Home Run Baby: A Sports Romance (42 page)

I breathe deep as his hands reach for his belt. My heat spikes and I wait to see more of that rigid V-shape traveling down his body.

He stops the zipper halfway down. “Ellie…” His hand nudges my chin, drawing my eyes up to his. “It’s just the two of us here now. I want you to remember how you felt back then. I want that girl...” He leans forward and slides his lips over my cheek. “The one that quivered against me. The one that touched me with shaking fingers. I want
that
girl in my bed tonight.”

Phantom shower steam fills my lungs and my brow breaks out in the thick, humid air. Junior pushes the zipper the rest of the way and I look down to watch him slide his pants to the floor.

He stands before me, naked and aroused, just like that day in the locker room and my body responds just like it did before.

“Ellie…”
he whispers. “Do you see what you do to me — what you
still
do to me?” I nod, knowing what he’ll ask me next. “Do I still do the same to you?”

My grip on the sheet loosens but I don’t drop it yet. “Yes…”

He leans forward, pinning me against his desk. “I wanted to take you then,” he admits. “I wanted to hold you against the locker and—” He crushes his lips on mine. I sigh into the kiss, melting like crazy for him. He pulls away with closed eyes, holding back. “Did you want me, too?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He kisses me again, this time harder and firmer. “I felt your touch on me for
hours
. I couldn’t shake it. I
needed
it.”

My fingers twitch on their own and they wrap around his hard cock. He inhales sharply and cups my face, digging his fingers into my cheeks as he massages our tongues together. I stroke him slowly, imagining what his thickness will feel like when he’s finally inside.

“Tell me again what you told me last week,” he whispers with baited breath. “What you said I could do to you if we won.”

“I said…” My lips shake. “I said you could fuck my brains out.”

He smiles. “You want it, don’t you?”

I nod, practically falling apart against him.

“Say it.”

“Yes,”
I answer. “I want you to fuck my brains out.”

Junior reaches for the sheet and pulls it from my weak grasp.

My skin bleeds warmth. His touch shocks my system, firing ripples of pleasure across my skin wherever his fingers graze me. I lay his cock against my folds and he groans for it.

“Let me inside of you, Ellie,” he says, barely letting his lips leave mine as he speaks. He reaches down my open knees and I raise them up to embrace his hips. “I want to feel what it’s like…
just for a second.
”

I bite my lip, hesitating while my body betrays reason. Everything throbs; a constant, sexual metronome of heat and desire that I can’t control. I look down at his huge cock in my hand, thinking I’m in total control but I’m not. His bare skin on mine. His raw, animal nature taking over me. The temptation is more than I can stand.

Just for a second.

I guide him down to align us and I keep my eyes on him as I guide his cock inside. The pleasure is instantaneous, igniting more lust than I’d ever thought possible before.

My entire body twitches as he pushes in as far as he can go. I want him to thrust me but he fights the desire to.

His nails dig into my hips, nearly breaking my skin. The pain teases my core and my throbbing intensifies. My body nears climax already, forced to the edge by just one fill of him.

He lets go of me and steps back to pull himself out, exhaling a hard breath from the bottom of his lungs.

I moan at the perfect sensation of him moving in me and I’d do anything to feel it just one more time. There’s temptation in his eyes to keep fucking me but he spins around and walks over to his bedside table instead.

I stay put, unable to move or think as he grabs a condom from the drawer and tears it open with his teeth. He returns to me with the rubber rolled down his cock and he takes hold of me so fast it makes me dizzy.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he grunts.

I obey, raising my knees and locking my heels together behind him. My body melts into his skin, blissfully lost in ecstasy as he thrusts inside again.

The fire in me explodes as he fucks me, moans falling from me faster than his pulsing hips can grind.

He grips my body and kisses me, absorbing my vibrating tongue but I can’t stop moaning for him.

“Junior…”
I cry out his name, drawing an instant smile to his lips.
“Harder.”

A light chuckle escapes him as he leans forward to whisper in my ear. “Oh, Ellie… I’m just getting started on you.” His words shake me to the core and he rocks me with several firm thrusts. “I told you I’d ruin you and I
always
keep my promises.”

Junior lifts me off the desk and turns us around. My head spins, overwhelmed with dizzy desire as he drops me onto his bed. He pulls me towards him, bending and shaping me how he wants and I open myself to take every last inch of him.

“You can come as much as you want, Ellie…” he chuckles, “but you’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.”

He leans down to kiss me and guides my arms above my head to pin me in place beneath him. I lie back with my legs up, pinching his sides as he moves in me.

I’ve spent the last few weeks torturing Junior Morgan, waving my pussy out in front of his nose and now that he’s got it, I start to wonder whether he’ll ever leave it. His eyes burn with passionate fire and his entire body breathes with lust — constantly moving as I writhe beneath him. His hands never stop touching and feeling me and my skin responds with a constant surge of pleasure blooms.

He shoves his hand between us, masterfully stroking my clit to make sure I’m satisfied and I melt against his fingertips.

Junior draws the first orgasm from me and he pauses to watch the expressions dance across my face. He leans down to steal a kiss, tasting my moans while pounding a steady rhythm inside. The sensation dominates me and I dissolve into a fierce rattle of uncontrollable laughter and groans.

I’d heard Junior Morgan was good —
but this is amazing.

Chapter 15

Junior

I draw a line along Eliza’s naked hip, tracing up and down for what must be the two-hundredth time but neither of us seems to care.

Usually, I’d come up with an excuse at this point.
Tonight was fun, babe, but I got an early practice in the morning. I’ll see you out.
Something plausible but strategic to remind them of who I am and how lucky they were to even be here.

But right now, the thought doesn’t even cross my mind as I stare over at Eliza. I’m just lying here, looking into the stunning ocean currents she calls eyes, refusing to look at the clock because I know that doing so will put a limit on this moment.

“What?” she asks, smiling gently with her head on my pillow.

“Nothing,” I reply, letting my fingertips dance along her skin.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like it’s just an
intermission
.”

I laugh. “Maybe it is.”

She props herself up on her elbow. “Bullshit.”

“I told you I could rock you all night, Eliza Pierce. You should have believed me.”

“Well, then… I stand corrected,” she laughs.

I shake my head and slide closer to her. “No, if you’re standing, then I’ve done something wrong. Spread your legs again—”

She slaps me away. “Not so fast… I need a little more rest first.”

“That’s what I thought.” I settle back, feeling a rush of satisfaction as she laughs.

“Oh…” She sits up. “Speaking of you doing things wrong…” I raise a confused brow as she crawls across the bed and reaches for my notebook on the desk, flashing me the most exquisite view of her tempting ass as she moves. “I checked over your math homework while I was waiting on you.”

“I thought you were only here for a few minutes before I got home,” I say, glancing at the pencil notches taking over my homework.

She clears her throat, ignoring the accusation as she points to the paper. “I think we need to go over factoring again because you keep—”

I snatch the notebook from her and toss it to the floor. “Not now.”

“But—”

“Ellie…” I shift her onto her back and drop my lips to her breasts.
“Not now.”

She smiles and exhales the tension from her muscles as I descend her body. “Okay…
tomorrow
then.”

“Tomorrow is
Sunday
,” I argue.

“That’s the perfect day for studying.”

“When a guy fantasizes about his tutor riding him, a stern work ethic is
not
what he’s thinking about…”

“Get used to it,
Junior.
I said you’d learn it and I meant it.”

I kiss down her navel, sliding my tongue along her flavorful skin. “You know… you haven’t told me what you wanted in return for tutoring me.”

Her lips curl. “Oh,
that
.” She runs her fingers through my hair, quivering softly as my tongue inches even closer to her core. “Grab my bag.”

I reach for it, curious to know what she brought with her and what dirty things I can do to her with it.

She withdraws a book from the bag. “Page ninety-seven.”

I blink with confusion as she tosses it at me but I do as she asks. “Okay…”

“Read Danny’s lines.”

My tongue twitches with disappointment. “What is this?”

“I help you study geometry and you help me memorize my lines,” she explains.

I glance at the book and chuckle. “This wasn’t really what I had in mind…”

“I know,” she grins, “but you said you’d do whatever I wanted and this qualifies.”

“Does it, though…?”

“Yes.”
She sits back against the headboard, staring at me with expectation. “I’m waiting,
Danny
.”

I sigh and look at the script, finding Danny’s first line at the top of the page. “If this is right, then why does it feel so wrong?”

She smiles at my stiff delivery but swings into her character. “It feels wrong because we don’t know any better,” she recites from memory. “You just need a little time to think about it like I have.”

“Nora, I don’t give a good goddamn what your head thinks.” I furrow my brow. “All I care about is what that beautiful heart of yours feels—” I drop the script. “This is
stupid
.”

“You said you’d do
anything…
”

“No, I mean… these
lines.
No one talks like this.”

“I asked you to
read
, not to
think
.”

“I don’t want to do
either one
right now,” I hint, tossing the script off the bed.

She lunges forward, wincing as it slides along the floor. “That’s my only copy—”

I grab her arm and pull her towards me. “Right now, I’d rather be
moaning
or
grunting
or
tasting
— none of which require
reading
or
thinking
.”

She winks. “Maybe a
little
thinking.”

“I beg to differ, Ellie,” I say, sliding down her body. “I can do some
very
good things to you without even thinking about it.”

I lick her sweet folds and her thighs twitch against my shoulders. She moans softly, her breaths growing more powerful with each lap I give her clit. I focus on it, drawing circles around it and adding pressure in all the right places until she’s squirming beneath me.

My mouth waters with every taste and I immerse myself in her, not caring how much of a mess she makes on my face. I reach up her body to squeeze her breasts and her hips buck and grind on me.

Eliza grabs my hair and digs her nails into my scalp. “Stick a finger in me,” she moans.

I do as she pleases, sliding my digit inside until I can’t anymore. She writhes against my hand, trembling wildly as I fuck her with it.

Her back arches and she moans at the ceiling as she comes. Every piece of her quakes under me and I can’t help but laugh with her ecstasy. Her moans squeak from her little throat, an adorable change from her usual deep, feminine tone.

Slowly she relaxes, gently twitching every few seconds as I kiss up to her neck.

She opens her eyes and slight panic crosses her face.
“Oh, my god…”
she deflates, staring at my bedside clock. “My father’s gonna kill me.”

“He gives you a curfew?”

“It’s
suggested
,” she sighs. “But still, I’d rather not…”

“Rock the boat,” I nod.

“Yeah.”

I finally give in and check the time. It’s three in the morning.

“Relax,” I laugh, hoping to keep her in my bed for as long as possible. “Stay here. The damage is already done.”

She slides out from under me and reaches for her bag, but I squeeze her hand. “Junior, come on.”

“Come on
what
?” I ignore her protest and pull her over me so she straddles my waist. Her wetness hugs my cock and I feel myself growing hard again.