Long Ball(7)

Picture the thing that makes you the hottest, the wettest, and multiply it by 100. That’s how it felt when her soft, smooth hands grazed across my very hard cock. My hands drop to the short hem of her dress and skim the sides of her thighs. She’s not wearing any panties. I could take her right here, right now, in this sexy dress.

“Do you have a condom?” She breathes in my ear.

That’s when everything comes slamming to a halt. The answer, as always these days, is no. I stopped carrying them because I stopped having sex with girls I just met. Chill runs down my veins and I press my hands into the wall.

“No. I’m--I’m sorry, Shelbie. I don’t. I’m sorry. I don’t sleep with someone on the first date. I don’t hook up in bathrooms. You’re just so…sinful in this dress and I couldn’t help myself. But I should.” Ashamed, I zip up my pants and can’t look at her. “I’m sorry, I should— “

“Are you saying this is a date?” The danger in her voice makes me look at her. Her lips are curled in a smile and her eyes scream pure sex.

“I, um, no?”

“Could it be?” she whispers, running her hands across her breasts once more, completely mesmerizing me. “Let’s say we had a date in the bar, right? You bought me a drink, we chatted, date. And then, I took you on a second date to this very classy bathroom.”

Shelbie Saint is trouble. Beautiful trouble. Before she can continue, I press my mouth to hers and she swallows whatever else she was going to say. I carry her to the sink and she spreads her legs. I drop to my knees and roll up her dress, exposing her bare *.

“You won’t f*ck me with your dick, but you’ll f*ck me with your mouth?” She cocks an eyebrow. The words sound so deliciously filthy out of her pretty red lips. “Can I keep you?”

I lick her once, slowly, tasting her and feeling her body tense under me. And then I kiss her, hard. She moans and pulls my mouth back up to hers, greedily sucking her own taste off my tongue. It’s incredibly hot. I repeat this move a few times, savoring the taste of her and the feel of her in my mouth. Her lipstick is smeared across my face, my cock aches, and I can’t keep my hands off her breasts.

It’s the hottest make out session I’ve ever had.

Eventually, I stop licking her and slip two fingers instead of her. She rests her head against my shoulder and moans loudly. Someone outside bangs on the door and yells at us to hurry up. Shelbie grabs my head and forces me to look at her.

Those brilliant red lips form the words, “Make me come.”

I drop to my knees again, fingers still buried inside of her, and suck on her clit. She rocks against my face and her cries bounce off the tiled walls. I watch her tits bounce as she thrusts against me, cock straining on the edge. I take one hand and handle my cock through my jeans as I devour her, and soon she’s coming on my face and I’m coming quietly in my jeans.

She sucks the juices off my fingers and slides her breasts back in her dress with a wink. “I think I’ll keep you. Call me later?”

She grabs my phone from my pocket and enters her number while I’m still reeling from the orgasm I just had. It wasn’t as good as it is while f*cking, but it was a hell of a lot better than when I’m set up at home with my laptop.

“Um, yeah,” I manage as she kisses me one last time. “I’ll call.”





2





“Ay papi!” George high-fives me as I dump my duffle in my locker. “Way to get some action at Club Classic, amigo. No more slumming around the clubhouse for you, eh?”

I laugh it off, ignoring the burning in my chest. “What are you talking about, man?”

“What am I talking about?” George has a shit-eating grin on his face and leans back to holler louder at the rest of the guys in the locker room. “Our boy over here wants to know what I’m talking about.”

Everett, Kemp, and Gregerson all start wolf-whistling, and Kemp humps Everett’s leg. If you’ve never been in a baseball locker room before, count yourself lucky. Everyone in here is dogs. Then again, it’s funny as hell...when it’s someone else.

Shelbie instantly comes to mind and I am flooded with the memory of her scent, the way her lips formed a perfect O as she came on my tongue, how she stared at me all night. I haven’t had someone after me that hard in…well, a long time. Groupies are one thing, fans are one thing, but that? That was something else entirely.

“Y’all are dogs, man.” I laugh it off, shake my head, and pull out my practice jersey. “If you wanna talk about getting some action a few nights ago, where is Octivio? He and I have some unfinished business with you, Kemp. What was the total?”

“Oh, I hit all three.” Kemp is all smiles. The day keeps getting better--now he owes me money. “But all anyone wants to talk about is how you ended up in the bathroom getting your freak on with Miss Shelbie Saint.” He sings “freak on” and humps Everett again, who pushes him off and into an empty locker.

“Have you checked the online rags?” Gregerson shakes his phone at me. “There are pictures of you two all over the place.”

I frown. This is exactly the kind of thing I try to avoid. This is Kemp’s game, not mine. Not after all the trouble I’ve gotten into, all the heartache I’ve had. I don’t make waves, I don’t pursue the ladies, not anymore. One night off, and the tabloids are running. “Vultures, man. Why weren’t they all over Kemp’s ass with his three women?”