Home Run Baby: A Sports Romance (39 page)

I pause outside of Talon Hall and rush around to the back entrance instead to avoid suspicion.

It’s quiet inside. I guess the celebration hasn’t reached this place yet. Or they just don’t care. Neither would surprise me given how nonchalant Eliza is about the whole thing.

Voices touch my ears, a sudden uproar of laughter echoing from the auditorium. I pull the doors open and step inside. It’s a small group hanging out by the stage, Eliza Pierce herself among them. I sit down in the back row, deciding to watch her from afar just like I did at her audition.

There’s something about the way she is around other people that’s different than the way she is around me but I can’t put my finger on what. She’s always beautiful and confident and well-spoken but… maybe it’s her
eyes
; those shimmering blue pools of light that almost seem to twinkle when she looks at me.

“Bye, Eliza. Bye, Grant.”

My lips twitch as the others excuse themselves, leaving her and Grant alone on the stage. I stand up as they leave and walk down the aisle towards them as Grant rattles off about the upcoming theatre showcase.

Finally, Eliza notices me. Her teeth instantly clutch her bottom lip and her cheeks take on a rosy tint.

Grant’s eyes shift towards me and he grins. “Hello there.”

“Hey,” I greet.

“Grant, I’ll text you later tonight, okay?” Eliza says to him, her eyes just barely leaving mine.

He flashes a slow, knowing grin and grabs his backpack. “All right.” He clears his throat. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Eliza continues to stare at me as Grant hops off the stage. He passes me with quick strides and pats my shoulder on the way, but it’s less a friendly gesture than it is one of warning — kind of like a big brother sizing up his little sister’s date.

I wait for him to leave and we linger in the silence together.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

I smile. “We won.”

She rolls her eyes. “Is that what all that screaming out there was about?”

“It was a good game.”

“Was it down-to-the-wire exciting?”

“It was, actually.”

“Bottom of the ninth?” she asks. “Bases loaded?”

“That’s
baseball
.”

“I know. I’m just fucking with you, Junior.” She sits down on the edge of the stage, her bare legs dangling down beneath the hem of her skirt. “So, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be out celebrating with the other jocks?”

“You know why I’m here.”

She raises a quick brow, playing up the innocent coyness in her tone. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

I stop in front of her, just barely easing between her legs. “I’m here to fill that smart, little mouth of yours and you’re going to swallow every drop of me.”

“I never agreed to
that part
.”

“You will. You will because you’ll want to… because you’ll like the taste.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and speaking of taste…” I lay my hands on her thighs. “Tonight, I’m finally going to find out what you taste like.” She exhales softly, her breath warm with lust. “I’m going to eat you like no one ever has, like no one ever will, and by the end of it, you’ll be mine.”

“You sound
very
confident about that,” she whispers.

“I told you I’d make you scream my name, Ellie,” I whisper back.
“I meant it.
”

I raise a hand to the nape of her neck and she leans into my touch as I pull her forward to claim her lips. She shudders with the kiss, parting her mouth to massage my probing tongue with hers.

She lays her palms against my chest and adds pressure to push me away as my other hand travels beneath her skirt. I pull back and we both take a deep breath.

“Stop pretending you don’t want this…” I hook my thumb into her panties, “and spread your legs—”

“Not here,”
she warns, guiding me back again. “This room has really good acoustics.”

“Then where?”

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this…” She heaves a thick, reluctant sigh as she slides off the stage.

“Where’s your van?”

Chapter 12

Eliza

Junior grabs my hand and pulls me down the sidewalk, not caring at all who might see him do it.

Luckily, the campus is so full of life that no one seems to notice or care as we bound towards the parking lot across the quad. His fingers are wrapped so tightly around mine that I feel my blood pounding in my fingertips. It’s almost as if he’s scared I’ll back out at the last moment and I feel a twinge of satisfaction knowing how badly he wants this.

I don’t hesitate for a second after he slides his van door open. I step inside and he follows me in. The door isn’t even closed all the way before I feel his hands on my body, lying me down onto my back. He kisses me; hard and fast, sucking and nibbling at my lips until I feel pain while he pushes my sweater off my shoulders.

I reach below his belt to rub his growing bulge, drawing a grunt from the back of his throat. “Lie back,” I say, sitting up and guiding him down.

He moves without question but keeps his hands on me to make me straddle him. His hardness presses between us as he pulls me closer, taking more kisses off my lips as we grind our bodies together.

Sweat breaks on my brow and the windows fog from our heaving breaths. I reach for his belt, sliding it free with both hands and pushing through his zipper to claim the prize I’ve wanted since the moment I first touched him in the locker room. I feel his veins pulsing along the shaft and I lick his lips in anticipation as I squeeze him in my palm.

“Fuck, Ellie…”
he groans, furrowing his brow.

I slide along his muscled torso, feeling his fingers burrow deep into my hair as I move downward. My senses soar, pushing me higher and harder than I’ve ever felt in my life. I’ve never wanted to taste a man so badly before; to feel his hand on the back of my head as I suck him dry; to hear the sharp, raspy breaths on his lips while I torture him. Every piece of me throbs for him and I want to give him everything he wants.

I pull his pants down his thighs, revealing his stiff cock. I try to remove them completely but Junior lunges forward, grabbing my hands to stop me.

“Let’s leave the pants
on
this time…” he says.

I laugh and release him, leaving his belt wrapped around his lower thighs. “Whatever you want…”

“I want…” He reaches for my arms and pulls me back up to his lips. His kiss is firm and true — like it’s the first one we’ve ever had. “I want these lips wrapped around my cock. I want to paint that little, pink tongue a bright shade of white…”

I moan at his words. They charge me, fueling an even greater thirst for him to do just what he says. I pull away from his kiss, slowly stroking his shaft with one hand as I drift down to it with open lips. I rub his tip, swirling the drops of pre-cum with my thumb and his body trembles beneath me.

Just one taste and my tongue erupts at his flavor. I suck softly on his tip, teasing him as his hand grips my hair again. His hand flexes, squeezing with eager intensity.

He wants me to take him deeper. He wants to feel himself push into the back of my throat but I stay on the tip with curling lips. I’ll let him writhe and beg for it first.

I work him slowly, taking my time to memorize the taste of his skin and what areas send the biggest shock through his system. I flick and rub and encircle him until I sense the impatience in his hips. I widen my mouth and force him back as far as I can press him before my reflex reacts.

“Holy shit—”

His body tenses and his groans push me further, building my confidence to keep him in the back of my throat just a little bit longer. As I pull him out, his fist strengthens to hold me in place.

“I want to fuck that little mouth, Ellie,” he whispers, stroking my hair.

I drag my nails up his body and he twitches at the pain I bring him. My lips start to numb but I keep at it, determined to rock him until he explodes.

I salivate even more just thinking about him coming all over my tongue. I’ve wanted it since I first felt his cock on my fingertips. If my father didn’t show up right then, I can’t be sure I wouldn’t have dropped to my knees in that locker room and let him do as he pleases to
my
little mouth.

Junior squeezes my hair so tightly, I fear he might pull it out. The pain blends with pleasure inside of me and I moan for him, taking him even deeper inside until I can’t anymore.

“Ellie, lie down.”

He slides out of my mouth and moves me down onto my back. I grip his cock as he drifts closer and I stroke him harder and faster, watching as his eyes roll back the farther I push him. He shifts, bringing his groin as close to my face as possible.

“Open your mouth,” he whispers, taking hold of his hard rod and pointing it at my raw lips.

I open wide, eager to catch every drop of him.

“Don’t swallow yet,” he adds, reaching his peak. “I want to see it on your tongue…”

He grunts loudly and I feel his tip pulse and his warm desire tickles my taste buds. Thick streams spray into my mouth, filling me with his salty flavor and I can’t help but moan for more of it. I keep it gathered on my tongue, just like he wants, and I lap and suck at him until he’s given me all he has.

Junior strokes my forehead, smiling down at me with soft, satisfied eyes. “Go ahead,” he whispers. “Swallow it down.”

I toss it back and let it trickle down my throat. I relish in his intense flavor, savoring it for as long as I can.

He reaches for me then, lifting me up as if I were weightless and he settles me against the pillows.

“Spread your knees,” he growls. He doesn’t wait for me to do it myself. He forces my legs apart. “It’s your turn.”

My heart races as he descends me. He stops at my breasts and doesn’t hesitate before ripping my blouse open. I cringe as little buttons tear free and smack against the foggy windows but the tension fades the moment his tongue graces my skin.

He licks my breasts and pulls them free of my bra to attack my nipples. They grow hard against his tongue, instantly standing to attention and firing bolts of extra pleasure towards my core.

He kisses down my navel, constantly tasting me and wetting my skin with his tongue. “Your body…” he breathes,
“is perfect…”

I sigh, completely bewitched by him. Every word he speaks feels like truth and everywhere he touches turns to warm milk in his hands. I run my fingers through his thick hair, quivering with anticipation as his mouth inches closer to what he promised me.

I’m going to bury my face in that pussy until you’re screaming my name.

Junior raises my skirt over my hips and he pauses to place his nose against my panties. He inhales, filling his nostrils with my scent. It’s so primal and strange but it turns me on even more. He doesn’t just want to please me, he wants to
devour
me like a wild animal.

He hooks his thumbs under the elastic and pulls my panties down to my toes. I expect him to ravage me but he lingers near my feet, bending down to kiss and lick my legs as he moves upward.

By the time he reaches my thighs, I’m twitching and dripping wet, practically spasming with need. His brown eyes flash up at me as he parts his lips, his tongue disappearing behind my mound and I feel his hot breath touch my folds.

I grip the pillow behind my head with frustration, waiting for the moment when he touches me but his devious eyes linger on me instead.

“Please…”

Junior turns his head and kisses my inner thigh, inciting another ache inside of me. He chuckles, taking pleasure in my pain.

Finally, he slides the tip of his tongue along my folds and he moans at my taste. His eyes roll back and he takes a deep breath before pushing his hands beneath me to cup my ass and bring me closer to his mouth. He plunges between my slit and desire takes over my entire body.

“Oh, God!”
I cry, floating on the brink of total ecstasy.

“No.”
He stops and moves up my body to look me in the eyes. “Don’t scream for
him
. Scream for
me.
”

I tremble as bits of pleasure radiate through my spine. “Junior…” I sigh, his name thick on my breath.

He gets back to work, nibbling at my nipples as he slides down my body again.

My thighs twitch wildly the second his tongue touches my pink, sensitive bud. I cry out, barely hanging on as he fucks me fast with his thick muscle.

“Junior!”

He laughs against me, sending vibrations through my throbbing sex, pushing me closer to the edge with each surging vibrato.

I scream his name over and over again, digging my nails into his hair to force him closer. My hips buck and he lets me grind against his face, taking the opportunity to fuck me even deeper with his impressive tongue.

He warned me about this; about how he’d eat me like no one ever has or ever will again. By the end of it, I’d be
his.
I laughed it off as a selfish joke but now I’m not sure why I ever doubted him. I grip his hair, pulling him harder against me and his tongue goes wild on me, zeroing in on me in the most perfect way.