Baseball Star Edition (The Seduction Game, #2) (3 page)

Wrapping my legs around him, I push him further into
me, begging, needing more and he complies. A low throaty moan passes his lips
and he places a finger back inside of me. The new sensation causes my legs to
tremble and my breathing becomes labored.

He rises up and plants a moist kiss firmly on my lips
before I’m ready for him to be finished. “Have you learned your lesson in
patience?”

I nod, “Yes.” I’m afraid if I tell him to keep going,
for fear that he will keep me restrained.

One quick tug and he’s removed my restraints allowing
me to touch him again. Now it’s my turn to make him pay. I sit up and pushed
him on his back and crawled back over him, letting the tips of my breast run
over his hips and chest. My fingers slid inside the elastic band of his
underwear and I pulled them down and from the base of his balls I lick upward
to the tip of his cock.

“No,” he says in a voice almost as firm as his
erection.
 

“You don’t like it?” My feelings are admittedly hurt.

I’ve never had anyone say no to oral sex before.

“No more, come here.” He pulls me on top of him and
teases my entrance with his erection.

“Do you have a condom?” I whisper in his ear. He
grunts and grabs my hips, holding me to him as he fumbles around in his bedside
table. His neck is so enticing that I have to nibble on the contracted muscles
as I rub him with my hand. I’m sure it’s making his task more difficult. I hear
a few items hit the floor before he produces the small foil square.

He pushes me back on the bed and enters me, hard. I
scream out, the feeling is intense, after all of the teasing while being
restrained, my nerves are on edge and my body is eager to accept him.

His large muscular arm wraps around my waist pulling
me into him, and him further into me. “Is this what you wanted?” he pants.

“God, yes. More,” I cry and finally get to rake my
nails down his large shoulders, over his back and I grab onto his buttocks.

A hiss passes through his lips, but I don’t care that
I’m being rough, he’s being rough with me and I love it.

I push him back, needing to be in more control and
straddle him, slowly at first, rolling my hips on top of
him,
I build momentum as I go. My Baseball Star’s head tilts back as his breathing
quickens. Our panting breaths keep rhythm with the motion of my hips. His large
hand roams over my breast and he pinches my nipple. I moan again and rock hard
against his throbbing erection.

“Yes baby, like that,” he murmurs and I oblige him,
harder and faster.

I am close now and can’t contain myself, my moans
grow louder and I burry my head into his neck to hopefully muffle some of the
noise. Acutely aware there is still someone in the next room.

“Oh God, baby you’re so wet,” he says, attempting
some dirty talk. It may not be the most original, but damn, it turns me on even
more nonetheless.

“You’re making me that way,” I pant.

“Just the way I like it,” My Baseball Star takes
control and places one hand on my stomach, the other on the small of my back
and he moves me over him at the speed he likes. Pressing down on my stomach, I
can somehow feel more of him inside of me and I lose control. I scream and grab
onto his arms for support as my orgasm washes over me.

He pulls out and lies me down on the bed, placing
soft kisses over my heated neck and chest. There is a vacant feeling between my
legs and I want him back inside.

“Turn over,” he demands as he grabs my hips and pulls
me back off the bed. I oblige him and get on my hands and knees, wiggling my
butt in a taunting manner.

I can feel him at my entrance and I sway my hips away
from him.

“Stop that,” he says, not impressed, and his hand
comes down hard on my backside.

“Yes,” I coo and back into him, letting him enter me
again.

He pushes my back down so my ass is further in the
air and smacks me again in the same
spot,
it stings,
but excites me at the same time. Every thrust goes deeper, and this new
position he’s placed me in allows him to hit new sensations in me. I have to
grab onto the edge of the bed for support.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I barely have a chance to get out my response
before he pulls my hips back against him.

When I begin to swivel my hips and push against him,
his grunts turn into full moans and soon after I feel his fingers dig into my
sides when his erection pulses as he comes.

I turn back around to face him and he cups my cheeks
in his hands and kisses me gently, letting his lips linger on mine. When he
pulls away, my lips tingle. He places another kiss on the back of my hand and
settles down next to me.

Slick with sweat from our exertion, we lay side by
side trying to steady our breathing. The pounding pulse in my veins slowly
subsides.

“I remember something about food in the kitchen, are
you interested in finding out what’s out there?” He asks after a few minutes of
silence.

“It smelled like pasta.” My hormonal needs satisfied,
my stomach grumbles indicating it’s time to pay attention to its needs.

He laughs, “Come on then, let’s grab something to
eat.”

I grab the closest article of clothing and slip it on
over my bare shoulders.
His blue button down shirt.
When I slip on my panties they slide back down my hips and land around my
ankles. I grimace. “Well, I guess these are no good anymore,” I say and toss
them into his
waste basket
. They have been stretched
out too far from being used as a restraint.

He laughs, a carefree sound, and pulls on his own,
unmolested underwear before moving toward the door.

No one is sitting in the living room when we emerge,
to my relief. His hand slips under my shirttail and rests on my bottom as he
guides me into the kitchen.

“It looks like you’re right, chicken
parmesan
.” He pulls the container of leftovers out of the
refrigerator and his eyebrows shoot up excited. I lean against the counter admiring
the view, as he prepares a plate of leftovers and places it in the microwave.

His back is wrapped in muscle, and just as defined as
his chest and arms. His chest is bulky from years of pitching, and covered with
a light dusting of hair, just enough to tickle a bit when he is pressed up
against my naked body.

My inner thigh becomes moist at the recent memory,
but the microwave beep pulls me out of my daydream.

He pulls out a heaping plate of pasta and gives it an
expert twirl on his fork before offering the bite to me. I giggle like a silly
schoolgirl and eagerly take the bite.

“
Mmm
, this is good, even
for leftovers. Someone really knows how to cook,” I say in between bites.

“That’s my roommate, he comes from an Italian family,
so I think it’s in his blood to keep us all fed.”

“All, how many roommates do you have?” My eyes dart
around the room, hoping no one else is here.

“Four, some of the guys have families so they have
their own homes, and some of us crash here.”

“Wow, five guys living here. I must confess I’m
impressed it’s clean.”

“Teams rules for the house, keeps us from becoming
slobs. I must confess, you’re a bit of an anomaly here, we should get you back
into hiding,” he says finishing off the last of the pasta. “We don’t see many
women here with our schedule. I’m afraid one of the other guys is gonna come
out and try to steal you away.”

“Not a chance,” I grin and wrap my arms around his
waist. “I’m all yours tonight.”

He grunts. “Me man, take woman back to cave.” With
that, I am swooped off my feet and he carries me over his shoulder back into
the room.

With a full belly and exhaustion setting in I quickly
drift off to sleep. The last thing I remember is my Baseball Star kissing my
forehead.

An obnoxious alarm wakes me from pleasant dreams, my
eyes shoot open and momentarily I forget where I am. The firm male back groping
around on the nightstand to turn off the alarm reminds me I’m still in the bed
with my Baseball Star.

Goal
accomplished
.

“Does this mean we have to get up now?” I groan and
run my hand across his shoulder. He turns to face me.

“No, but soon, I have to go to training, but you can
stay longer and sleep,” he suggests. It thrills me that he’s not making me leave
with him.

Lying on our side, facing each other, he runs a hand
up over my breast and back down my side, landing between my legs. I part them
giving him access, and his finger slides in testing.

“
Mmmm
, someone is still wet
for me,” he moans. His lips find mine in the dark and he pulls my leg over him,
positing
himself
at my entrance. Ever so slowly, he
enters me again, and even more slowly pulls back out.
 

My senses wake in an instant as he continues his
measured thrusts. After the vigorous, animalistic night we just had, it’s
painful, but in a good way, like getting a massage the day after a grueling
workout.

My breath starts to come in shallow rapid bursts and
I’m feeling more turned on by these slow motions, they allow me to feel
everything inside of me. The position on my side doesn’t permit much movement
and I need more of him. So I push him onto his back and begin to ride him,
keeping the slow pace. I let my hair fall in a curtain around his face,
concealing us inside. He reaches up to bring my face down to his and kisses me.
My lips part and he deepens the kiss. Before I know what’s going on, he’s
grabbed my hips and in a smooth motion, never disconnecting from me, has me on
my back. His pace picks up and I arch my back asking for more.

He buries his head in my neck, making his soft moans
reverberate through my core and it sends me over the edge rather quickly.

“I’m
gonna
come,” he groans
as I climax.

“Wait,” I cry, needing just a moment longer. He soon
pulls out and comes on my stomach before collapsing down next to me.

“Did we just do that together?” He questions.

“I think so,” I giggle,
then
my stomach turns cold as liquid slides down my side and I cringe. “But I need a
towel.”

“Hmm, well that’s very interesting,” He laughs and
grabs a shirt from the floor to wipe my stomach. “Do you want to join me in the
shower?” He asks; his soft eyes gaze down on me. “I have to leave, but I am
going to jump in and take a quick one.”

“That’d be nice,” I smile and prop up on an elbow
watching him, as he moves about the room and cracks the door open.

“Where are you bastards?” His booming voice echoes
through the hall, but there is no response. “Coast is clear, come on,” he jerks
his head toward the
hall,
his short hair stands awry,
and makes me laugh at the site.

I grab my discarded clothes, and after a quick peek
out the door, run after him into the bathroom.

The water is already running, and steam is billowing
out from over the top of the shower curtain. My skin prickles, the early
morning air is cold in Arizona, but the shower promises to warm me.

My Baseball Star steps in and I follow after placing
my clothes on the sink counter.

“Get warm,” he suggests as he steps aside so I can
stand under the shower stream.

“Thank you, oh that’s fantastic,” I tilt my head back
soaking my hair and lavishing in the hot water that runs over me. My Baseball
Star grabs me by the waist and steps under the stream with me, planting a firm
kiss on my lips that makes my knees go weak.

“Don’t you need to hurry and get to practice?” I ask
when he pulls away.

“Shit, I guess you’re right. I’m sorry.” His angular
lips pull down into a frown and he grabs the bottle of body wash.

After he’s lathered up he fills his hands with
another squirt of soap and runs his hands up over my arms and across my
breasts.

“Oh, this is nice also.” I hold my breath as he pulls
me close again with his hand on the back of my neck. I tilt my head up and meet
his lips eagerly. Our warm body’s
slide
effortlessly
against each other, slick with soap.
 

“I agree,” he says and smirks. “I wish I could stay-”

“But you have to get to practice,” I finish for him.

“Yes, time to take my punishment for leaving the
charity event early last night. Like I said, feel free to hang out for a while,
just lock the bottom lock when you leave.” He smacks my ass and rinses off in
a haste
before he steps out of the shower. Leaving me with a
few moments alone behind the curtain.

I take the time to wash the areas his hands missed.
When I step out of the shower he’s already dressed and brushing his teeth.

In a hurry, he gives me one final kiss. “I’m sorry I
have to run out like this,” he apologizes again.

That final hurried kiss will be the last thing I
remember of my Baseball Star. I take a moment to admire the view as he walks
out the door,
then
go back to dressing.

The display on my phone says it’s six thirty a.m. I sit
it back in my purse and curl back up in his bed. Sarah would forgive me for not
saying goodbye or telling her where I was going last night, but she would certainly
not forgive me if I woke her up this early to come get me.

I was not about to take a cab back to the hotel
either, wearing my little red dress from the night before. “Never let your
friend take a walk of shame,” it’s of our rules in the seduction game.
 

After a few hours rest, I get up and call Sarah.

“Hello?” She answers, her voice hoarse and laced with
sleep.

“Good morning, would you be interested in coming to
pick me up?”

“Where are you? What time is it?”