TakeMeattheBallgame (3 page)

She looked at him from her place kneeling between his legs.
“Is it crazy that I missed your cock?”

“It missed you,” he managed to rasp out of a bone-dry
throat.

“I can see that. I think it needs a good, hard sucking.”

“Fuck, yes.”

Keeping one hand around the base of his shaft, she moved the
other around to squeeze his ass as she lowered her mouth onto him. He was
almost afraid to move as she set up a strong, fast rhythm on his dick. He took
a moment to be thankful he’d jacked off so many times while on the road or he’d
be pouring into her mouth right now because of how good it felt. He looked
down. Sydney’s eyes were closed and her small mouth was stretched tight around
his cock, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her grip on the base of his shaft
became tighter and he realized she was trying to hold off his orgasm. Why would
she do that? Why would she bother?

He was about to open his mouth to ask her when the door to
the press box opened and Vince entered. JT shot out of his chair, turning to
zip up his pants, almost strangling his cock, while Sydney rose and scooted
around to stand behind the chair. She was biting her bottom lip, a lip that was
currently swollen from being around his dick just a few seconds ago. Luckily
his hard-on deflated, but not without pain, and JT winced.

Vince smirked. “Is this some special service the newspaper set
you up with, buddy?”

“Get the fuck out.” JT laced his voice with menace, but
Vince just shrugged.

“As far as I know this is a public place.”

“Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

“Nah, I think I’ll stay.” He leaned against the wall. “Don’t
mind me.”

JT turned to Sydney. “Go. I’ll deal with him.”

Sydney actually looked uncertain for the first time since
he’d met her. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Go.” She slipped out the door and Vince, the slimy
asshole, watched as her delectable ass departed.

“Nice. Can’t blame you for tapping that.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Now isn’t that an interesting question. What do I want?”
Vince pretended to think that one over and JT found himself clenching his fists
at his sides. “I think I want your beat.”

“
What?
”

“I want your beat.” Vince spoke slowly and JT’s anger
ratcheted up another notch.

“Why the fuck do you think I’d just hand that over? Besides,
you know as well as I do that the paper assigns the coverage, not me.”

“Yeah, but if you told them you wanted, say, college
football, I’m sure they’d be thrilled to have a reporter of your caliber to
cover it.”

“I’m not moving.”

“Oh, I think you are. Unless, of course, you want me to blow
you guys in about your extracurricular activities.” He laughed and JT let out a
snarl.

“You think the paper cares who I’m involved with? We’re both
adults.”

“You willing to stake your career on that assumption?”

JT laughed, but there was no humor in it. This kid was
something else. “It’s not gonna get that far. I’ve been with the paper for over
twenty years and won’t get fired for this, but Sydney might be. You really
wanna ruin a promising young girl’s career over your own petty jealousy and
spite?”

Vince shrugged. “Maybe I won’t turn you in. Maybe I’ll let
her stay around so when you’re gone she can suck
my
cock.” JT’s fist
shot out and Vince flew to the ground, grabbing his nose. “Fucker!”

JT stood over him. “Get up so I can give you the pounding
you deserve, you little pussy.” Vince tried to trip him and JT evaded the man’s
leg, damn grateful for the years of boxing he’d done to stay agile and in
shape. “Get up!”

Vince staggered to his feet and JT hit him again, this time
a hit right to the gut. He folded in half, one arm holding his stomach while
the other continued to try to staunch the flow of blood from his nose. He
coughed and tried to say something, but when JT advanced again he scurried
backward.

“Leave, you little weasel, before I decide to beat the shit
out of you.” He did advance a step then and added, “And if you ever,
ever
,
breathe a word of what you saw here to anybody, I will make you very sorry.
That’s a promise you can take to the bank.”

Vince struggled as he made his way to the door. JT followed
and as soon as Vince was partway through, shoved him the rest of the way. Vince
landed in a heap on the floor and JT snorted before slamming the door in his
face. He swung around and was gathering his stuff to leave when the door opened
behind him. “I thought I told you—”

“Shhh, it’s me,” Sydney replied, and he slowly pivoted to
face her. She picked up his hand and kissed his bruised knuckles. With a soft
smile, she said, “My hero.”

JT snorted again. “Hardly.”

She kissed his knuckles again. “I saw what he looked like
when he left. Thank you.”

JT’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. “Did he say
anything to you?”

“He didn’t see me. I was waiting in an office a few doors
down. I wanted to know what happened.”

“You should’ve left.”

She frowned. “How could I leave not knowing if you were okay
and what he was gonna do?”

He scrubbed his hands over his face, suddenly exhausted. “I
guess so.”

“Besides,” she continued, tilting her head and giving him a
sexy smile that had his cock stirring again, “we didn’t finish.”

He couldn’t believe he was about to say this, but, “That’s
okay. We should probably just go.”

“Did he scare you off me?” Sydney asked, frowning.

JT stared at the ground. He wanted to mess around with
Sydney, but hearing Vince’s taunt had affected him. Was he being fair to her?
She was a great girl who deserved more than this. “No, he didn’t scare me off
you. I just think—”

“What?”

He blew out a loud breath. “I dunno.”

“Come on, JT. What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“I told you. I’m happy with this arrangement. We’re both
getting what we want. So what’s the problem?”

“I guess nothing.”

“Good.”

“But I still think we should cool it for a bit.”
I’m so
weak.
“At least for tonight.”

“Okay, if that’s what you want.”

JT nodded, wanting to kick his own ass for about a hundred
different reasons.

Sydney went up on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, a
sweet gesture which seemed so at odds with what they’d been doing only a short
time ago. “See ya tomorrow?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

“Wait for me after the game, okay? Don’t flake out.”

“Okay.”

JT went home, wondering what kind of messed-up person he was
that he still wanted Sydney but felt guilty about it.

* * * * *

The next day when he arrived at the press box she was
already there, handing out the game notes and chatting with various members of
the media. He sat down and set up his laptop, carrying on a casual conversation
with one of the television reporters. She dropped his paperwork in front of him
and gave him a little smile before moving on down the line. Vince was nowhere
to be found and JT wondered what the asshole’s nose was looking like today.
Given how much it had bled he guessed he’d broken it, and a strange sense of
male satisfaction stole over him. He shouldn’t be proud of injuring another
guy, but given the circumstances, he was, and he’d do it again if Vince dared
to say anything about what he’d seen or made another crack about Sydney.

The game passed quickly. It was a closer game than some
recent ones and JT had to pay close attention to be sure he didn’t miss
anything. When it ended he did as he’d said he would—he waited for Sydney. This
time when she entered the press box she locked the door behind her. His cock
rose as if he were Pavlov’s dog. He stood, but she pushed him back down and
took him out of his khakis, humming with appreciation when he throbbed in her
hand. She began to lower her head, but he finally gathered his wits and gently
pushed her away.

“I wanna be inside you this time.”

She smiled. “How can I refuse?”

“You aren’t supposed to refuse.” He glanced toward the door.
“Are you sure it’s locked?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then get up on the table.”

Sydney hopped up. “Have you noticed I’ve been wearing skirts
every game?”

“I did,” JT answered, smirking. “Easy access. I like it.” He
reached underneath her black skirt and pulled her cute little bikini panties
down her legs and threw them on the table next to her. Then he pulled a condom
out of his pocket.

“Let me,” she said, taking it from his hand and ripping open
the foil packet with her teeth. For some reason that was an incredibly erotic
sight and his dick hardened even more, sitting almost flat against his stomach.
She quickly and efficiently rolled the latex down his shaft and then leaned
back, spreading her legs. JT moved forward but the angle wasn’t right.
Frowning, he grasped Sydney’s hips and tugged until her ass was resting right
on the edge of the table. He took his cock in hand and guided it to her pussy,
running it up and down her folds to lubricate it.

“I need you, JT.” Sydney bit her bottom lip and looked up at
him with heavily lidded eyes.

“You’re gonna get me, but we need to go slow. I don’t wanna
hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.” She wound her legs around his waist and
tilted her pelvis toward him. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“Me too,” JT confessed, finally pushing into her hot, wet
pussy for the first time. A long, low groan worked its way from the depths of
his chest. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“You do too.” She sounded breathless and he took a second to
admire her heaving breasts in her polo shirt.

He set up a hard, fast rhythm, knowing instinctively Sydney
wouldn’t want it any other way. She arched her back, sending him even deeper
inside the warm clasp of her pussy. “Shit, this is incredible.” He wasn’t sure
how long he was gonna last, and so he took Sydney’s arm and brought her fingers
down to cover her own clit. “Touch yourself for me. Show me what you like.”
Sydney groaned and he watched as her hand sped up. His orgasm was already
working down his spine and he knew he wasn’t far from coming. “That’s it, babe.
Come for me. Come on my cock.”

The sound that came out of Sydney’s mouth could hardly be
classified as human, and he continued to pump in and out, hoping like hell
she’d come before he did.

“Ah God, I’m coming,” she gasped.

“Yeah, Syd. Come for me. Take me with you.” JT felt her
internal muscles start to spasm and went over the edge himself. He swore and
continued to thrust through his own orgasm.

Sydney’s body was locked around him like a vise as the
contractions continued to roll through her pussy and onto his dick. With one
final spurt, he was done. Planting his palms on the table on either side of
her, he gulped badly needed oxygen. She was panting, her head resting against
the window of the press box. With no small measure of regret, he pulled out of
her tight clasp and disposed of the condom, hiding it underneath a whole bunch
of other trash in the can. When he returned, Sydney was standing, but still
leaning on the table as she put her panties back on. She turned to him.

“That was fun.”

“That’s one word to describe it…”

“I didn’t mean to insult you.”

JT laughed. “I don’t feel insulted.”

She grinned. “Yeah, I’m guessing you know you’re good in
bed.”

He scoffed. “Hardly.”

“You hardly know or you’re hardly good?”

“Well, let’s just say that though I’ve never had any
complaints. I’ve also never had a woman scream my name from the rooftops.”

“Do you want me to scream your name, JT?” She tilted her
head and gave him a little half-smile.

“God, no. Someone might hear.”

“Hmm, good point.”

“So how long are we gonna do this?”

She looked surprised. “As long as you’re game, I’m game.”

“Why aren’t you looking for a boyfriend?”

“Not every woman wants a boyfriend. Sometimes, like men, we
just want to fuck.” She shrugged. “I mean, sure, we’ve got vibrators and stuff,
but when it comes down to it, a warm male body is usually better. That doesn’t
mean I want someone following me around, making demands on my time and
attention.”

“You’re doing this with me because I’m a warm male body?”

Sydney’s eyes softened. “No, JT. I like you. I’ve liked you
since the moment we met.”

“Well, that’s good,” he grumbled.

“But I’ve got a lot going on. I don’t have time for a
boyfriend right now. Besides, would you really want to date me? I still have a
year left of undergrad and then I’m going on for my master’s in sports
management.”

JT groaned. “And I’ve already been at the paper for twenty
years. Man, I feel old.”

“You’re not old,” she insisted. “So in the end this
arrangement works out well for both of us.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Good, then I’ll see you next game.”

“Next game.”

Sydney kissed him on the cheek again and then stole out of
the room. He stared after her. What had he done to deserve this? Whatever it
was, he wanted to keep doing it.

The End