Bases Loaded (Mustangs Baseball) (11 page)

Her heart beat a
primal rhythm that matched the hushed breaking of waves against the hull of the
boat.

She spiraled out
of control. Each stroke of his tongue, every flick across her clit, drove her
closer to the unknown. There was a dangerous abyss out there. She couldn’t see
it, but she could feel herself inching that way.

She couldn’t
remain still. Her hips moved in contretemps to the rhythm he’d established.
Antonio seamlessly adapted to her movements, using her contribution to his
advantage.

It seemed as if
even the slight movement of the ship had joined in the quest to drive her past
the edge of sanity, rocking in perfect time with her hips and Antonio’s mouth.
It was too much. She couldn’t fight it, didn’t want to. The mysterious
tightening began in her clit and spread to her abdomen. Another swipe of his
tongue. Another dance inside her, and out to shuffle with her clit….

The tight coil
unwound, exploding into a shower of stars behind her tightly closed eyelids. An
incoherent cry escaped her lips and was swallowed up by the vast emptiness
surrounding them. Antonio’s mouth wrung every last spasm from her before he
sighed and pressed his cheek to her inner thigh. He kissed each trembling thigh
and slowly stood, cradling her with his strength.

She fell into his
embrace, snaking her arms around his waist and pressing her face against the
satin heat of his skin. Beneath her cheek, his heart thumped like a caged
animal wanting out.

“I’ll never get
enough of you.” The words rumbled in his chest before they broke free on a
groan.

“That was….” She
shook her head, unable to come up with adequate words.

“Incredible?”

“Better.”

“I know what you
mean, sweetheart. It was for me, too.” His hands swept lazy circles on her
back.

“But you….”

“No, I didn’t.” He
placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her face up. Their gazes locked. “I
want to be inside you, Clare. Now.” To emphasize his point, he rocked his hips
against her belly making his state of arousal abundantly clear.

“Yes.”

The word had
barely left her lips before he scooped her into his arms. His lips covered hers
in a kiss every bit as carnal as the ones he’d placed between her legs. Their
tongues dueled, Clare experiencing for the first time her own taste on a man’s
lips. She groaned and wrapped her hands around the back of his head in a futile
effort to control the kiss. Antonio parried back, devouring her mouth, taking,
demanding her surrender.

She relaxed her
hold and let her fingers wander through his hair. He eased back.

“Here or the
cabin?” he asked.

“Here. Under the
stars.”

Antonio looked
around. After a moment of indecision, he headed in the direction of the double
chaise, and deposited her on it. He dug in his back pocket and retrieved his
wallet. After removing a condom from it, he tossed the wallet to the deck and
shucked the rest of his clothes. Clare sat up. Moonlight framed his body. His
erection jutted toward true North. Before he could open the small foil package,
she took it from him.

“Not yet.” She
scooted to the edge of the chaise and closed her hand around his shaft. “I want
to taste you.”

Holy mother of
God.

Tony watched his
cock disappear past her ruby lips. She stole his equilibrium, and he was afraid
he was going to come down her throat or fall on his ass. Either was possible and
both were imminent. He braced his feet farther apart to absorb the roll of the
boat and bracketed her head in his hands. God, her mouth was hot, and that
thing she did with her tongue…it was…was….

“Clare,” he hissed
through gritted teeth. “I’m….”
Too far gone. Fucked.

He dug his fingers
into her scalp, but she continued sucking him down the road to perdition. His
balls drew up tight.

He should stop
her. He wanted to fuck her into oblivion, but Christ Almighty, her mouth…. Her
lips formed a perfect O, framing his dick. He watched, fascinated. Her cheeks
hollowed out each time she sucked him in and holy hell….

Her tiny hand
tightened around the base of his cock. She sucked harder, took almost his whole
dick into her mouth.

Fuck!

She gazed up at
him, and he could have sworn she smiled. Her mouth gave one more hard pull, and
he lost it. Lightening shot from the small of his back, radiating to his
extremities as if he’d backed into a high-power line. His cock got as hard as a
Louisville Slugger and felt twice as big.

Too late.

“Can’t. Stop.” He
was on a runaway train, speeding down the mountain with no brakes, and nothing
but an epic crash in his future. No woman’s mouth had ever felt so good. No
woman
had ever felt so good.

His fingers
twisted in her hair and dug into her scalp. He clenched his ass cheeks, flexed
his hips, and drove his cock to the back of her throat.

Fuck. Shit.

Fire shot from his
cock in spurts of pleasure so intense he thought his head might explode. He had
no control over any part of his body, least of all his cock. The circuits
connecting his brain and his tongue malfunctioned, and a garbled string of
expletives tumbled from his mouth with each gut-wrenching spasm.

When he came to
his senses, he stumbled backward. He wanted to blame it on the roll of the boat
but knew it was all Clare’s fault.

He collapsed on
the chaise, dragging her down beside him. She snuggled against him like an
innocent kitten. He could practically hear her purring. “Christ, woman. You
killed me.”

She rose to one
elbow and looked down at him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever be
sorry for blowing my head off. Not that way.” She placed her hand in the center
of his chest, leaned over, and kissed his nipple.

Every cell in his
body shot to attention. “Holy hell.” He rolled her to her back and covered her.
“Give me a minute, would you?”

She smiled
playfully, and he kissed her.

“You aren’t sorry
at all, are you?” he asked.

“Uh-uh.”

His cock surged
between them. “Witch.”

After the blowjob
she’d just given him, he shouldn’t be breathing much less horny and hard. He
wasn’t a stranger to fucking all night, but he did have his limits. It usually
took him longer than a few heartbeats to recover, but with Clare, it seemed as
if he was always ready. All she had to do was look at him, and he was hard.

“God. I need you
again.” He ground his erection into her stomach.

She brushed a lock
of hair off his forehead. Her lips curved up slightly. “I need you, too.”

She spread her
legs, and he willingly slipped into her welcoming shelter. He reached for the
condom he’d dropped earlier. She made a grab for it, too, but he got to it
first.

“Nope.” He shook
his head, peeling the packet open. “You aren’t going to distract me again. I’m
going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”

She lay back and
arched an eyebrow at him. “And how do I deserve to be fucked?”

“Fast and hard,”
he said, sheathing himself. “We’ll do long and slow later.”

He knelt between
her legs, wrapped his arms beneath her thighs, and lifted her ass. He
positioned his cock at her entrance. “Hang on, sweetheart.”

She raised her
arms over her head and clutched the edge of the cushion. Antonio thrust into
her, burying his cock to the hilt. She gasped at the abrupt intrusion but
rolled her hips to take him even deeper.

“Vixen,” he said,
sliding out to repeat the thrust.

She was hot and
wet, and she had an unnerving way of stealing his brains and ripping his soul
from him. No other woman had ever claimed so much of him before. She’d
bewitched him from the moment he laid eyes on her.

“Antonio.” His
name rent the air, a plea from her lips.

“Anything you
want, babe.”

“I want…I need….”

“Touch yourself,”
he rasped.

He almost choked
on his own spit when she placed the fingers of one hand on her clit and rubbed.
He maintained the rhythm of his thrusts, but just barely. There seemed to be no
end to the ways this woman could distract him.

Spurred on by her
self-stimulation, it was only a matter of minutes before he felt the tension in
her thighs. Lord, she was a sight to watch when she came. Every muscle in her
body grew taut for a fraction of a second, then like a rubber band snapping
under too much pressure, she succumbed. Her hips bucked in short erratic
bursts, her inner muscles clamped his dick in soft waves. After a few moments,
her body went lax, spilling across the cushion like hot wax melting in the sun.
Her fingers slipped from her clit to feather across her stomach. Her chest rose
and fell.

“Antonio,” she
said on a soft moan.

He let her hips
fall to the chaise and came over her. Sated, she was soft and pliant beneath
him. She opened herself to him and he took what he wanted, pounding into her
until that lightning ball of pleasure he’d come to expect with her claimed him.

Chapter
Twelve

He’d ordered
breakfast brought to their cabin so they needn’t dress just yet. Tony stared at
her bathrobe-clad form across the array of breakfast foods on the table between
them. She’d pulled her hair into a high ponytail that swished from side to side
with every move she made. Consequently, he’d forgotten all about eating
breakfast. All he could think about was wrapping that hank of hair around his
fist, pulling her chin up, ramming his cock inside her from behind, and riding
her like a prized mare.

An image formed in
his brain, and he couldn’t have dislodged it with a riding crop.

That sweet mouth
of hers would open wide only to be filled with cock, silencing her pants and
groans. He’d switch to her ass and lower her pussy onto another cock. God, she
would be beautiful taking all of them in at once.

Shit.
He
should not be thinking of her running the bases. Wasn’t going to happen, even
if the only way out of the club was to invite a woman and have her complete the
game. He’d stay an inactive member until he died before he would expose Clare
to that kind of debauchery. She was too pure, too real for that kind of kink.
Maybe their weekend together would convince her she didn’t need anyone but him.

He’d taken her
hard last night then made love to her slow and easy before sunrise. If he was
any kind of a gentleman, he would let her rest today so they could do it all
over again in the evening. He felt like a kid with a new toy. He wanted to play
with it all the time. At this rate, he’d wear it out before the weekend was
over, and that wouldn’t do. If he played his cards right, he’d have a lifetime
to enjoy her body.

“Antonio?” Her
voice cut through his lust-fogged thoughts.

“Hmm?” He reached
for his coffee.

“Earth to
Antonio.” She waved a hand across his line of vision. “Are you listening to
me?”

“Sure,” he lied.
He sipped the bitter brew that had grown cold while he mentally romped in the
stable with his filly and his stud friends.

“I asked if you
liked what I did to you last night?”

She took a bite of
biscuit smeared with jelly. Her pink tongue darted out to capture a wayward
glop of purple goo. Blood rushed south so fast he could feel his brain cells
dying. No problem, his auxiliary brain sprang into action.

“Uh….”
Eloquent,
genius. Focus.

“I’d never done it
before. Never wanted to, but when I saw you standing there, and I’d just tasted
myself on your lips…well….”

He swallowed a
generous gulp of cold acid, hoping his body would send some blood north so he
could decipher the code she was speaking. Last night. Never done it. Tasted
herself.

“You’d never done
what?” His voice sounded like an acid-erosion victim, but he mentally patted
himself on the back for successfully stringing together an entire sentence.
That wasn’t easy when his only functioning brain would fit in his fist.

“You know….” She
blushed, speared half a strawberry with a fork, and brought the succulent
morsel to her lips. She chewed and swallowed. “Done a man with my mouth.”

His balls were so
hot and tight they felt like someone was holding hot charcoal briquettes to his
groin. Lord, she was going to be the death of him.

He coughed into
his fist and shifted his lower half. His cock throbbed. He snagged his water
goblet, briefly considered pouring it over his lap to put out the fire, but
decided it was useless to throw water on a nuclear meltdown. Instead, he lifted
the glass to his lips and drained it.

“Did I do it
right?”

Holy hell
.
“Any more right and I’d be dead,” he answered truthfully.
And damned
grateful for the send off.

She blushed again,
crumpled her napkin, and placed it on the table. “I want to do it again.”

Lust momentarily
blinded him and stole his voice. He clamped his mouth shut to keep from
drooling like an idiot.

“Would you mind?”

His cock pulsed
out its own answer
. Please. Please. Please

“Come here,” he
said, scooting his chair back from the table.

Clare walked
around the table. He motioned her between his knees and parted the thick
terrycloth robe he’d donned this morning. His cock was locked and loaded. A
pearly drop crowned the tip.
Probably my brains leaking out.

With one hand, he
carefully adjusted his balls, reaching for her wrist with the other.

She allowed him to
guide her, sank to her knees between his thighs. He caught the gleam of wicked
delight in her eyes as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Witch.

“Babe, you can
suck my cock anytime you want.” He wrapped one hand around her nape and pulled
her head into his lap. Holding his dick in his other hand, he pressed the head
against her lips. Clare obediently opened and took him in. Paralyzing pleasure
gripped his entire body, and for a few moments, all he could do was fist his
fingers in her hair and fight off the wave of darkness threatening to take him
under.

His hips rose off
the chair thrusting his cock to the back of her throat. She faltered, looked up
at him with questioning eyes. He felt like a shit. She was giving him something
precious beyond words, and he couldn’t control himself long enough to accept
the gift.

“Sorry. You’re
doing good, babe. Don’t stop.” He stroked her concave cheek. Her eyelids
dropped, and she pulled him down into the depths of insanity. He wrapped her
ponytail around his fist, gripped the chair arm with his other hand, and hung
on for the ride.

It took every
ounce of self-control he possessed to keep his ass pressed into the seat
cushion when instinct told him to move, to take charge, and fuck her hard. He
loved fucking pussy and ass, but Heaven help him, Clare’s mouth stole his
sanity.

Her tongue swirled
around the head, the rough texture against his most sensitive flesh almost sent
him into orbit. She took him deep, licking his length, making him blind with
lust and the need to come down her throat.

“Can’t…. Going to
come.”

She grabbed his
balls, rolled them in her palm then tugged.

“Fuckin’ Christ!”
His entire body tensed. He let go of the chair arm and used both hands to hold
her head steady. He came down her throat in hard, jerky movements that wrenched
his soul.

She sat back on
her heels and wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her robe. Her beauty stunned
him, but her lack of confidence broke his heart. Behind her sweet smile lurked
the brittle vulnerability she tried so hard to mask.

Tony peeled his
fingers off the arm of the chair and untangled the others from the silk rope of
her hair. He needed a minute to catch his breath. His heart hammered against
his ribcage, and his dick lay against his stomach like an overcooked cannoli.
His balls felt like they’d just been sprung from prison.
Free at last, boys.

With a little
rest, the equipment would be operable again. Thank God. Now, if he could
jump-start his brain.

Clare stroked the
inside of his thighs. “Antonio?”

“What?”

“Was that good?”

He chuckled. She
had no idea. “Babe, good doesn’t come close to describing what you can do with
your mouth. You could bring world leaders to their knees. Your mouth might be
the answer to world peace.”

“Am I good enough
to run the bases?”

Zing.
Electrodes zapped his brain into hyper-drive. His head came up off the back of
the chair like it had been launched from a rocket. Forbidden images flared
against his cranium, taunting him.

“What? You aren’t
still thinking about that, are you? Because we’ve been over that subject. You
know my answer.”

She ran her hands
up and down his thighs. He’d yet to try to cover himself, figuring the energy
was better used elsewhere. Clare leaned in and placed a kiss in the small
indentation where his sternum gave way to his ribcage. He jerked upright. He
brought his knees together, forcing her to scoot backwards. She sighed when he
whipped his robe closed and cinched the belt at his waist. Some conversations
required clothes, and this was one of them. Thank God she’d never taken her
robe off. The pure white terrycloth covering her helped remind him he was
dealing with Clare. An innocent. Mostly.

Hell.
He
raked his hands through his hair and stood, putting distance between them so he
could think. Stopping with his bare toes over the threshold of the balcony
door, he filled his lungs with fresh sea air.

“I know, but I was
just wondering...you know. Was that good enough?”

He faced her. “It
doesn’t matter. You aren’t going to run the bases.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” He
gripped his head with both hands to keep his skull from exploding.

“You said you
would think about it if I agreed to—”

“I know what I
said.” He dropped his hands, clenching them into fists at his side. “I’ve
thought about it, and the answer is no. N. O. There’s no way in hell I’m going
to let you suck another man’s cock.” He shook his head. “No way.”

“Are you saying
I’m not good enough?”

“Babe, what did I
just say? You’re the best, and even if it would bring about world peace, I
wouldn’t share that mouth of yours with anyone.”

She narrowed her
eyes at him. “You’re just saying those things so I’ll quit asking about Bases
Loaded.”

“What is it with
you and that club?” he shouted.

“Shh!”

He reined in his
anger enough to lower his voice, but couldn’t squelch it entirely. “I don’t
understand. Think about it. Do you really want another guy’s dick in your
mouth…or anywhere else for that matter?”

“Yes. I do,” she
stated, fisting her hands on her hips.

“No, you don’t.
You think you do, but trust me, it’s not anything like what you’re thinking.
Maybe it’s fun and exciting the first time, but then….” He shook his head.
“Then you have to do it two more times. With strangers, Clare.”

“They wouldn’t
have to be strangers. Why couldn’t I meet them before? Maybe I have met them. I
know a lot of baseball players.”

Godamnit. “That’s
not how it works. You don’t get to shop for your team, and believe me, if you
had met any members of the club, you would have had an invitation already, and
we wouldn’t be having this insane conversation.”

“Then why won’t
you invite me?”

Why wouldn’t he?
He was painfully aware of his own hypocrisy on the subject, but he’d made up
his mind. He was going to keep Clare all to himself, and at the same time keep
her from seeing the dark side of his personality. She just thought she
understood, had built the whole thing up in her mind into something it wasn’t.

Knowing full well
she would jump all over it, he offered up the only reason he could think of. “Because!”

“Keep your voice
down,” she warned. She glared at him with steely determination. “Why?”

“Because I’m
trying my damndest to get out of the club,” he confessed.

“And how do you go
about getting out of Bases Loaded?”

Tony turned to
look out at the sea. A few steps would bring him to the balcony railing. He
could throw himself overboard and end this insanity now. Or he could tell her.

“Well?” she asked.

God, save us
from determined women
. “The only way out for good is for one of your
invites to earn the charm. Then you can resign from the club.”

“Then invite me.
It’s a win-win for both of us.”

“No.” He shook his
head. He needed to make her see his side, and he damned sure didn’t understand
why she was hell-bent on playing the game. “What if you ran the bases and that
wasn’t enough…what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Validation,” she
supplied.

“What if it’s not
enough
validation
for you? What then? Am I supposed to arrange for more
men to fuck you until you finally see what I see?”

“You’re just being
crude now, Antonio.” She crossed her arms over her middle. “I want to run the
bases once. Nothing more.”

He stared at her
with the same look he used to intimidate on the field. She shifted her feet,
but didn’t cave.

“I don’t believe
this,” he said. “I don’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

“Believe it. I
know what I want, and I’m not going to forget. You say all the right things to
me, but refusing to invite me to run the bases makes a liar out of you. If I
was pretty enough….” She sighed and waved her arms around. “Or good enough, you
wouldn’t think twice about the invitation.”

“That’s bullshit.
I won’t invite you because you’re mine. I. Don’t. Share. What’s. Mine,” he
growled. His inner conscience picked up a now familiar chant echoing around his
empty skull.
Liar. Liar. Liar.

“I’m not yours.”

He took a step
toward her. “Mine.”

She took a step
back and shook her head. “This is ridiculous. I’m a fling to you. A diversion
until you get settled in Dallas. You and I both know it.”

“Don’t put words
in my mouth.” He advanced on her again.

“I’m not your
type,” she argued.

“I haven’t been
out with a woman I considered my type since high school. Unfortunately, Mary
Catherine Rinaldi’s type played football. She got knocked up by the quarterback
and married him the day after graduation. I really thought she was the one, but
I was seventeen. What did I know?”

“See. That’s what
I’m saying. You don’t really want me anymore than you wanted Mary
what’s-her-name. People like me don’t hook up long-term with athletes. We’re
nice for a night, or a weekend, or to help out when you need someone to look at
apartments with you. But we aren’t the kind of women you want sitting in the
stands when the cameras pan around looking for wives and girlfriends.”