Sweet Spot (9 page)

She glowers at me and the shame rises from deep within me. I deserve this, this right here. She should slap me, really. I wish she would, just so I wouldn’t have this terrible feeling eating me up inside.

Also, she’s absolutely gorgeous when upset. God, I’m such a terrible, awful wreck.

“You’re right. I’m a terrible person.”

“Don’t.” She glares. “Don’t try to pander to me.”

“I’m not.” I held out my hands. “I swear, I’m not. You’re right. I fucked up big time and treated you like dirt. It was the last thing I ever wanted to do and I ruined it. I hurt you. And I deserve punishment.”

She looks at me apprehensively. “I could hit you.”

This makes me smile. “You couldn’t. You absolutely should, but there’s no way you could. You’re too sweet, too pure.”

“I’m not an angel, Kemp. I’m not perfect. I’m not pure. But I do
care
, which is more than you appear to do.”

I stand and wince. She rushes to me, but I hold out my hand to stop her. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. I’m not blind, everyone can see you’re not okay.”

“I’m not a hot mess, Jesus, Ally.”

She rolls her eyes. “That’s not what I mean. You’re hurting, Kemp. Your knee is messed up and you need to take care of it.”

I can’t help but scoff. “There’s a lot of things I need to take care of, but life doesn’t want to play ball.”

“So let me help you.”

“You can’t.” I stress the word out as gently, but firmly, as I can. “This? This here? It’s impossible, Ally. Your dad will kill both of us.”

“Some things are worth the risk.” Her sweet face is so serious and it pains me.

“So, what? You want me to be bought out of my contract for seriously violating this man’s trust and overstepping boundaries we are all aware are there?”

“He can’t buy you out of your contract for being with me.”

“Want to bet?”

She’s silent a moment. “Not really.”

“What do you want from me, Ally?” If my knee weren’t about to be my undoing, I’d drop to it in that moment and beg. “What do you want? I’m not going to insult you. I know you know how serious this is. I know you know how much I care for you. And I know you know how dangerous this is. I’m supposed to be cleaning up my act and proving to Kansas City
and
your dad that I’m not a piece of shit.”

“You aren’t a piece of shit.”

“Doesn’t always feel like it,” I mutter and collapse on the couch. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“You, Kemp.” She throws her keys at me, but the anger is mostly gone from her face. “I want you, stupid.”

“But—“

“But nothing. Why can’t you just be with me and be happy?”

“Because it’s dangerous. Because it’s a terrible idea. Because you deserve better than me.”

“That’s a dumb answer and you know it.”

“I can’t give you what you want.”

She takes off her shoes and throws them. “The fuck you can’t.”

I can’t help myself. I know the consequences. I know how dangerous this path is. But with her standing in my living room, perfect tits heaving, face flushed and angry, all I want to do is take her to bed.

So, I do.

H
ave
I yet mentioned how fucking pissed I am at my knee? I want to throw her over my shoulder and take her to bed, but I can’t. Her chest heaves and her face flushes and we collide like the force of a ball against a bat, explosive and hot and shot out of this world. We part only long enough for her to pull her shirt over her head and collide again.

The feel of her skin against mine is electric and I no longer care about futures or baseballs or the Golden Glove because everything I have ever wanted in life is right here in my arms, kissing me and touching me and making my whole broken life complete again in the space of a single kiss.

You know when everything suddenly feels right? When the world rights itself and breathing doesn’t hurt anymore? When pain is no longer a word you comprehend? She’s the balm to my soul. She’s the perfection to my life of red marks. She’s the end to my beginning.

This woman is my everything.

It’s a life shatteringly terrifying thing to understand. And it’s chaotically beautiful. I could die a thousand deaths in her arms and sing her praises with every dying breath.

Knee be damned, I scoop her up in my arms and stagger down the hall to my bedroom.

“Let me,” she starts, but I silence her with a hard kiss and shake my head.

This is something I have to do, something I want to do, something she can’t stop me from. With her wrapped around me, I’m fucking invincible. The world cannot command me anymore, not when I’m with Ally.

We tumble into my bedroom and she spills on the bed with a small laugh. She’s still angry, but doesn’t hate me, which I’ll consider a giant win on my behalf. On the bed, she steadies herself and dives after me. I catch her with both hands and fumble with her bra strap. I want to be more smooth, suave about the whole thing, but my body is shaking like a crack addict in need of a hit.

Ally is my drug.

Her bra goes flying across the room and I step back to take in and admire these beautiful breasts laid out before me. Her nipples are the perfect shade of pink, and beautifully round and erect. They look like little candies and I bury my face in them for a taste.

She gasps the moment my hot mouth is on her smooth skin. I flick and lick the small hard nipple, hungry for her. I grab it with my teeth and pull back, shaking my head a little to watch them jiggle. God, I love her breasts. I never need to look at another one again.

I repeat the process with her left nipple, savoring the sighs and groans coming from her perfect mouth as I pleasure her and run my hands down her bare back. Her hands are in my hair, pulling and scratching. A good head scratch is also one of my favorite things in the whole world, but this is more sensual, desperate. This girl is so wound up for me it’s crazy. I can smell her sex from here, begging me for a sweet taste.

It’s all I can do to pace myself and continue loving on her tits, when all I want to do is dive tongue first into her pussy.

I spy one of her hands slipping between her skin and the band of her shorts and my cock immediately leaps and my balls draw up tight. Dear god. She’s going to play with herself. A hard knot develops in my gut and I have to focus on her soft breasts to keep myself from getting too wound up.

“Oh, god.” She murmurs and it’s pure sex in my ear.

“Are you playing with yourself, you naughty little girl?” I pull her hair back and expose her throat. I run my teeth against her skin and she shivers. “Are those fingers teasing your wet pussy?”

“Mmhmm,” she barely breathes.

“Are you touching yourself because of how badly you want me?” I suck on her earlobe and I can feel the goosebumps flooding her skin. Her body arcs into mine and she slowly thrusts herself against my hard cock. I can feel her fingers furiously rubbing her clit. “Are you touching yourself because I’m not touching you fast enough?”

“N-no.” She whispers.

“Are you a greedy little thing?”

“M-maybe.”

I suck on her right breast again and slip my hand down her shorts. I guide her fingers against her pussy, slick with want and heated desire. She moans under her touch now dictated by me and my cock absolutely aches. I want to bury myself in her and forget the world.

“Did you touch yourself while we were apart?”

She nods. I grin and move to her left breast. I bite down on her nipple and suck hard and another, “Oh, god” slips from her lips. Her fingers can barely move and I push them out of the way to have complete access to her pink center.

“Did you think of me when you touched this hot little pussy?”

Another gasp. Another moan. Another nod.

I growl and knock us over onto the bed, my fingers still furiously fucking her. Her cries grow louder and her core wetter. I withdraw my hand and she cries out, trying to force my hand back. Instead, I suck one of my fingers clean, left dizzy by the intoxicating taste of her, and place the other between her lips.

This greedy, beautiful, sensual girl sucks my finger so hard I almost come right then. Jesus Christ.

I press her into the mattress and suck on her earlobe. She seems to like that
very
much. “How do you taste, Ally?”

“So good,” she moans. Her hands grab for mine again.

“Do you want me to touch your pussy again?”

She nods.

“Tell me. Tell me you want me to stroke your pussy. Tell me you want me to lick your pussy. Tell me what you want my fingers deep inside you.”

“Yes, that.” She breathes. “All of that.”

I roll on top of her and tease her with a kiss, staying just out of her reach. She grows impatient and I can’t rip the smile from my face. “No, you have to tell me.”

“I want…I…” she flushes so red that she could be a Cardinal fan.

I allow her one kiss before I return to teasing her. “You have to tell me, Ally. Use your words like a big girl.”

“I want…” her voice drops off again. I kiss her hard and suck on her lower lip. “I want you to do that to my…to my pussy.”

She’s more red than I have ever seen. I love it.

“What? You want me to kiss your pussy?”

“Like you just kissed me.”

“Ahhh.” I move back to her earlobe and gently breathe into it. Fuck, I love the sound of her moans. “You want me to kiss it hard and suck on it.”

“Yes. With lots of tongue.”

“Is that an order?” I gently rock my cock against her leg, lightning shooting through my shaft. “Are you ordering me to lick and suck on your pussy?”

“I am ordering you to lick and suck my pussy.” She pauses. “Soldier.”

Goddamn, I love this woman.

“Aye, aye, Captain.” I reward her with another kiss and move down her tight body, enjoying another short trip to her breasts. Her hips rock against my torso, so hungry for my mouth to ravish her.

I don’t want to tease her anymore, because I know it took a lot for my beautiful girl to tell me what she wanted, so I run my tongue over her swollen cunt and enjoy the show as she writhes and gasps at my touch.

She must be relatively inexperienced in the bedroom to be this sensitive. That’s so goddamn hot. The idea that she’s never been with a real man before, that my years of screwing around were just practice for this moment...that her sexuality belongs to me. And I’m going to command it like a goddamn general.

I bury my face in her sweetness. My tongue presses against her opening and laps up the wetness waiting for me. I spread her lips apart to give me full access to her center. Her clit is just as swollen and all I have to do is blow on it to send her squirming.

I nibble on it, just enough to get her heart racing, and lick her again. I lick her like I’m eating a scoop of her ice cream, with long flat strokes of my tongue. But my girl likes it when I’m moving fast and hot on her clit, this much I’ve learned from her reactions.

Her clit calls for me, so I suck on it, letting my day-old beard stubble tickle her tender flesh. Her breath quickens and before I can blink, she’s got her hands in her hair, her eyes closed, her beautiful mouth gasping and moaning. I’ve got her in my palm and she can’t even see straight.

Two of my fingers slip into her wetness and curl into her. It takes maybe fifteen seconds and she cries out my name and my tongue is graced with the glory of her orgasm. I don’t stop, I keep on, I lick her until she’s twitching and breathless on my bed. Ally is gorgeous laying there, an arm across her face, her breasts heaving.

My cock is dying to be inside her. I want her to be full of me, so full she doesn’t know anything else but the taste and feel of my cock and my mouth. I want her to forget everything else in that sweet, saddened mind of hers and only remember the love I can give her.

What I’m capable of when we’re alone.

I crawl up her body and slide my coated fingers between her lips. She sucks them off and stares at me with an intense hunger in her eyes.

“Still want more?” I nudge her nose with mine. “Or was that enough for you?”

“You are never enough,” she whispers, a blinding smile anchored between her cheeks. “Though that was delicious.”

“You’re delicious,” I move back down her neck. “I could eat your pussy every day, Ally.”

“Oh,” she murmurs.

“I love that you love it when I talk dirty to you.” I suck on her neck and run the length of my cock against her soft folds. She feels like goddamn heaven, so wet and hot. Like our bodies were designed exactly for one another.

“It’s so sexy,” she sighs. “It makes me so wet when you do it.”

My turn to groan. “Oh god, please talk dirty to me, Ally. Get filthy with this beautiful mouth.”

She giggles. “I don’t really know how.”

“Oh baby girl, yes you do. Keep telling me what you like, what you want. It’s the hottest thing ever. Almost as good as watching you play with yourself.”

“You liked that?”

“Loved.” I groan and press myself against her. The tip of my cock is buried in her cunt and it takes all of my willpower not to just plow into her like a long ball. “Loved that so much. I want to fuck you stupid while you play with yourself.”

“I want to feel you come,” she says quietly, cheeks flushed.

“Yeah?”

She nods. “I want to watch your face while you do it.”

“Stay here.”

I roll over to my bedside table and fumble around for a condom. I’m about to make all my previous week’s dreams come true, and I’m too excited to be graceful. Finally finding one, I slip it on and jump off the bed, hauling her behind me by her ankles. I slide her to the edge of the bed and lean over to slide a pillow under her tight ass, so her pussy is flush with my cock.

Her legs are so smooth I could slide down them. As I’m positioning my cock against her opening, I kiss her legs and press them to my face. They smell like something fruity and sweet, just like her. I dream of this sweet scent.

“What do you want me to do?” She asks, eyes wide.

“Play with yourself.” I move her hands to her clit and use them to rub small circles around it. “I want to watch you take yourself to the edge. Then I want to watch you go over it.”

She groans again, but nods and touches herself in such intimate ways, I know she does this a lot. The idea of Ally doing this regularly is the biggest turn on, especially when I know she touches herself like this while thinking of me.

I wrap my fist around my cock and line up with her sweet pinkness. We hold a deep gaze as I finally enter her, and I may as well be at fucking Disney World. The world turns into a hazy world of slow color and bright lights and lightning in my cock.

I feel like a god.

I start slow to get her used to moving in time with me, and slowly build to something faster and harder. Her breasts bounce around in time to my thrusts and her fingers work expertly against her own flesh. My cock fills her entirely, surrounding me with a wall of wetness and heat. Our breath synchronizes and we stare deeply into one another’s eyes.

It’s so intimate and personal. It’s sexy and intense. It’s perfect. I know, I know. Everything about her is perfect. I can’t use the word enough, not for Ally.

Watching her touch herself is everything I could have hoped it would be. It’s a shame I don’t have more hands, or am more flexible, because I want her tits in my mouth while I’m fucking her and watching her. It’s impossible, but doesn’t stop the want.

“Do you like watching?” She whispers. My dirty little girl.

The primal side to me slowly takes over, grunting as I fuck her. I nod in response and lick my lips, watching her rub herself silly.

“Are you going to come?” She practically purrs it.

Fuck, I want to. “Are you?”

She closes her eyes and drops back her head. Her fingers work harder, quicker. Her breasts start to heave and her breathing speeds up. I know she’s close and God knows I’m barely holding on.

“Oh,” she moans softly. “Oh, Kemper. I love the way this feels.”

“Tell me baby,” I manage. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels…warm, and tingly, and like I’m about to fly.”

“Do you want to fly?”

“Make me fly.”

I garner my strength, raise her up by her ankles, and fuck her harder. My thumb slips between her lips and takes over for her. I want to be the one who gives her this. In a matter of moments, she’s right on the cusp, writhing and panting and gasping.

Another “Oh, god” slips from her lips and her eyes roll backwards. I let myself go in an explosive mess. Our bodies writhe and shake and fly apart. She screams my name, her hands now at her breasts. I fuck her until my legs threaten to go out, and then I fuck her some more.

We move together until we’re both limp. I gently pull out and flop onto the bed next to her, panting. She slides alongside me and nuzzles her head against my neck. I fling off the condom and fumble around for my shirt to clean up, but she stills my hand and pulls away from me.

This beautiful girl slips between my legs, pulls back her hair, and licks my cock clean. I laugh a little because of the intense feeling, but it slowly moves from ticklish to erotic. I thought I was experienced, but I have never experienced this before. She is brand new and utterly perfect.

“You keep doing that,” I warn her. “You’ll have to finish.”