“Because I’m yours.” I pant as he lowers the cups on my bra and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
“Damn right you are,” he growls and moves to my right breast, placing gentle kisses around the bruises and flicking the nipple with his tongue.
“I have another surprise for you too.”
“What’s that?” He peppers kisses over my collarbone and up my neck.
“Chocolate covered strawberries.” I gasp when he bites down on my earlobe.
“What would you like to do with those?” The grin he gives me is wicked as he spreads my legs wide and trails his hands slowly up my thighs.
“I think you already know.”
“Does my dirty girl want to play with her food?” Oh my god, I can’t think straight when he says things like that while rubbing circles on my clit.
“I was curious.” I swallow roughly, watching as he picks up a chocolate covered strawberry and dangles it overhead.
“Let’s satisfy that curiosity then why don’t we.”
Holding the strawberry to her plush lips, I urge her to take a bite. Her teeth sink into the strawberry, causing a dribble of chocolate and juice to trickle out the side of her mouth. While she chews and swallows, I lick up the remnants and pry her mouth open with my tongue. The taste of chocolate, her, and the berry explode on my tongue, drawing a moan from my throat.
Taking a bite this time, I savor the taste while looking over her flushed body before feeding her another bite.
Picking up another berry, I rub it over her nipple, leaving chocolate in its wake. After the group chat, I was confused about celebrating with strawberries but now it all makes sense. I love pushing her to the edge of her curiosity and sexual experiences. It’s something we can do together. Food play has never been my thing, but tasting chocolate off Bree’s body is something I can definitely get behind.
“Chase, please,” She groans when I repeat the motion, teasing her with the cold chocolate and then lapping it with my tongue. Ignoring her, I move down her body, using the berry to draw my path from her tits to her belly button, licking up everything left behind. When the chocolate is almost melted off, I take a bite of the berry and chew as I think of my next move.
“I wonder what you taste like on the strawberry.”
“What?” Her chest rises and falls as I rid her of her blue thong and drop it on the floor.
“I need to taste you, Princess, and you want to play, so lay back and let me work.” Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs wide. “Look at you soaked and ready for me. Hold your ankles so I can feast.” I push her legs up until she grips them in her hands. Repeating the same motions I did on her chest and stomach, I tease a path along her inner thighs and around the outside of her pussy, licking and cleaning up the chocolate until she’s a writhing mess.
“Chase, please lick me. Oh my god, I can’t take it anymore.”
“One more taste first, Princess, then I’ll eat this perfect cunt like it’s my favorite dessert.” Using the last chocolate covered strawberry, I rub it over her pussy. Meeting her eyes through the opening of her legs, I lick one side of the berry clean and watch as her eyes flare and she gasps for breath.
“My favorite flavor. Do you want a taste?” Not waiting for a response, I collect more, take a bite for myself, and then offer it to her. When she takes it into her mouth, her eyes roll back and I lose all restraint. Abandoning the remnants, I swipe a tongue up her pussy and latch onto her clit, taking everything she has to offer.
“Fuck, oh my god. Yes, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Her fingers tangle in my hair, bucking against my mouth as she rides out her orgasm as it crashes around her.
“Best surprise ever,” I say when she comes back down, sealing it with a kiss. The last thing I expected when I came home tonight was for her to be dressed like a fallen angel in a Troubadours themed lingerie set with a piece of paper to sign so we can go public. It feels like I’ve been waiting on this day for years, even if it’s only been a couple months.
It’s finally here, the last game of the regular season. Since, the Troubadours clinched the division, we’ll be playing in the postseason starting next weekend. To celebrate, ESPN is broadcasting today’s home game. Miller and I are going to be mic’d up for the game. Normally they only pick one player to mic up, but since it’s my first season and Miller is, well, Miller, they decided to mic us both up.
“Chase, how’s your first season in Nashville been?” The host, Paul, asks in my ear monitor as we take the field for the start of the game.
“Man, it’s been great. These guys are so welcoming. I couldn’t have asked for better teammates and coaches. A postseason run doesn’t hurt either.”
“Definitely not. We’re glad to still see you on the team after the trouble you got into over the All-Star break. Tell us about that.” Taylor mentioned they may try to bring this up during the broadcast. It’s their way of trying to get the scoop.
“I’m not proud of what I did. I’m thankful for the organization, especially Mr. Davenport and Coach Crenshaw for giving me a second chance to prove to them I’m serious about contributing in a positive way to the team. I was a cocksure jerk in the minors and partied in my off time. It’s not like that in the Bigs, and I needed to grow up. Unfortunately, I made some bad decisions, but ultimately I’m grateful for what it brought me.” The batter hits the ball and I pause to watch where it goes. Fields moves over to catch it and throws the runner out at first.
“That’s your charity, right? Bark in the Park was a huge success. If I remember correctly you raised $500,000 for the local animal shelters and rescues in the Nashville area.”
“Yeah, it was an amazing turnout. We’ve been able to set up a foundation for the area rescues that need help and plan to host more adoption events.”
“Miller, we heard you got a puppy during the event, is that right?”
