Chapter 13 #2
“You said you’d be fucking me,” I whispered on a moan, vaguely aware that the inning was ending, that the noise in the stadium signaled a fresh round of cheers.
He brought his hand to my chin, lifted it up, forcing me to open my eyes and look at him. “Do you think I’m a man of my word?”
I nodded, breathless.
“I am,” he said, staring at me with hunger and unabashed lust. “Now, do you want me to keep my promise?”
“I do,” I said instantly, my voice breathy. “I swear I do. I swear I need you right now.”
“I need you so much, and I’m completely sorry I didn’t send you a picture last night.
I hope you can let me show you how sorry I am,” he said, taking my hand and guiding me to one of the vegan leather chairs that overlooked the glass windows in the skybox.
It was the top of the ninth now. The other team was at bat.
Nate sank down into the chair, unzipped his pants, and slid them down to his knees.
His beautifully erect cock greeted me, snapping to attention against his flat stomach.
My mouth watered as I stared at him. I couldn’t stop looking. He was so fucking beautiful.
“Come here,” he whispered, as he held out his hands for me.
I was about to straddle him, when he stopped me to dip his thumbs into my panties and skim them down my legs.
I helped him when they reached my sneakers, tugging them over my Converse and tucking them into the back pocket of my jean skirt.
I was thinking ahead to when I’d need them again as we walked out of here.
Then I stopped thinking ahead when he dipped a hand into his pocket and produced a condom.
Perhaps the condom was the line in the sand.
Perhaps it was the symbol of the before and after.
Or perhaps it was simply the means to the end.
That end was something I desperately wanted.
I straddled him, legs on either side of his strong thighs as he rolled it on his hard, steely length.
He brought a hand through my hair, lacing his fingers into my blond strands, then whispering, “Come closer, Casey.”
I reached for him, rubbing the head of his dick against my slick flesh. The feel of him was astonishing. The wild thrill that charged through my body from the very first touch of him, of his hardness against my heat, was a mere sign of what was to come.
“All the way now.”
I moaned as I lowered myself onto him. My natural reaction was to close my eyes because the pleasure was so intense. But I fought the instinct, because I wanted to watch him and witness the look in his eyes change from hunger to passion.
I swore I saw something else there too. Something deeper, a longing for more. Something I was afraid to name. But something that touched my heart, and made me want to be closer. Even closer.
I settled onto him, savoring the feel of him all the way inside me.
With his hands on my hips, he began moving.
Slowly, taking his time, he guided me up and down his shaft.
I shuddered all over as pleasure ignited in me, like the start of bright fireworks that only grow more brilliant until they light up the sky.
Hot tingles raced across my skin. I roped my hands around his neck, then up into his hair.
He leaned his head back against my hands, groaning deeply.
His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust into me, penetrating me to my very depths.
Here at Comet Stadium, in front of fifty-thousand people who didn’t have a clue what was happening in one of the luxury suites, I took him and he took me.
We took each other. Because nothing about our connection felt like role-playing, or a game, or submission.
Control was not given or taken. There were no power plays.
There was only him holding tightly to my hips, drawing me up on his long, hard cock, then lowering me back down to fill me completely, touching me so far inside that I knew it wouldn’t take long.
There was only me, loving every second of the way he felt.
Right now, the only roles we were “playing” were of lovers, coming together for the first time. The only thing that existed between us was a deep and dark desire to be consumed by each other.
As he grasped me harder, moving faster, he dipped his head to my neck, kissing me. He was always kissing me. He mapped a path to my ear and whispered, “Tell me, Casey. Tell me who your jealous lover is.”
“You are, Nate,” I said in between breaths, as the ripples of pleasure slammed into me and I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut because the feelings were too intense to take.
“Tell me who’s about to make you come,” he growled into my ear.
“You are,” I said as he drove into me, his cock filling me to the hilt.
“Do you have any idea how much I wanted to be with you today?” he said, and his voice was stripped bare. I looked into his eyes, and he was gazing at me as if I was a marvel to him.
I shook my head. “How much?”
“You were all I thought of,” he said, his breathing wildly erratic.
He was narrowing in on the apex of pleasure too.
Watching him near the edge flipped a switch in my body.
I went from grasping for the sweet release there in the distance to feeling the start of it, deep inside me, in my belly, in my bones, in all the distant corners of my body and far into my mind.
He was taking me there and there was no turning back from this intensity.
I dropped my mouth to his lips and kissed him relentlessly as I rode him to the edge of pleasure.
“Say my name,” he commanded, breaking the kiss, his voice rough and needy and so damn hungry for me.
“Nate,” I moaned, as he gripped my hips.
“Say it again. Tell me who’s fucking you.”
“You are, Nate. You’re fucking me. You’re touching me.
You’re making me feel this way. You,” I said, grasping his shoulders to hold onto as I rocked wildly against his cock, as wave after endless wave rocketed through me, electric desire sweeping across every cell in my body and bathing my brain in endless bliss.
He chased me there, thrusting powerfully once more into me, his hands digging into my hair, gripping my head as he groaned and grunted, and then called out my name as he came.
Minutes later I was still wrapped around him, not wanting to let go, when I became aware of the white noise of cheers and claps from behind the glass.
I tensed for a moment, thinking, even though it was ludicrous, that everyone at the ballpark was aware of what we had done.
But when I craned my neck and looked out the window I simply saw that the game had ended and the Comets had won.
I turned back to Nate and the look in his eyes was one I hadn’t seen before.
I couldn’t pinpoint what that emotion was exactly. But it matched the way he’d looked at me earlier, when I’d first sunk down on him. I feathered my hand against his chest, wishing I could capture that emotion, study it, and know what to do with it.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hi.”
“I’m glad you came back.”
“Me too. How was it?” he asked, gesturing from him to me.
“Are you really asking me?” I tilted my head to the side. “Wasn’t it obvious?”
He nodded and smiled broadly, a big satisfied grin on his gorgeous face. “It was obvious. I still want to hear it from you.”
I dropped a quick kiss on his lips. “It was amazing. You’re going to ruin me for anyone else.”
“Good.”
“No! It’s terrible,” I said jokingly. But I wasn’t entirely joking when I added, softly, “No one will compare to you.”
“Again, that’s good.”
I laced my fingers through his hair, watching him as he relaxed into the softness of my touch, and the sweet unwinding from the intensity of our coming together. “You were really good with the whole jealous lover act,” I said.
He raised an eyebrow. “I was?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I believed it.”
“You did?” He furrowed his brow at first, then understanding dawned and he slowly nodded.
“You seemed so jealous,” I said, trying my best to make it self-evident in my tone that we were talking around the truth without having to fully admit anything. I hoped he understood all that I meant.
“What if I really was that jealous?”
“I like that too. I liked that you felt that way.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I felt that way too. Last night I was convinced you were in a club in Miami and some beautiful woman was all over you.”
He laughed and threw his head back. “Nope. Nope. And nope. But I love that you hated the image.”
“I hated it so much,” I said like a hiss.
“Maybe then,” he said slowly, and seemed to be taking his time forming an idea.
“Maybe what?”
“Maybe it can be just us for now?”
“It better be just us,” I said pointedly and swatted his arm.
He pretended it hurt. “Ouch.”
“I mean it. I don’t want you with anyone else while we’re doing this. I suppose we should have set the ground rules already, but this is all new to me. There’s no way I’d sleep with anyone else. And you better not either.”
“I’m not. I wouldn’t. I swear.”
I held up my hand, palm facing him. “Swear.”
He clasped my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “I swear, Casey, you’re the only one.”