CHAPTER 25 DANNY
When I know she’s in Chicago for a few days, I arrange to send her favorite kind of donuts to her hotel room. She texts me a photo immediately with her huge smile as she holds up a chocolate long john.
When she knows I’ve got home games for a few days, my doorbell rings with a bacon delivery one Thursday morning. I text her a photo with a huge smile as I hold up a few pieces.
It’s these little things that mean so much, and I find myself becoming more and more attached to her. More addicted to seeing a text come through from her. More hungry for a photo of her, or another kiss, or just an embrace or her touch.
And the burning, building need to have her naked in my bed runs rampant through me. No amount of palming my own cock as I whisper her name on a plea while I come is enough to satisfy that deep, dark thirst.
We roll on through the season. We win some. We lose some. I look forward to the break in July for the All-Star Games that’ll last a grand total of three days.
I’d been planning on flying out to Florida to attend Alexis’s concert there during the All-Star break. I don’t get that choice since I’m voted in by fans to play, so I don’t get a break at all.
Alexis and I text daily, and we talk a few times a week. In many ways, I feel like she’s turning into my best friend.
She’s the first person I text when I get up in the morning or when I have good news.
She’s the last person I text at night when I say goodnight.
I talk to her more than I talk to my mom or my sister, and we talk about things that I would never dare bring up with my teammates.
Except maybe for Cooper—but I opt not to. He’s busy with his girl, who happens to be pregnant, so I keep whatever this is with Alexis to myself.
But it’s something.
It’s definitely…something.
I’ve started opting out of going out with my buddies, citing exhaustion as my reason. The days get long, and I needed the All-Star break just for something different. Instead, everything was the same as I stood on the base that has become a second home to me no matter what ballpark I’m playing in.
Mid-July finds me missing her and wishing I could drop everything and meet her wherever she is to give her the proper fuck she deserves.
Instead, I settle for something else as things between us turn a little sexual one night while we’re texting each other.
Me: Have you ever sent a sext?
Carrie: You mean like a dirty picture?
Me: That’s exactly what I mean.
Carrie: OMG NO! I can’t! What if it somehow got out? I can’t risk that.
Me: That’s why you don’t show your face. You just send body parts, and nobody has to know who they belong to.
Carrie: Are you saying you’ve done this before?
Me: Do you really want me to answer that?
We’ve tended to avoid bringing up other relationships. All I know is that she’s never slept with Brooks and she’s admitted she doesn’t have a ton of experience.
I’d love to give her some new experiences, that’s for damn sure.
Carrie: So the answer is yes, then.
Me: We’re getting off track here. I just think it might be…fun…to try something different. Something new.
Carrie: I’m more likely to call you and have phone sex than send you a dirty picture.
I’ve barely registered the words before I’m dialing her number.
“What are you doing?” she hisses when she answers, and I can’t help my laugh.
“You said you’re traveling and Brooks is sleeping,” I point out. “Let’s have phone sex.”
“Oh my God! I can’t believe you called me for actual phone sex!” she squeals, but it’s soft, and it’s clear she’s more concerned about the embarrassment than the act itself.
“If you don’t want to, then we won’t. But if you’re interested and you’ve just never done it before, I’d be happy to walk you through it,” I offer.
She clears her throat. “Walk me through it? What, exactly, does that mean?”
“It means…I coach you. I tell you what to do. I tell you what I’m doing. We listen to each other as we each pleasure ourselves, and we both hang up satisfied.”
“And by satisfied, you mean…” she trails off.
“I mean I’m going to tell you where to touch yourself and you’re going to do it until you come.”
She lets out a soft little moan that speaks directly to my already very hard cock.
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask.
“No, I’m nervous as hell.”
I laugh. “I meant more in the physical sense.”
“Oh! Yes. I’m lying on my bed, leaning back against my pillows. I have my AirPods in so your voice is in stereo in my head.”
“So both your hands are free,” I say, and she makes an mm-hm hum of agreement. “Mine are, too. What are you wearing?”
“I’m ready for bed, so I’m lying here in a tank top and shorts.”
Jesus. I picture that in my head. Alexis Bodega in a tight white tank top that I can see her nipples through paired with the shortest shorts known to man.
It’s probably not what she’s actually wearing, but that’s half the fun of phone sex—you can picture whatever the fuck you want.
“Slide your hands under the tank top and slowly move up your stomach until you reach the underside of your tits.”
“Do I have to tell you when I’ve done it?” she asks tentatively.
“Talk me through it.”
“Okay. But hang on a second.”
I hear some shuffling and moving around. The squeak of a bed and something else.
“I took two shots of vodka for liquid courage. Now my hands are moving up my stomach, and I feel the bottom of my boobs,” she says.
“Describe how they feel.”
“The skin is soft and warm, and the breasts are firm.”
I moan. “I wish I could feel them. Now slide your hands over them and massage them. Pretend like it’s me doing it.”
She moans a little.
“How do your nipples feel beneath your palms?”
“Tight. Hard.” Her moan is a little louder.
“I can’t wait until the day when I get to taste them. Taste you.”
“I want to taste you, too,” she says softly.
“I want to kiss you like we did in that hotel room, but I want us both to be naked. I want to lick your cock then suck it into my mouth and look up at you as our eyes meet, and I want to watch you tip back your head as you come harder than any other woman has ever made you come.”
“Jesus,” I croak. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
“I haven’t, but I know the way you make me feel when you say dirty things to me. I just wanted to see what it does when I say them to you.”
“It makes my cock ache for you, Lex,” I say softly, and I reach down into my shorts and pull it out.
I was planning to wait a while, to listen to her.
I can’t.
My balls are stiff already and if I didn’t pull it out, I might’ve come in my pants.
She makes me that fucking horny. This is unreal, this feeling. This need. This ache.
I start to pump my fist up and down my shaft as I listen to those moans.
“I was going to hold off, to make myself wait,” I say, and I hear the panting in my own tone already. “But I can’t. I need you, Lex. I need to come. Slide your hand down into those shorts and feel how wet your pussy is.”
I hear a soft moan.
“Oh, God,” she murmurs, and the sound is enough to make my balls tighten up.
Not yet. Baseball. Not yet. Baseball. Not yet. Baseball. My anti-come chant starts up in my mind, and I open my eyes and focus on the wall across from me to ward off the hot need to finish.
“It’s so wet, Danny,” she cries out.
“Push two fingers in and out, baby,” I croon, and my voice is hoarse and needy.
“What are you doing?” she asks, and it’s only then I realize how selfish I’m being.
“I’m stroking my cock as I listen to you touch yourself, and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my life. Pull those fingers out and touch your clit,” I demand.
“Oh God,” she shrieks, and either the vodka hit or she’s so far into this that she’s lost all care whether someone else can hear her.
Now that is hot as fuck, and it’s enough to push me over the edge.
“Oh fuck, Lex, fuck,” I grunt. “I’m coming. I’m coming so hard and it’s all because of you.” Semen jets out of my cock while I listen to those hot sounds in my ears.
“Ah!” she screams. “I’m coming, Danny!” She finishes off with a series of soft moans while she rides the wave, and I memorize every sound she makes as I hope we make time to do this again.
And soon.