Throwing Love #4 (Throwing Love #4) (6 page)

“I want to fuck you doggy style, baby. I want to see your
sexy ass in the air.”

I rolled over and pushed my bottom in the air.

He slid inside me hard. I cried out as pleasure over took my
body. I moaned, enjoying every inch of him as he pounded me over and over
again. He was fucking me harder than usual, but I was more than okay with it. I
reveled in the size of his cock and all I wanted was more. Bennett leaned down
towards me and spanked my ass hard. I cried out as I felt an orgasm building
up. I giggled and turned to look up at him. Bennett smiled down at me, and the
smile was the sexiest thing I had seen in a long time. He pumped into me
harder, waves of pleasure rolling off of me. Another orgasm ripped through
me.
 

“You feel so good, baby.”

I moaned, loving the way he was making me feel, but even
more so by the way he talked to me. Dirty talk drove me a little crazy.

He pulled out again and said, “I want you back on top of me,
baby, will you sit on me again and ride me good?”

I nodded. I liked taking the driver’s seat.

He lay on the bed once again, and I climbed on top of him. I
bent forward and kissed him full on the mouth. Our tongues met as I plunged him
inside of me.

“Baby, that feels so good.”

I was so sexually satisfied, but yet so turned on still
– that's how you knew you were having great sex. I was aching inside with
want of him.

I rode Bennett's cock, feeling the delicious sensations
spread all over my body. I loved every inch of him.

“You look so amazing right now, Emmi. You are incredible.”

As I pushed onto him a little more, I rode him a harder,
watching his face as I pleasured him. I felt full with him inside me, but I
loved every moment of it. He then began to move his hips and meet my thrusts
onto his cock. He was getting even deeper. I moaned as he picked up the pace,
his smooth cock gliding inside and out.

“Are you okay, babe?”

“Yes, I love it. Your cock feels so good.”

“Glad to hear I can make you feel good.”

“God, yes. Being in control has its advantages.” I smiled
down at him.

Riding on him, he felt humongous inside me. Bennett rocked
into me slowly, continuing to meet my thrusts. I started rocking into him
faster, letting the waves of pleasure crash into me repeatedly, with not much
of a break in between.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

He rubbed against my moist clit, giving me some added
pleasure while I moved on his cock.

I thought I would lose my mind. He was sexy, and I had so
much pleasure going through me that I could barely contain myself.

The whole length of his cock slowly pushed inside me,
causing me to let out a slow and powerful moan. There were so many different
feelings and sensations going through my body at that moment. I was lost in a
sea of pleasure, and I wanted to let go of another orgasm.

“I want more.”

I heard him chuckle, and he started pumping me as I thrust
onto him. I was delirious with the pleasure he was giving me – I needed
it, needed him.

I didn't expect for my pussy to become so wet. I was
dripping and I felt a build up once again. I couldn't believe I was about to
cum again. God, the thought was just too delicious.

“Bennett, it feels good. It really does feel so good.”

“I know, baby. It's amazing, isn't it?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “I'm coming again.”

My whole body shuddered as I came on top of him. He
continued pumping inside of me, breaking all reason inside my mind. He was
glorious – all of it was so incredible. The best sex of my life was
happening and I had all the control. As I felt myself build up for another orgasm,
the shudders ripped through my body causing me to ache to scream his name.

“Oh, Emmi, I'm ready, too, baby. I'm going to cum.”

I moaned, loving how sexy he was with his dirty talk. He
spilled inside of me, calling out my name.

I slid slowly off his cock and knew for certain that I was
going to be very sore the next day. It would be worth it, though – oh for
sure it would be.

We lay next to each other, exhausted. It felt like life had
been breathed back into our relationship, certainly our sex life. I felt
amazing just lying there next to him and I had never felt closer to him.

“That was amazing,” I whispered.

“It sure was.”

I closed my eyes and relished in the glorious passionate sex
we had just had. I couldn't have asked for a better rekindling of our
connection.

Chapter Ten

We lay there in each other’s arms, and I decided I couldn't
have asked for a better day. The best part was that it wasn't over yet. We
still had the rest of the evening together, and if I could, I would be dragging
Bennett back into the bedroom for an encore of what we just did.

I nestled onto his chest and felt his smooth breathing
lifting me up and down. I could almost fall asleep in that position, but I had
no intention of wasting any time with Bennett sleeping. I wasn't sure when I
would get another full day like this one and I was getting everything I wanted.

I looked up to see he had his eyes closed. There was still a
small smile playing on his face, so I knew he was happy. “How do you feel?” I
asked.

He opened his eyes and glanced down at me. “Better than I
have in a long time, thanks to you.”

“I feel pretty good myself...thanks to you.” I giggled.

He started petting my head, allowing his fingers to go
through my hair. It felt so relaxing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.
The moment was short-lived, however, as a phone began to ring. I knew by the
ringtone that it wasn't mine, so it had to be Bennett's.

I was surprised when he got out of bed and dug his phone out
of his pant pocket.

“Hello?” he answered into the phone. I could tell by the look
on his face that it was a professional call and I began to panic. I wasn't sure
why I was panicking as Bennett had promised me the whole day, so it shouldn't
matter who was on the phone.

“Yeah, no problem coach, I will be there.” He then clicked
off the phone and stared at me blankly.

“Who was that?”

“Coach needs me at practice today. He wants to prepare for
the big game.”

My mouth dropped open. I could not believe he was actually
doing this to me. He made a promise and he couldn't just say no to one practice.
A practice he didn't even need. I couldn't have been more furious with him, and
it took all my willpower to not blow a gasket right there.

My heart was in a lurch because I did not understand how he
couldn't make me a priority in his life at all. Really, what was wrong with the
man? He was just being a lap dog, and I didn't know why. He was so much better
than that. He was a good man, but he was in the process of royally fucking up
our relationship over a practice. It wasn't like I was asking him to give up a
game or to miss the scheduled practices, but this extra stuff was too much for
me. I couldn't deal with it anymore.

“Are you kidding me?”

“What?”

“So, what's going on here? You just come over long enough to
get laid now and then you bail.”

He raised his eyebrows, shocked. “Emmi, you know it's not
like that at all. Come on, be reasonable.”

“Me be reasonable? Really? You don’t even care about this
relationship anymore, do you?”

“Emmi, please. What are you talking about?” He began to pull
on his jeans and zipped them up. As he was grabbing his shirt, he turned to
look at me again.

“You promised me that we were going to spend the whole day
together, no matter what. And then all it takes is your coach calling and you
bail on me like I don't matter to you.”

“That's not true and you know it.” He slipped on his shirt
and continued, “I’m sorry, I just really need to go.”

“Actually, you don't. You are the star
player;
so
don't talk to me like I don't know baseball. You need to go to those scheduled
practices because they keep you sharp, but these extra practices you have been
doing are not necessary. They are overkill for someone like you.”

“I have to get ready for the big game, my coach says it’s
important. The practices are for that. Don't you think that I should be
listening to my coach?”

“Oh, give me a break. Your coach knows you don't need extra
practices. You are being taught a lesson because you thought it was cool to
skip four practices in a row. Now they are making you pay for it. Call him back
and tell him you have plans, that you don't need the extra practice. If he
knows you are ready to go, I assure you he will back off.”

I was practically shouting, but I couldn't help myself. I
was seeing red because Bennett was showing me exactly how little I meant to him
and I didn't like it. I wanted him to stand up for himself and tell his coach
he was ready. Instead, he was throwing everything else in his life away. I was
so frustrated with him that I thought I was going to explode. I loved the
game;
I
probably loved it more than Bennett did. But I would never put a game or a
career above another human being, especially if I loved that human being.

Loved. Yes, I said it. I loved Bennett Thomas and he was too
stupid to see what was right in front of him. He was going to choose the game,
his career, over love, over me and probably never look back. Well, I wasn't
about to sit around and watch it all fall apart. If he wanted me go, I would do
that easily just for him.

“I want you to chose me, Bennett. Please, this time for the
sake of our
relationship
chose
me. You don't need this practice and you know it.”

“Emmi, please, things are getting way too heated right now
and it's unnecessary. This is my job. I don't tell you what to do about your
career, so please don't tell me how to handle mine.”

“My career doesn't demand me to not have a social life,
that's the difference. My career doesn't prevent me from falling in love. There
is a big difference.”

“Stop it.”

“Bennett, I love you. But I can't do this anymore. Your
behavior is tearing us apart. You can have both, but you won't allow it. I
don't know why you are doing this to us.”

He stopped. “You love me?”

“Yes, you idiot, I love you. Don't you feel the same way?”

He smiled sadly. “Yes, Emmi, I love you, too. More than you
know. But this is my career, my dream – I can't just give up on it. What
would I do? Become a coach? This is what I have to do to be in the major
leagues.”

“That's bullshit and you know it. I have watched my father
mentor players my whole life. Not one of them had to give up his life for the
game. You get your ass to those scheduled practices, but that's it you don't
give up everything.”

“I'm sorry, I have to go.”

He turned to leave, and I literally felt my heart break in
two. He wasn't listening to me at all. I knew what I was talking about, and yet
he didn't care. He was ignoring everything I was saying, dismissing my
experience all because his coach called. He was acting like he had no backbone
at all. He was hurting me, breaking me in two, and he didn't care. At the end
of the day, he was going to walk out on me and choose baseball over me. My
blood pressure was going through the roof, and all I saw was red. I was in a
fit of rage and without thinking I yelled out, “I'm sick of this, Bennett, and
I'm not doing it anymore. You either choose me or you choose baseball, but you
don't get to treat me this way and expect me to stick around. I'm done.”

He stopped with his back to me.

Chapter Eleven

Shell-shocked, I couldn't believe the words that had come
out of my mouth. I never would have thought that I would give anyone that kind
of ultimatum, but Bennett had pushed me too far. I wasn't just going to bow
down like my father asked me to and I was done waiting like Connie wanted me to
do. I was sick of being second to a game when I had given Bennett my all. I
knew he could juggle both – he had been doing it just fine before he
screwed up on his practices. But he wasn’t even willing to go back to that. I
was just expected to live that way while he went off and went into the major
leagues. What he didn't realize was that I wanted to be by his side as he made
it there. Not pushed aside while he got there and then ended up with another
girl. And that was inevitable. If he kept pushing me aside, I would leave, and
when he made it to the big leagues, he would just meet someone new like I had
never mattered. Well, I wasn't going to have it. He was either going to choose
me and put our relationship first or he could lose me all together.

He turned around slowly and faced me. I couldn't really read
his expression, but if I had to guess, it was somewhere between shock and
anger. I knew that our conversation was about to get really ugly, but I wasn't
sure what to do about it. I had said what I needed and it was now up to him to
make a decision. If he made a bad one, there was nothing that I could do about
it. I would not be chasing him for love any longer.