“We may have also smoked a little pot too.” She laughed and slid her fingers between mine, sending chills up my arm. “Empty baseball stadiums are one of my favorite places.”
This was my private place, and I’d never taken anyone here before. Not that I could get into the Red’s stadium very often, but I’d never taken anyone to any of the fields I frequented.
But when I planned this date for Carina, I wanted to share it with her. I wanted her to be a part of this.
“You played baseball too, right? Not just frequent the fields to smoke pot,” she said, laughing.
I almost forgot that I’d told her. That time before Audrey seemed like a lifetime ago. “I sure did.”
“Were you good?”
“I got picked up for college. My parents wanted me to go pro, but without Erik playing with me, it lost its appeal.”
“Was he not good enough?”
I snorted. “He was way better than me, but he tore his shoulder in high school and decided not to push it. I guess neither of us loved it enough to go for pro.”
“But your parents wanted you to? Even if you didn’t love it?”
“Yeah.” I laughed, remembering telling them I was through. “It was my junior year when I finally quit. My dad was furious and said I couldn’t commit to anything and if I didn’t stick with something, I’d be a waste.”
She didn’t say anything, but her hand squeezed mine in support.
“Erik and I had just sold our first application and had a slew more in our back pockets. I didn’t need the scholarship anymore from baseball. I had more money than any twenty-one-year-old knew what to do with.”
“That’s amazing. They had to see how amazing that was.”
I tipped my head to the side and smiled at her innocent view of everything. “Not really. They honestly didn’t really care about it. They claimed a backroom application made in a college dorm was a waste of time.”
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine, pulling back just enough to let me see the sincerity in her eyes. “Well, you showed them.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“But,” she said, cocking her brow, her lips tipping just slightly, “I will definitely need to see you in tight pants, playing ball.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming. “Yeah.”
“Maybe someday I’ll play for you.”
Being done with her in another seat, I reached over, gripping her hips to pull her on top of me. Her knees went on either side of my hips, her skirt riding up, and her hair falling around us like a curtain.
“God,” I groaned, pushing her skirt up the rest of the way around her waist. “Look at that pretty pussy.”
Both of my thumbs slid along each of her folds, loving how wet they still were.
“Ian,” she whimpered, thrusting against my hands. “I need you.”
I jerked her hard right over my length, sitting up to reach her mouth. “Then take me.”
Her hands fumbled with the belt buckle and zipper, but she managed to free my cock. A few strokes already had me at my breaking point, and I needed to get inside her before I made a fool of myself.
“Someone could be watching,” I taunted. Her breath caught, but she didn’t stop. “Do you want them to watch you take this fat cock up your tight little pussy.”
Instead of answering, she lifted up and held the head at her opening before slowly sliding down. Her back and forth, never fully sliding down all the way, had me grinding my teeth until I’d had enough. I gripped her hips tight and slammed her down, loving the way she cried out.
Her hands gripped my shoulders and rocked back and forth, her warm heat driving me mad.
“Look at you,” I groaned, pushing her back so she could see my dick stretching her opening. “Look at all the cream on me—making a mess of me.” I slid her back down slowly, watching myself disappear inside her. “Would you lick it off? Would you suck me clean?”
Her hands buried in my hair, tugging hard. “Anything. Now shut up and fuck me.”
“Such a bossy little thing.” I nipped at her chin. “I may let you sass me daily, but like this, when I’m buried deep inside you, you’re mine. And if I want to sit here with you full of my cock and not move, that’s what we’ll do.”
“Ian, please,” she whimpered.
“Begging sounds so good from your pouty lips.”
She rocked, trying to gain more friction. Her warm heat like an inferno.
“Carina,” I said, holding her steady. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
Her movements stopped, but she didn’t pull off. “I’m on the pill.”
“I’ve heard that before,” I said with a smirk.
She shoved my shoulder. “I’m not on any antibiotics either.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Ian.”
“Not that I don’t want to have more babies with you,” I muttered without thinking. That had her pulling back, almost dislodging me.