Tamed V (6 page)

“I like to come here when I’m feeling pissy. It makes me feel better. Like you do.”

“Hmm.” She arches her back a little more and I pull at the straps of her dress.

“I’m not fucking you on home plate,” she laughs. My hands wander over any piece of skin I can find.

“That’s okay. Only players are allowed on the field, anyway,” I say, spinning her so her hands grip the railing. “How about this?” I ask, pressing into her from behind.

She doesn’t speak but pushes her ass into my cock. It’s already hard. It’s always hard when she’s around but her movement works like a green light, encouraging me to dive in.

I kiss her neck and shoulders while hiking up her skirt. Her ass is bare and I run my hands over the smooth skin. We’ve both taken to going commando for easy access, because we already know it’s going to happen. We just never know exactly when. I unzip my own pants and I palm both sides of her ass cheeks.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I state the obvious, but even though this is a consistent thing, she still makes my mind turn to mush. I run my dick between her legs, coating it with her wet anticipation. She’s slick and sticky and God, there’s never a need for lube, because she’s always ready.

I tease her, working my cock between her folds and I feel her fingers reach down to the space between her legs. She touches herself, grazing the tip of my cock in the process.

“Unnnfff,” she moans. I still haven’t entered her, instead tugging down her dress straps, releasing her tits into the open. I grab and twist her nipples while breathing into her ear.

“Goddam,” I say, when I finally take her, bending her over as far as she’ll go. It’s a beautiful sight. This girl below me. The open field. Home plate.

For this brief moment I realize this is the only purely selfish thing I have in my life. Hollis. Sex. It makes me feel powerful and I drive into her, over and over, eliciting a grunt from her with each pound.

“Yeee—“ she starts.

“Tell me, babe,” I grunt. Wanting the adoration. Needing it.

“Yeesss Tucker, godddddddd,” she whines.

“Harder?” I hope, because I want to go harder. I want to bang her harder than a line drive.

She nods her head and pants, “Yes, harder.”

I do as she says and we both start to spiral, her body going lax and limp over the railing. I wrap my arm around her waist and hold on tight, continuing to pump into her until I fall on top of her.

“Holy shit,” she says, holding onto the metal rail, attempting to catch her breath.

I look out over the field and at this half-naked girl, glowing with post-coital bliss and say, “I never thought I could love baseball more, but after that? I think I do.”

*

Sex with Bird isn’t crazy. I mean, it’s hot. Super hot. She’s all in and obviously so am I. She’s not into incredibly kinky stuff and I’m okay with that. I’m at that place and age, I guess, where I can get off just thinking about a naked girl, watching a little porn or simply having a hot girl breathe on me. I don’t need whips and chains to make it better.

Just being with Bird already is better.

She always surprises me, though. Tonight she gets on her knees in a tit-bursting black lace bra and makes me sit on the bed in front of her. I try to rip it off. I don’t need fabric, even just a little bit, coming between me and those tits, but she pushes my hand away and reaches for my cock. She licks it liberally, up and down both sides.

I lean back on my hands and close my eyes, preparing for an amazing blowjob. Instead of Hollis’ mouth I feel something different, something tight and warm and open my eyes. She’s taken off her bra and has begun caressing her tits over my cock.

The sensation is amazing.

With her hands she manipulates her boobs, rubbing them over and around my dick. She pushes them underneath, grazing my balls. She captures it tight between the two and runs them up and down, eliciting a shudder of pleasure.

Hollis smiles at me and I lean in and give her a kiss of appreciation, because Jesus, I knew I loved her rack and I knew it had many purposes but this was the best one yet.

“You do so much for everyone else,” she says. “I just wanted to give you something in return.”

“Yeah?” My hips have already started to move. I can’t help it.

She nods. “I want you to fuck my tits, Tucker. I want you to come on my body,” she says seductively, running her soft skin over mine. My dick passes over the bird wings, coating them with my excitement.

Bird uses her hands to squeeze her tits tight and she begins moving up and down. We both watch as my engorged dick slowly fucks her breasts. Needing more of her, I grab for her nipples, plucking them in rhythm.

“Fuck, baby,” I tell her, letting her do most of the work. I’m selfish with this girl and if she wants to do this for me I’ll let her, but I keep my hands on her because she’s sensitive as hell and I know she can get off, too.

The closer I get, the more I see her smile. She’s enjoying this as well. Occasionally she’ll slow her movements and push me high enough to meet her mouth, taking in the tip. She rewards me further by making those sounds, the ones that mean she’s close and then my balls hit against her stomach and holy—

“Come on,” she encourages through choppy breaths. It’s unnecessary because I come all over her chest. Then I jerk again, leaving a trail of jizz on her chin.

“Damn, Bird,” I tell her, reaching for my discarded shirt. I gently wipe her face and chest. She’s still smiling and I get the feeling she was into that, which only makes her hotter. We both crawl into the bed and wrap our arms around each other. “That was pretty fucking awesome. You know, most the time I just get a gift card of something for my volunteer work.”

She laughs and snuggles into my side. I see the tiny birds tattooed on her hips. “Tell me about the birds.”

Hollis rolls to her side so I can see her face. I brush a strand of sweaty hair out of her eyes. “I got the first one when I left home and then one for each place I moved after that.”

“Imagine if every Army brat did that. We’d have sleeves.”

She frowns and runs her hand over my forearm. “Don’t even think of covering these beautiful arms.”

I kiss her mouth.

“It’s more than the location. It’s the spirit, I guess.” She looks at me with those green eyes. So wide and sincere. “I never want to stop moving—well not yet. I like to keep on the road. Stopping here and there.”

I fight back the feeling her words give me. What she’s saying shouldn’t come as a surprise. I knew she wouldn’t be around forever. But now that she’s saying it, I know I’m not ready to let her go. Instinctively, I squeeze my arms around her.

“Where will you go next?” I ask.

“I haven’t decided yet. I’ll figure it out when it’s time.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “When will it be time?”

She shrugs, having no idea that this is killing me. “Oh hey, speaking of the future and everything, I have something for you.”

She climbs out of bed naked and I admire her body. The two dimples over her ass. The birthmark on her thigh. She removes a piece of paper from her purse and carries it back to bed, pulling the covers over both of us. “I found this online today when I was with Felix at the library.”

I take the paper from her and read it. It’s a flyer listing the tryouts for the next wave of recruits in two weeks.

“What’s this for?”

She huddles close to him and hangs her hand over his shoulder. “Look, it’s just in Gwinnett. Barely two hours away.”

“I know where it is, Bird. I already told you I’m not doing this.” I crumple the paper in a ball and toss it at the trashcan. It makes it in.

“Don’t you want to see if you can do it?”

More than anything, I want to tell her. Instead I tense my jaw and fumble around in the dark for my pants. “I should go.”

“Now?” she asks. It’s probably only around 10 PM and the kids are in bed. No need for me to be home before morning. I know this. She does, too, but I’m still buttoning my pants and looking for my shoes. “Are you pissed because I gave you that?”

“No.” I leave my dirty shirt on the floor and slip my arms into my hoodie, zipping up the front.

She gets on her knees and crawls across the bed, the sheet pulled to her chest. She looks beautiful, hair crazy from my hands being in it and it confirms even more that I need to get out of here. Get some air.

“I wasn’t trying to push you,” she says. “I just know that you are so talented and have so much passion.”

“I know,” I lie. Every word she says cuts deeper. I don’t need a girl like this. One who sees what’s out there. Who wants more. One who soars. I need a girl who’s happy to just be with me—be the girl of Tucker Jensen and leave it at that. I kiss her forehead and say, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

I leave through the basement door, going up the stairs and into the night.

Chapter 6

The next day I’ve moved past my emo place, but only because I’ve come to accept some things. Hollis is only here for a short while and I should enjoy every moment I have with her. She’s a dreamer and I’m not, and once she’s gone all these ideas of playing pro and making it big will go with her. Then I can settle back into my norm.

“That looks pretty gross,” I say. Sophie and I are in the dugout. I’m rifling through the First Aid kit looking for some antibiotic cream. She skinned her knee running home.

“I don’t want you to put that on there,” she says, inching away.

“It won’t hurt,” I say. “Promise.”

“That’s what you said when you pulled out my tooth. And that time with the splinter.”

I sigh and take off my baseball cap, rubbing my hand over my hair. Sophie. This is the real girl that will be the end of me.

“Here, let me try.” I look up and see Hollis. She pushes me aside and starts to tend to Sophie’s scrape. My sister stares at this girl with awe on her face as she cleans and coats the wound in the same gunk I just tried to. Damn. Bird must have this effect on everyone.

“Nice work,” I tell her after Sophie returns to the field. Adrian has them practicing base steals.

“It’s one of my superpowers,” she says, bumping her shoulder into mine. She focuses those green eyes on me. “Are we okay?”

I nod. “Yeah, I was just having a moment.”

“You have those—moments. I’ve noticed. But that’s okay. We all do.”

“At least this time I didn’t break anything.”

She gives me a questioning look. “Like what?”

“My fist or someone’s windshield. Or Adrian’s face.”

“You didn’t.”

I laugh. “I wish I hadn’t. I’ve done some stupid stuff in my life.”

She places her hand on my cheek and says, “Hopefully you’ll outgrow that.”

Leaning down, I give her a kiss. I only have so many left and I want to take everyone. When we part I see the entire field is watching us, including Adrian. “Guess everyone saw that,” I say.

I kiss her again, claiming her while I can.

*

The kids win the playoffs and take the title in the championship game. I focused on the team, pushing Hollis as far from my mind as I could—depriving myself of sex and her companionship for the week leading up to the game.

Sure, we’ve had a couple of groping sessions in the storage shed and a quick hand job in her car. Neither made a dent in my growing horniness and by the time the postgame celebration is over I’m about to come out of my skin.

“You go on,” my mom says, seeing me watch Hollis. “I’ll take the kids.”

To her credit, my mother has been around a bit more since we had our last fight. She still wants me to take the job at the high school. The clock is ticking on that offer. I should call by the end of the week to let them know. It just feels so final. Like a jail sentence.

“You sure?” I ask.

“She’s very pretty. Everyone has asked me about her. When do we get to meet?”

“Soon,” I say, but I’m not interested in family introductions tonight. I’m interested in getting that girl naked and doing dirty things with her. Shit. Just thinking about her...

“Be careful, Tucker,” she says. I give her a kiss on the cheek and beat it across the room. Hollis stands near Felix and his family.

“Tucker,” Hollis says with a smile. She has on a one of those filmy sundresses I like so much. The ones that make my imagination go wild.

“You about ready?”

“Yeah. Oh,” she says. “Have you met John? Felix’s dad? My brother?”

I see the man sitting with Felix’s mom. He’s got a short army cut and a stocky build. I reach my hand out. “Nice to meet you. Felix is my best player.”

“Great to see his final game,” he says. “And thank you for taking such an interest in him. It means a lot since I haven’t been around.”

“I understand.”

Felix and his mother look happier than I’ve seen them. John rests his hand on her huge, round belly. They’re complete, the four of them, and a sinking feeling fills my stomach.

Hollis’ hand slips into mine. “Ready?”

I look into her green eyes and follow her out the door.

*

The instant we’re alone, I drag Hollis to the bed. My brain is addled with lust and I won’t be happy until I’m inside.

We make quick work of our clothing, ditching shirts and shorts. I pull the white dress over her head and my mouth latches to her breast. “God I missed you. These,” I tell her.

“It’s barely been a week,” she laughs.

“Too long.”

She pushes me on my back and before I can blink her ass is in my face. “I missed this too.” I run my hands down the smooth skin. I’m hoping to taste her but she scoots forward and straddles over my hips. She glances over her shoulder with a tiny smile and rises up. I see what she’s doing and I reach for my cock and rub it along her pussy.

“Inside,” she whispers. I follow direction.

I thought I loved her tits. I thought they were my favorite thing about her other than her eyes. But now? This? She begins to fuck me reverse style, bobbing her ass up and down slowly. Methodically. Excruciatingly so.

“Babe,” I breathe, watching her shimmy up and down on my cock. She takes me in and then bucks forward until I almost fall out. I can see the tip of my dick barely hanging inside her. I pant like a dog.