips and zeroes in on my dick. The woman is such a tease. I stroke myself a couple of times, drawing out some precum just for her. Getting on the bed, I crawl over her, my dick in my hand. “Open up.”
She parts her lips and I feed her my dick.
She sucks me inside and licks off all my precum, cleaning my dick.
I have to clench my abs as I try not to come down her throat.
As much as I’d love that, I’m not coming in her mouth.
I’m coming in that sweet pussy of hers while she grips me, her body one with mine.
“Enough,” I rumble lowly, dragging my hard dick from her mouth. Catching a glimpse of the bottle of wine on the nightstand, I snag it and take a drink. Gulping that down, I then tip the bottle over her, splashing wine over her tits.
“Gabe!” she barks, the cool liquid making her nipples pebble even more. She tries to clamp her thighs together, but she can’t, as I’m on my knees between them.
I smirk, then promptly suck a nipple into my mouth, tasting the rich liquid.
The wine, combined with her taste, heightens my arousal.
My dick is positively throbbing right now.
Sucking her other nipple into my mouth, I lick off the wine until her tits are clean.
Slowly tipping the bottle over her belly, I drip wine over her curves, licking it off.
“Please!” she whines softly.
I discard the bottle and grab my belt. “Trust me?”
“Yes,” she replies, her voice husky.
“Arms out.”
She holds her arms out and I push them together. Using my belt, I tie her wrists together.
“Okay?” I ask, just to be sure.
She nods, fire in her eyes. “I need the words, Layla.”
“Yes, it’s okay. Sir.” Fuck me.
My dick, now throbbing relentlessly, demands relief. “Get on your knees.”
I flip her over and she gets to her knees.
“Hold the headboard and spread your legs.” She grasps the headboard and spreads her legs, revealing her juicy pussy to me.
Guiding the head of my dick to her pussy entrance, I thrust deep inside.
“Gabe!” she grunts, my dick stuffed deep inside her body.
“Layla!” I groan at the same time. Fuck, she feels good. After the day I’ve had, this is what I needed.
Pulling out, I thrust back in and fuck her relentlessly.
I know she likes it hard and deep, so this is perfect for us.
All too soon, her pussy flutters around me and I know she’s getting close.
Snaking a hand around her waist, I seek out her hard clit.
Finding it, I pinch it as I thrust and she explodes like a grenade, her pussy tightening around me.
“I’m coming!” she wails, her climax overtaking her.
I’m not far behind. I pump once, then twice and come, shooting my load. I thrust a few more times, prolonging both our pleasure, then it’s too much. My legs are weak, so I pull her into my arms and fall to my back, her on top of my chest.
“Gabe,” she breathes, her hands still bound by my belt.
“Let me get that off you,” I tell her, reaching for the belt. Unstrapping it from around her wrists, I toss it off the bed. Taking her wrists in my hands, I soothe the skin with a gentle sweep of my thumbs.
Pulling her into my arms, I tuck her cheek under my chin. We lay there, both quiet. I want to talk to her, but I’m simply too tired to talk right now. Closing my eyes, I fall asleep.
Layla
Wow. Gabe just took it up a notch. Or should I say several notches.
I’m not sure if he’s always been like this in the sack or if I’m just the one to bring it out in him.
Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’m just happy I’m on the receiving end of his kinkiness.
Each time just keeps getting better and better.
Sleepy from the wine I drank and the orgasms Gabe gave me, I snuggle into his arms and close my eyes.
Gabe
I wake up to a tickle on my pec. Opening my eyes, I see Layla, her finger drawing circles around my nipple. Naughty woman.
“I’m gonna need more time,” I say with a low chuckle. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
She nods and snuggles into me instead, laying her cheek on my chest.
“I can hear your heart,” she says softly.
“I’m sure you can. It beats just for you.”
Instantly, she pushes herself up. “That is the sweetest thing a man has ever said to me.”
I blush a little. I can’t help it. I like making Layla happy. And, come to think of it, my ex and I were never like this together. We were so busy with work, life, and the kids, we never made time for each other. I like when Layla and I are together. It’s new and exciting. And genuine.
Layla grabs my hand and places my palm over her heart. I can feel the steady thump thump thump.
“You can feel my heart beating for you.”
Fuck, Layla is so damn sweet. “Layla,” I say, my throat getting thick.
Cupping her cheek, I lay my forehead against hers, basking in her sweetness. But, the issue of what comes next is still very much in the back of my mind. Is it too soon to ask about what comes next?
“Layla, can we talk?” I say, keeping my tone light. I don’t want her to get the wrong impression.
“Of course,” she replies, settling back against the pillows.
“As you probably know, we lost tonight.”
She nods and bites her lip just a little bit.
“And with that comes changes. The season is over.”
“Okay.”
“Which means I have to go back to Blue Valley, but then…”
Her face falls.
I give her a big smile, then haul her onto my lap. “But then that means I’m coming home to Chicago in a week or so. And we can finally be together.”
It takes her a moment, then it finally sinks in. We’ll finally be together in the same city.
“Oh, Gabe!” she happily cries, her booty grinding into my lap.
“But, there’s a few things we should discuss first.”
“Like?”
“Like my kids. My ex. That kind of stuff.”
“Okay. Do your kids stay with you during the offseason?”
“They don’t, because it disrupts their school schedule. But they do drop by quite a bit.”
“That shouldn’t be an issue. What do you think?”
“It shouldn’t be. You’ll probably cross paths with them eventually. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there, okay?” I tell her. “I just want to enjoy some time off and spend more time with you.”
“I’d like that.”
“Good. Now where were we?” I quip, spreading her over my lap. She sinks onto me, my shaft buried deep. We spend the next hour making slow and sweet love. I can’t wait to head back to Chicago and move to the next stage of our relationship.