Tamed V (5 page)

Hollis leads me to the bed and I kick off my shorts. Quickly, pushes down my boxers, freeing my dick from the restraining cotton. She spins so that I’m the one laying on my back and climbs over me.

The view is spectacular.

Her breasts, hell.
I palm them both and she arches her back, pushing her hips forward. My cock is coated in her warmth, because she’s fucking eager. She’s eager to fuck and as I thumb her nipples she
raises up, rubbing her body, slick and wet over mine.

“These,” she says, running her hands over my stomach. “Are brilliant.”

“Yeah?” I ask, keeping my hands and eyes on her every move.

She shimmies down my body, kissing and licking from my chin to my navel. Hot breath and teeth explore every inch of my chest and stomach. She lingers over my nipples, teasing them and it’s like a jolt of lightning directly to my dick. When she gets near my navel I jerk, almost losing it right there.

“You like that?”

“Uh huh.”

I feel her breath on my cock and curl my fingers in her hair, willing her mouth to make contact. I make every effort to not be an asshole and ram my dick down her throat like I want to. Jesus Christ, I want to fuck her mouth so badly.

Her head pops up and I see her green eyes flashing. “Did you know I wanted you that first time we met?”

I’m caught off guard. “Umm when?”

“When you fixed Sophie’s hair.”

I prop up on my elbows so I can see her better. She’s got my dick held down so it doesn’t pop her in the eye or something. I may cum on her face if she doesn’t hurry this talk session along. “You did?”

“Yep.” She releases my cock and it springs upward. Her pink tongue darts out and she licks the tip. “Obviously, you’re hot, but the kid thing? Adorable.”

“I’ll remember that.” The words come out in a pant.

“I thought you looked like you knew what you were doing. Your confidence was a turn on. And lord these arms.” She touches my biceps. “You have amazing arms.”

I tug her nipples. “You’ve got awesome tits.”

“I knew then I wanted to fuck you.” She licks the shaft of my penis, balls to tip. “I knew you would be great in bed. Maybe a little excitable,” she laughs, taking me in her mouth whole, sucking the tip. “But I like that.”

“Damn Bird, just suck my dick or I’m going to blow my wad all over the bed.”

She stops talking and gets busy. Man, if I thought those other girls knew how to give head, I was mistaken. The teasing and taunting make it all the better and just when I think I’m going to cum in her mouth she moves back up my body, raising above me and taking me in slow and measured.

She rides me with abandon and I’m not surprised, I’m not anything but pure orgasmic. She starts to whimper, to hum and I reach my hand between her legs to help her along.

“Oh,” she cries, taking my other hand and biting down on my palm.

The pain spurs my climax. It hits me deliciously hard, and I jerk into her relentlessly until she collapses on top of my chest. Her boobs press into me, both of us sticky with sweat, neither of us ready to move.

“Was that what you were hoping for?” I ask, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

“Better.” She bites my bottom lip.

“So this…” I ask, because I have no idea where to go from here.

She rolls to her side and runs her hand through my pubic hair, stirring feelings below. “Is great—no labels, okay? I don’t do well with labels.

I wave of relief washes over me. “Neither do I.”

Chapter 5

I spend the next week in a state of fucked-out bliss. This thing with Hollis has proved to be just the thing to get me out of my funk. Who knew serial sex with a girl in a not-relationship would lighten my spirits?

Part of it is her age. Hollis isn’t that much older than me, just seven years, but in that time she’d learned a lot of things about sex and how to make a man happy. Even dirty sex, like fucking in public. That’s something I’ve done countless times with townie girls but it’s better with her. It feels better. We have more fun.

Like right now. I’m high off a win. A home run and two singles. I’m rewarded after the game by Bird asking me to take her somewhere public but quiet. We’re parked in the woods, behind the ball field. The stars are visible through the tree cover, we’ve got the Jeep top down and Bird is sitting on my face.

Man, she tastes amazing.

She started in my lap but reached up to grab the roll bar. I reclined back and pushed her upward, tearing her panties off in a frenzy. I could smell her and my dick hurt like hell, but it’s the least I could do. Plus, I wanted to.

I lick her slowly, taking my time to get between her folds, skirting around the sensitive spot near the top. I grab her ass, spreading her cheeks and she pushes her pussy in my face, desperate and horny.

“Tucker,” she calls my name. I like the way my name sounds on her lips. The way it bounces off the trees. I like the way her lips taste on my lips and I use my fingers to open her wider to get to her clit.

She starts moaning, deep and low, twisting her body to get closer to my mouth, suffocating me with her pussy. I find her clit, swollen and ready, and I take it into my mouth, sucking on it as she begins to chant, “fuck, fuck, fuck, shit,” over and over, until she’s a quivering, folded mass in my lap.

“Man,” she says, pressing her face into my shirt. She’s not finished yet, though, because her hands are on my zipper and she pulls me out and pushes herself down hard and fast. “Keep going,” she says into my mouth. “I’ll come again.”

Fine by me, I think, watching her perky perfect boobs bounce in my face. For real, there is nothing like her tits. Nothing in this world. I push her shirt up so I can get a better view. Her bra smushes them together so I unlatch the front clasp and spread them apart to kiss the bird wings. I kiss her nipples. I lick the hard, erect points at the top. Dizzy with lust, I start my own low moans while this girl, this woman, fucks me like it’s her job.

“Bite them,” she says, using both hands to offer up her tits to me. I take them and pinch one nipple with my fingers and engulf the other in my mouth, biting down. She cries, obviously turned on and starts to move faster. This is like a signal to my balls inciting me to move faster, until I become light headed. Every ounce of my blood rushing straight to my dick. With her breast in my mouth I come, clamping down harder in release.

“Ohhhhfuuugggkkk,” I say, around the flesh.

“God,” she pants. “Yes. Just…holy shit.”

I remove my mouth and inspect her skin gently with my fingers. Red splotchy marks cover her breasts. “Shit, are you okay? That was maybe a little—“

“Perfect,” she says, brushing the sweaty hair off my forehead.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

*

Messages wait for me in the office when I finally go in. I’ve been skipping out, only sticking around for practice and games. I can’t keep away from Bird. I have a feeling she won’t be around long and I want to take every chance I have to be with her.

Three messages are from the high school in Atlanta asking for an interview. I push them both to the side and look for something else to work on.

“You can’t keep ignoring those,” Adrian says when he walks in an hour later.

“I’m not ignoring them.”

He scoffs and sits behind this desk, booting up his computer. “Where have you been all week anyway?”

I’m not sure if he’s caught on to me and Hollis yet. Our not-relationship is pretty obvious though, but it still feels like I stole her from him anyway. “I needed a break. Just some time.”

“Well, hopefully during that time you got the balls to call about that job. Daniel stuck his neck out for you. Don’t let him down.”

I stare at the number scribbled on the yellow piece of paper. Adrian’s right, of course. This isn’t just about me. It’s about everyone else. I fight the resentment building up. How typical that this, like every other decision I make, ends up being about everyone else and not just me. It’s never just about me.

“I’ll call. But no promises,” I tell Adrian. “And don’t say anything to Daniel yet. I’m not sure where this will lead.”

I pick up my phone and the number and walk outside.

*

“When can I pick you up?”

Bird hums on the other side of the line. “I’m free now if you want. Felix is out for the night at a sleepover.”

“The kids are gone, too. I’ll be over in a couple of minutes.”

I change into a clean, dark blue t-shirt and khaki shorts, but don’t shave. Hollis likes the way my beard feels against her skin even if it leaves her red and raw. Man, just thinking about her makes my dick twitch in anticipation. But I’m trying to hold back here a little. I like her. A lot ,and after that phone call today I need something to take my mind off the future. Or lack thereof.

“Going out, honey?” Mom asks. I’ve stopped to pick up my keys from the kitchen counter.

“Yeah.”

She walks in from the den. “You look nice. Date?”

I stare at her hard. Does she really want to do this? “Just a friend.”

“I’ve noticed you’ve been out a lot lately, which is good. You need to take time for yourself.” She takes a deep breath and I wait for whatever it is she’s building up to. “I ran into Daniel today. He told me about the job offer in Atlanta.”

Fuck.

“Yeah, it’s not a big deal. I’m not taking it.”

“Why not?”

I look at her like she’s lost her mind. She
has
lost her mind. “Are you kidding? There’s no way I can move right now.”

She takes a step forward and touches my arm. I jerk away. “Tucker we can survive without you, you know that right?”

I laugh. “Okay, sure. Tell me, when does Sophie have baseball practice? What size shoe does Owen wear? Oh and even better, do you realize Joe has a girlfriend? A cute girl, too. You may want to buy him some rubbers. Oh wait. I already did that.”

“Tucker!” she shouts. “I know I haven’t been around as much as I should have been over the last couple of years, but I’m better now. I’m doing better and I realize I’ve relied too much on you. You have a life—a gift, and I want you to use it.”

“By being a fucking high school baseball coach?” My hands clench into tight fists. “That’s where you think I should use my gift? Jesus,” I say, pushing past her. “I’m glad to know I’m replaceable here like everywhere else.”

“Tucker—“

“No, Mom. I don’t want to hear it. I’ve made my choices and they have nothing to do with you and your parenting. Dad must have known you would fall apart and that’s why he made me promise.”

A flash of confusion covers her face. “What?”

“Never mind,” I say, storming out the door.

“Tucker!” she yells, but I’m done talking with her. I hop in my car and pull out of the driveway, focused on one thing. Hollis.

*

“What’s wrong?” she asks immediately. I’ve tried to push the anger and hurt aside but it’s impossible. Too many things happened today. The phone call. My mom.

“Nothing—want to go somewhere special?” I ask. “To me at least?”

“I’d love to go somewhere Tucker Jensen thinks is special.”

I drive across town with her hand on my thigh and I love the way it feels. Intimate. Possessive. When I pull into the darkened parking lot she laughs. “I should have known.”

I jump out of the Jeep and run to the other side, helping her down. She dressed nicer tonight, too. A tight-fitting dress that accentuates every part of her body. She looks fucking hot.

I lead her around the side of the building, holding up the fence so she could get through. I’ve made this trek a hundred times but it’s the first time I’ve brought a girl with me.

“So what is this place?” she asks once we’re in the stands. There’s just enough daylight left for us to see the whole stadium.

“Golden Park. It’s an unused baseball park that’s been here since the twenties. The last real games they had here were the Olympics. But back in the day every major player came through here. Babe Ruth. Shoeless Joe.”

“That’s pretty cool,” she says leaning into me. We’re standing over the railing near home plate. “And kind of sad, I guess.”

“Why’s that?”

“All this unused potential—lying in waste. I bet you’d look amazing playing in a big park like this.”

Her words cut but she doesn’t realize it—at least not all the way. I kiss her to make myself feel better. It works.

Sort of.

“I got this job offer,” I tell her. “Coaching baseball.”

“That’s great!” she says, giving me a hug.

“Thanks but I’m not taking it.”

She looks at me carefully. “Why not?”

“It’s in Atlanta.”

“So.”

“I can’t leave the kids, you know that.”

She presses her palms to the railing and pushes up. “Bullshit.”

“What?”

“I’m calling bullshit. You could go if you wanted—you just don’t want to.” I can’t argue with her because she’s right. Hollis isn’t done though. “I think it’s something else though. Something’s holding you back and it’s not your family.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I say. “It’s entirely my family.”

She looks at me. “But…”

“But nothing. I promised I’d look after them.”

“Forever?”

That is where things get sketchy. How long does a promise last? Especially one I never thought I’d have to fulfill.

“Long enough that I’m not going to Atlanta.”

“Hmm…”

“What?”

“I don’t think coaching suits you anyway. That’s not where you should be.”

I laugh because this girl is crazy. “No?”

“No.” She looks over the field and spreads her arms wide. “You should be out there.”

“Ah, well, that one definitely isn’t happening.”

“Why not?”

“Bird.” I shake my head. “That ship has sailed.”

“You’re nineteen, for Christ’s sake. Don’t tell me it’s too late.”

She’s touched a nerve that I don’t want exposed. Time with Hollis is selfish time and I don’t want to spend it dwelling on my failures. “Subject change? Please?”

“Fair enough. Why did you bring me here?” she asks. She’s got her back to the railing now and her chest pushed forward. I reach my hands out and cup her tits.