TakeMeattheBallgame (2 page)

He didn’t have time to mull it over, though, as he got
sucked into the action as the home team struggled to maintain their lead. He’d
recently done a feature piece on one of their rookie pitchers and from the
looks of the bullpen, he was coming in to relieve the starter. JT sat forward
in anticipation. Even as a jaded sports reporter, he still loved the game.

The pitcher, Bryce, sauntered out of the bullpen to the
strains of
Wild Thing
, and he had to appreciate the sense of humor of
the PA announcing staff. He didn’t have the control problems the famed Charlie
Sheen character in
Major League
did, but the rest of it? Spot on, right
down to the odd haircut, which the kid had told JT he’d gotten in honor of the
character, his favorite one in a movie. JT shook his head, chuckling. If
management could tame this kid’s partying, he’d be a force in the majors in a
year or two.

“He’s something, isn’t he?” a voice whispered in his ear. He
jumped about a foot, banging his knee on the desk in front of him. He swiveled
in his chair and saw Sydney regarding him with an impish smile.

“You scared the hell outta me!”

“Skittish much?”

“Concentrating on the game.”

“Ah.” Her smile said she didn’t believe him.

“I
am
working here,” he felt compelled to point out.

“So I see.” She grinned and flounced away. He could swear
she was putting extra little swishes of the hip into her walk and couldn’t help
but think they were for his benefit.

Vixen…

Returning his attention to the game, he jotted a few more
notes below the article he’d started about the game. But for the rest of the
night, even though he absolutely refused to acknowledge he was keeping watch
for her, he kept an eye trained on her movement around the room as she chatted
and laughed with other team staffers and media people. He considered
hightailing it out of there as soon as the game ended to show her that she
didn’t affect him, but he was a weak man. If there was a possibility a repeat
of the past two home games happened, his butt wasn’t moving from his chair.

JT was pretty sure that didn’t say anything good about him.
He was equally as sure he didn’t care.

The game ended and he kept typing. Deadline was in a half
hour and he’d get his piece in on time, but barely. He hoped the sports editor,
Ryan, wasn’t going to kick his ass for cutting his deadlines so close these
days. He’d just hit “send” when a hand snaked around his waist, lightly
gripping his balls.

“Do you need something?” Sydney’s smooth voice gave him all
kinds of ideas about how to make it hoarse instead.

He was afraid to move. Hell, he was afraid to breathe.
Still, he managed to answer, “You know it.”

She pushed his chair until he faced away from the field and
he glanced around quickly.

“No one’s here. But don’t make me wait next time, huh?”

“Uh, okay.” Immediately she knelt and began to unbuckle his
belt. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Wait! Dammit, wait…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t… I can’t keep taking advantage of you like this.”
Even though it wasn’t exactly as if he’d tackled her and forced her to suck his
dick, he still felt like an asshole of the lowest order.

“How is this taking advantage of me?”

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. She really was
fucking gorgeous. What the hell was she doing with the likes of him? “I should
at least offer to reciprocate.”

Sydney laughed. “Is this your way of asking if you can fuck
me?”

“Uh, if that’s what you want. Or I could, I dunno, go down
on you or something.”

Could I be any less cool? Didn’t I used to be good at
this?

“If you wanted to lick my pussy all you had to do was ask.”
Sydney spun him again and hopped up on the little table next to his laptop. She
spread her legs and grinned. “Ready whenever you are.”

“You’re something else.” Dropping to his knees in front of
her, he reached up under her skirt and found only a skimpy thong. Groaning, he
said, “It’s a good thing I didn’t know all this time your little ass was
uncovered. I would’ve been walking around with a constant hard-on.” He slid the
tiny garment down her legs and shoved it in his pants pocket.

“No panty lines.”

“Right. I’m sure that’s why you wear them.” Grasping her
hips, he pulled her ass to the edge of the table. “Lean back.”

She leaned against the glass in the front of the press box
and he vaguely wondered what it would look like to someone standing out on the
field, but when she hiked her skirt up, exposing her pink, clean-shaven pussy
to him, all rational thought flew out of his head. “You shave. I fucking love
that.”

Sydney giggled. “Not hard to make you happy, huh?”

JT slid his hands up her shapely thighs and used his thumbs
to part her pussy lips. She sat obediently and let him look his fill before he
leaned in and licked. Sydney gasped and a gush of self-satisfaction tore
through him. Maybe an old dog did know some tricks…

He pushed that tight polo shirt that had been torturing him
for weeks up over her small tits, revealing a cute little bra with pink polka
dots. As if he didn’t already feel like a sick old fuck for touching her in the
first place…

She must’ve sensed his hesitation, because she grabbed his
forearms and brought his hands up to cover her breasts. “I like having them
touched.” She paused and a furrow appeared between her brows. “I’m no virgin,
JT.”

“I-I know…”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I’m more than twice your age. I feel like a sick old man.”

“Yeah, you’re older than me—so what? We both want this.”

“Yeah, we do.” A bead of sweat worked its way down the back
of his neck.

“Then let’s not worry about it.”

He blew out a puff of air through his nose. “Okay.” Deciding
to take her advice, he pulled her bra cups down to expose her tits and leaned
over, taking one in his mouth. He loved breasts. There was nothing bad about
them—they were made for both a woman’s and a man’s pleasure. He took her entire
breast into his mouth and pushed it between his tongue and the roof of his
mouth, sucking hard. Sydney arched her back and grabbed his hair. “Uh-uh,” he
admonished her, gently removing her hands and placing them on either side of
her, palms down. “Keep them there.” She let out a little whimper and he smiled.
It was pretty likely no one had taken the lead during sex with her before.
Returning to his task, he swept two fingers through her folds, wetting them
with her juices before plunging them into her pussy.

“JT!” She began to chant his name as he pumped his fingers
in and out of her tight pussy and continued to suck on her nipples. “I’m close,
oh God…”

Another rush of satisfaction flowed over him as she began to
come. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers and the scent of her arousal wafted
up to him, only inflaming his desire more.

When she started to calm down, he said, “I brought a
condom.” He felt kind of stupid asking about every little thing he did, but
this was all new territory for him. He wasn’t sure what she wanted or expected
from him.

“Let’s save it.” Tension rolled through his body as she
climbed down and knelt in front of him again. “I want to suck you.”

“Far be it for me to refuse.” She chuckled and undid his
button and then the zipper, lowering it so slowly he heard every set of teeth
as they released. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Just having a little fun. This is fun, right?”

“Fucking-A yes.”

“Good.” She pulled his cock out of his briefs and began
slow, torturous slides up and down his length. He growled and she sent him a
naughty smile before taking him right down to the root.

“Fuck!”

She pulled off him and sat back a little, and it was all he
could do not to grab her and force her back down on his aching cock. “I thought
you were pretty much on board with this by now.”

“Oh, I’m totally on board.”

“Then let me do my thing.”

He gestured to his groin. “Go for it.”

She wrapped her hand around his shaft and pushed him into
her mouth until her lips met her fingers, then pulled back up. Sydney set up a
steady rhythm of sucking as he fought to keep his sanity. He’d been jacked-up
for so long tonight that he didn’t last long.

“Mmmmm…”

He’d never met a woman who seemed to enjoy the taste of cum
more than Sydney. Marveling at her, he removed his softening dick from her
mouth and buttoned up. “Why are you doing this?” He’d blurted the question
before considering the possible ramifications and wanted to knock himself
upside the head.

“Doing what?” She had gained her feet again and put her
hands on her hips.

He motioned between them. “This.”

I’m such a fucking moron. I should know better than to
look a gift blow in the mouth.

Sydney shrugged. “I like men. I like sex.”

“And that’s it?”

“That’s it. Why does it have to be more complicated than
that?”

“It doesn’t.”

“Okay.” She nodded and he guessed the conversation was
closed. “See ya next game.” She swept out the door and he shook his head. He
would never understand women…