“Fuck, you’re so ready,” he moaned, dropping his head to my tits and taking lefty by the mouthful. My hands wove through the strands of his hair with each thrust of his fingers. I was moaning for him to keep going. Thoughts of the windows disappeared.
I reached down between his legs and gripped the base of his cock, slowly squeezing up and down.
“You keep that up, I’m gonna cum.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I winked.
“Not like that,” he hissed as I tugged all the way to the tip, feeling the sticky precum. “Flip,” he growled.
“Flip?”
“Flip.”
I turned over onto all fours when he gently pushed me so that I was hanging over the side of the couch with my ass in the air. He sucked his teeth, then I felt a nip on my right cheek. I yelped, which made him softly chuckle before he gripped my hips and slammed into me, taking my breath for a second.
“Too much?” He moaned as he pulled back.
“No. More.” I barely got out.
“Good girl.”
He thrusted into me. The way he moved, so my clit was rubbing along his shaft, was the most tantric thing I could have imagined. From the angle I was at, he was hitting a new spot that I didn’t even know existed.
“I love your pussy!” he cried out over the sound of his slamming into my wetness, over and over until my orgasm built. My nails dug into the fine fabric and held on for life as each thrust had me closer to the edge.
“I’m so fucking close!” I cried, making him work faster until my climax. My body shuddered as my insides clenched, squeezing him until he was right there with me, crying out to the sex gods.
CHAPTER 29
JOSH
It was our first day back to work after her Papi’s birthday. I was trying not to make things awkward when we showed up, separate, of course. April insisted, and despite my protest, she’d won. To me, it was ridiculous. We had just spent the last two days fucking on every surface of my condo. Part of me wanted to show up to work with her.
I was starting to want the guys to know she was with me. Something had changed this weekend. As much as we were having fun, I didn’t want to hide it. I didn’t want her to feel as if I was ashamed of her. And this morning actually felt like we were sneaking around for real, not pretending.
Just before we had the huddle, I jumped into the warm-up room. April was stocking supplies in the corner. She looked adorable with her five-foot-three frame on her tiptoes, trying to reach the top shelf. I tucked in behind her, giving her ass a squeeze before taking the items from her and placing them.
“What if someone saw that?” she hissed, glancing around.
I shrugged. Truth was, I wanted someone to see us. “You’re sexy when you’re flustered.”
She swatted at me, but I caught her hand, and tugged herinto my chest long enough to inhale her scent. Christ, it was like a lightning bolt to my cock. I dipped my head and planted a kiss on her soft lips. She was shocked for a second, but then her hands gripped my jersey and she kissed me back. Soft, but territorial, and all I wanted to do was get lost in her. But she pulled away at the sound of the coach coming down the hall. I winked at her and backed up, just in case.
“Tonight?” I whispered.
She nodded and I left with a smile wider than my growing cock.
“Alright, listen up!” The assistant coach, Gentry’s loud voice boomed over the room. “It’s game day, we’re coming off two losses.” There was a collective grumble throughout the room. “We’re back on home turf, so make it fucking count. Let’s break this damn tie for the conference and win us the game!”
Catcalls and whistles rang throughout the room as we took our walk toward the field.
It was one of our family days. Out of all the events and themed days we ran throughout the season, this was always a team fave. There was nothing like watching the kids’ faces light up as they ran wildly around the bases or got to hit a ball, even if it just trickled out in front of them. We celebrated each hit like it was knocked out of the park. It gave us some extra pep in the game, something about not wanting to disappoint these little kids with our jerseys on, staring at us like freaking superheroes. We fought hard.
We were in the bottom of the fourth when my peripheral vision tracked April in the dugout talking to Kev. Something about watching their interaction had my stomach flipping. The way they laughed like it was an inside joke before he brushed his arm across hers had a flood of rage ripping through me.When did they get so chummy?
“Josh! Focus!” Jake yelled across the field as Thompson’sbat connected hard with the ball and launched it right at me.Fuck.
Sprinting forward, I tried to get underneath it, but I was slower than I should have been. It bounced a few inches from my grasp, landing with a thud. I raced to pick it up and toss it to first base, but I was a second too late as he slid over the plate and the ump shouted safe.
