Home Run Baby: A Sports Romance (66 page)

“Please…”

John moves down, keeping a twinkling eye on me as he inches slowly towards my pussy again. He puckers his lips and blows a soft bit of cool air, striking my clit and I bite my tongue as pleasure soars through me. He laughs, watching me twitch on command and he blows on me again.

I arch my back and he lays his hands on me to hold me down. “Make me come, Johnny,” I beg.

“Oh, I will,” he whispers. “You can be sure of that.”

He kisses my wet lips, tonguing them softly while I struggle to breathe. I moan with each gentle lap, praying that he’ll make his way up but he slowly crawls down to penetrate me instead. I squirm on his tongue, feeling the strong muscle fuck me over and over until I start to tremble in my skin.

John closes his eyes and immerses himself in me, sucking and nibbling and moaning along with me. I feel everything he does; each quick swipe of his tongue towards my clit sends rockets through my body.

I run my fingers through his hair, urging him to put me out of my misery and he winks up at me.

Finally, his lips latch around my clit and climax surges through me, firing harder and harder with each firm suck he gives it.

“Johnny!”
I moan his name, just as he wanted me to, and he laughs at my domination.

He leaves the sensitive bud alone but keeps kissing me, sucking lightly on my folds as I come back down and my breathing settles. “Wow…” he whispers, staring at me as he leaves wet kisses along the freckles of my inner thigh.

Blood rushes to my cheeks. “What?”

“You look so beautiful when you come.”

I cover my red face with my hands. “Okay…”

“No, no…” He sits up and reaches for my wrists. “Don’t do that…” He forces my hands down and he smiles as he studies my face again. “Never do that.”

I bite my lip, overwhelmed and warm, as he descends me again. “What are you doing?” I chuckle.

“I want to see it again,” he says, lifting my knees over his shoulders.

“Johnny—
Oh!
”

He flicks his tongue against my swollen clit, varying the speed and firmness until my thighs start twitching around his head. I close my eyes, letting the ecstasy fill me up as he reads me like a damn book, touching and tasting me exactly where he needs to make me come all over again.

When I do, I feel him watching me, gazing into my face as the muscles contort and my lips tremble with moans and cries of pleasure.

“Goddamn…” he whispers, sliding my knees off his shoulders. “You’re fucking beautiful, Rose…”

He kisses up my body, fishing his hands beneath my top as he raises it over my head. I’m so numb already, I can barely feel his lips caress my skin but the blooms of pleasure they leave behind radiate down to my knees.

He buries his face in my cleavage and I reach for his shirt; as eager to experience his flesh as he is mine. He raises his arms and lets me tear it free and I chuckle as it ruffles his hair to the side. I kiss him, pulling him closer as he pulls my skirt off my waist.

I reach for his belt, feeling that firm bulge hidden beneath the zipper and my imagination goes wild. It’s such a sizable protrusion but there’s no way he’s as large as I’m imagining him to be.

I slide a hand inside and my jaw drops.

“What?” he smirks.

“Holy crap,” I say, wrapping my fingers around him. “You’re
huge.
”

“Thank you.”

I find myself stroking him as the scientist in me takes over but he doesn’t seem to mind at all. “Whoa…”

John laughs. “It’s okay. You finish what you’re doing. I can wait.”

I drop him and jut back.
“I’m sorry…”

He keeps his smile but tilts his head. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Oh, no!” I shake my head. “I just…
wow.
”

“Because I did wonder for a second there…”

“Nope.” I force a chuckle. “Not a virgin. Technically not a virgin.”

“Technically
not a virgin
?”

“I mean… I’ve done it,” I stammer. “… Once.”

He raises a brow. “Once?”

“Yeah, once.”

“Just once?”

I cringe and cover my face. “Is that bad?”

“No, Rose—” He laughs and grabs my hands to pull them down. “That’s not bad. No answer to that question is bad. Believe me.”

I feel the blush in my cheeks. “Wow, I
really
killed the moment, didn’t I?”

John reaches forward, easily grabbing me and lifting me off the sofa. “No,” he says, spinning around to sit us on the couch with me straddling his waist. “This moment is far from dead.”

He pulls me towards him and kisses me; his lips lulling me back in with soft and slow moves. His hands crawl behind my body, easily unhooking my bra like a goddamn professional, and he slides it off my shoulders.

I ease closer to him as he kisses my neck and my eyes peek down at the massive cock staring up at me from his groin.

“Rose…”

I snap my eyes back up. “Yes?”

John grins.
“Relax.”

“I’m relaxed. I’m
plenty
relaxed.”

He sighs and reaches beneath him, fingering into his back pocket to fish out a condom.

“What are you doing?” I ask him with wide eyes.

“I…” he pulls the rubber free of its package and slides it down his cock, “am not going to do anything.” He lays his hands on my hips and sits there. “Go ahead, Rose.”

I blink. “Go ahead and what?”

“I’m going to let you take full control of you, of me,” he smiles, “and that scary-looking cock.”

“It’s not
scary
,” I scoff.

“Angle of penetration, speed of stroke, depth of thrust
…
” He leans forward and steals another soft kiss from me. “It’s all you, Rose.”

I bite my lip. “You make it sound so science-y…”

“You’re the scientist, Ms. Hawthorne.
Experiment.
” He sits back and waits with that smirk plastered on his face.

Experiment
. It’s not the first word that comes to mind when I think of sex. On the other hand, that’s what you’re supposed to do with your college years. Try new things. Find out who you are and what you like. I didn’t really do that during my undergraduate education but that was all my fault, really. One bad experience shut all of that down and I spent most of those years with my head in a textbook instead.

I push up on my knees, inching a little closer to his cock as I take it in my hand. He exhales as I take hold of him and I see that look of desire in his eyes; that same look he gave me when he told me I was beautiful. As I move, I look at him, waiting for that moment of impatience to cross his face but it never does. He really is letting me take control.

I move his tip towards my entrance and I pause, feeling that large width against my tightness.

“Don’t worry, Rose,” he whispers, his lips brushing mine. “It’ll fit.”

I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling a rush of embarrassment as laughter tickles my throat. “Are you sure?”

He kisses me again. “Trust me.”

His lips fall to my neck, seducing me even more and I feel that rush of heat between us again.

I take it slow, gently lowering myself on him, and he grips my waist again to help me. His tip splits my folds, easily finding its way in me and I tighten as a stab of discomfort tingles my nerves.

“Relax…” he whispers again, letting out a quick groan.

I fill my lungs, soothing every muscle in my core, and he slips in a little more. The discomfort fades and I quiver as a long-dead instinct awakens in me. I lean forward to kiss him, tasting his warm breath as I dance on his tip, barely taking in more than an inch or two but we both moan with pleasure.

He sits still, letting me use him as I want, but his face tells me he likes it. “I want to make you come on this cock so bad, Rose…” he grunts.

“I think I might…” I laugh, relaxing even more as I slip down his shaft another inch. His fingers squeeze my sides, pleasure chipping away at him as my own body’s desires take hold of me.

I round my hips, experimenting until I find a spot that gets me moaning.

“There you go…” he smiles, studying my face.

I lay my forehead against his, breathing hard. “I want more.”

“Take it, Rose.”

I slide him deeper and I moan louder. We kiss, long and hard, as I ride him up and down. I’m sure I haven’t even taken him all the way yet. I’m not sure if I even can…

I let myself drop on him and I gasp with wide eyes.
“Fuck…”

“Don’t stop,” he begs, digging his fingers into me even harder. I feel his hips buck slightly. He’s holding himself back, fighting to let me stay in control but I can tell how badly he wants to ravage me completely.

I smile, staring into his tortured eyes. “Fuck me, Johnny.”

He raises a brow. “Yeah?”

“Make me come again,” I say. “I’m so close…”

“Lean back,” he says. “Put your hands on my knees.” I do as he says, arching my back and propping myself up on my hands. “Sway your hips, like this…” He guides me with his hands on my hips, angling his cock so it presses hard against my inner wall.

“Oh, god…”
I tremble more with every slow sway and he meets me with a hard thrust, easily pushing me towards the edge.

“You like it deep, don’t you, Rose?” he growls.

I nod my head, unable to speak.

“I’m going to make you come,” he continues, feeling up my body to cup my breasts, “but I won’t let you rest. I’m going to fuck you all night, Ms. Hawthorne. We’re just getting started.”

He slides a hand down and presses the tip of his thumb against my clit, taking me by surprise with a firm massage. I moan at the ceiling, barely breathing as he forces the orgasm on me. I feel his hand on my back, holding me up as my fingers slip off his knees. He embraces me against him and I cling to his wide shoulders as my entire body turns to jelly.

“Now…” he whispers in my ear. “Where’s the bedroom?”

I lift a quivering finger and point down the hall.

Chapter 11

John

Rose laughs and, for a moment, it’s like the world stops turning.

Everything pauses; from the wind in the trees outside to the beating heart in my chest. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before and I’m honestly terrified that I’ll never feel it ever again.

“What?” she asks.

I blink from my place on her bed. “Nothing,” I say, staring over at her with my head held up by my hand. “Just catching my breath.”

She chuckles and adjusts the pillow beneath her chin.

I scan the room for the first time, taking in the details of her living space. She lives alone, that much is obvious. I doubt we would have fucked so rambunctiously with the door open if she was scared of a roommate barging in at any moment.

My eyes land on a photograph on her bedside table. It’s a novelty frame with large footballs on each corner. The photo itself is of her and a girl that looks exactly like her standing together at a stadium surrounded by red and orange colors.

“What’s that?” I ask, pointing at it.

She cranes her neck to look behind her. “The picture?”

“Yeah.”

She grabs it and hands it over to me with a smile. “That’s me and my sister at Arrowhead Stadium last year.”

I blink, pausing to take a good, long look at her face in the photo; grinning and happy. “You like football?”

“Doesn’t everybody?” she chuckles. “Well, except my sister, Daisy. She’s more into baseball.”

“Rose…” I grin, “and
Daisy
?”

She rolls her eyes. “I know… you can blame my dad for that crap.”

I take another look around and her world comes into even greater focus. More framed pictures sit around, most of them of her and her sister with face paint on their cheeks at various sporting events. Team pendants hang on the wall by the window. Stuffed toys of mascots sit on a chair in the corner. I’m not sure how I missed it at first, but then again, my focus is more or less locked on the lady when I’m between her knees.

I turn back to her. “You
really
like football…”

“Yeah. I, uh…” She blushes a little and her eyes fall to the mattress.

“What?” I grin.

“I got kind of…
excited
when I saw your name on Dr. Zach’s class list.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

I shake my head. “So, when I spoke to you after class that first day, you were actually—”

“Completely fucking freaking out inside, yeah,” she nods.

Holy shit.

We both laugh. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with me,” I say.

“Well…” She shrugs her shoulders once. “I
can’t
have anything to do with you, technically…”

I admire her pink cheeks for a few moments, letting it all sink in. “Huh…”

“What?” she asks.

“I just… never would have guessed. Do you go to our games?”

“Every single one,” she nods. “Especially last year.
Cary Pierce
was the friggin’ coach. I nearly had a heart attack when I found out.”