When he starts to back away, my finger catches on one of the strands of his choker. I tug him back to me, pressing a bruising kiss to his lips. “How many marks do you want on you then?” I hum, breaking our connection.
His pupils are blown wide when he peers up at me through his long, dark lashes. Drunk on lust, he presses his erection into my hip. “As many as it takes until your body is painted in just as much of my cum,baby.”
I groan, pressing my forehead to his. Rolling my hips, feeling my hard cock rub up against his through the thin fabric of our athletic shorts, I place the choker between my teeth and hold it taut. My hands now free, I reach behind him, my palms resting on the firm globes of his ass before I start roughly massaging them, forcing his pelvis closer to mine.
I grunt, rutting myself against him harder. “Mmmph, so good,” he rasps, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Use me.”
The clawing feeling of panic I’d felt before starts to lessen the more it becomes encased inneed. Need for Gannett’s strong presence. Need for his unwavering commitment to do whatever it takes to see me through my storms. Need for him period.
Full stop—this man is my everything, and I never could have imagined him being mine.
That infuriating feeling his presence used to inspire was just the result of me thinking I could never have him—not like this. Now, not only do I have him, but I have so much more. I have family when I thought I was destined to live a life alone. I have steadfast love and a partner who is so much more than he gives himself credit for.
I have way more than I’ll ever deserve, but I will do whatever it takes to keep this from ever slipping through my hands.
I release the choker and curl one of my legs around him, sweeping both of his out from underneath him and sending him down to themat—landing on his ass with a grunt. “I fucking need you,” I huff, rushing to tear his shorts off of him.
Once those and his underwear are off, he lunges at me, rolling us over on the mat so he’s the one undressing my lower half next. Both our shirts come off right after, getting tossed away in a tangle of arms. I roll us back over, pinning him back to the mat, before I start nipping and sucking my way down his body—leaving a path of greedy marks as I go.
He’ll end up looking more spotted than a cheetah by the time I get him right where I want him: writhing and whimpering on this mat. His face ruddy with heat and lust. His dick so engorged that when he comes, he comes on a shout, painting my face until I’m fully claimed.
I suck two of my fingers into my mouth, uncaring that I’m practically drooling, trying to get them as soaked as possible. In one quick movement, I’m parting my lips, sucking his shiny head into my mouth.I swirl my tongue around, teasing the slit at the tip and then move on to his sensitive glans. I slide my spit-slickened fingers between his asscheeks, circling his rim a couple of times before introducing the tip of my middle finger.
Slowly, I pump my finger in and out of his asshole as he whimpers above me, his hands flying to my hair to grip it. I lean forward on my knees, my other hand splaying on his stomach, creeping upwards until I find his nipple.
“Unngh!” he cries out, his back bowing in the lumbar region, when I roughly pinch and roll his nipple between my thumb and finger. His fists tighten in my hair, and I press into his hole with a second digit. “So good. Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck, you suck me so good,” he pants while I bob up and down, nearly taking his entire length to the back of my throat. “G-god, I forget how fuuuuu-uuucking well you multitask…”
A laugh rumbles up my throat, and his cock throbs hard, gagging me. Reveling in the way using my voice stimulates him, I hum some more, grunting with every downward bob of my head. Finally, I take him as far back as I can, and swallow when I feel his tip graze my tonsils.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Gordy, p-pop off,” he pleads, his tone clipped and choppy. “I wanna f-fuckin’—oh, shit—I wanna come on your face. Baby, please!” He tugs at my hair, pulling me off his dick. I continue scissoring one set of fingers inside his ass, the other pinching his nipplehard. One of his hands shoots to his cock, and he furiously strokes it until his stomach dips and all his muscles tense.
His mouth falls open, his neck arched back, eyes scrunched shut. His dick erupts, and he cries out writhing beneath me. He gives me everything. His cum jets out of him, covering my face, my beard, even some on my chest and up my neck.
When the last droplets dribble out, I crawl up his body until my face is hovering above his. An offering being made. A token of my appreciation for him instinctually knowing when I needed him the most, because now those anxious feelings have dissipated.
“Lick me clean, Gannett,” I tell him. “Then, cover my cock in it.”
He arcs a brow up at me. “And then what?”
“Sit on my lap and ride me.”
He smirks, the most salacious, devilishly handsome smirk I’ve ever seen.
I can’t believe I ever tried to shove this man out of my life. I’ll forever be grateful that he’s the most stubborn shit to ever walk the earth. With him by my side, I feel like I could conquer anything. I’d never want to be in troubled waters without him.
Epilogue Two
One Year Later
I’m starting to think that I’ve set up my chair on the opposing team’s side of the field. I could probably still move, since me and the team are some of the first ones here. I guess it would have helped if I had paid attention to any of this shit back in school, instead of kissing on girls under the bleachers. Or, you know, if I had seen the big letters spelling AWAY on the back of the dugout.
This whole adult softball league thing is still new to me, so cut me some slack.
The town of Ternbay itself has a new team now, the Ternbay Titans. This is their first year playing, and, actually, this is their first home game. Gordy, having realized just how much he missed playing, decided to pull together a team and joined the league.
Interestingly enough, Gordy kept running into Weston Dunphy at Forge Fitness, and, much like West’s son, Easton, predicted, he gotover whatever the hell problem he had at the batting cages last year. Now, he’s reclaimed his old high school position of first baseman.
“Gannett!” Taryn shouts at me from the other dugout, his hand cupped around his mouth. “You’re on the wrong side! Quit flirting with the enemy!”
