It turns out I really like “finding out.”Even when it’s a little painful and immensely frustrating.
“I have an idea.”Seth sounds like he’s smiling, like the sadistic asshole isamused.“Every time the Surf Rats do something well, I’ll make you cheer.”
Damiano laughs.“This will be fun.”
I shoot him a look.They’re ganging up on me.
My inner muscles grip Seth’s cock, wordlessly pleading with him to move, to do something,anything.I crave friction, movement.All I have is this stubborn shaft of heat lodged within me.
“Okay, watch.”Seth uses his free hand to point at the shortstop.
Faraday throws the ball to first, and the Rattlesnakes batter is out.
Outside our box, the fans explode in cheers and whistles.Seth pumps his hips, dragging out of me before thrusting back in again.I plant my hands flat on the table, unable to do anything except let him have his way.He’s still holding onto my nipple in that terrible, wonderful pinch.
I could come like this.I’m so close.
But as the next Rattlesnakes player enters the batter’s box, Seth stops moving.
“No,” I gasp.
“Yes.”He bites, then kisses, my neck.“You better hope Lex Bryant strikes him out.”
“Come on, Lex,” I mutter, eyes locked on the game while my body simmers.
The first two pitches are balls.I tense up, waiting, hoping for something better.
In a lazy voice, Damiano says, “How’s it going out there?”
“Not well.”I frown at him.
The next three are strikes, one after the other.Yes.
I whoop in relief.Seth starts pounding into me without mercy, pushing me forward until my chest touches the table.I can only lie here, take what he’s offering.He grabs my head and turns it so I’m facing the phone, and Damiano’s dark eyes.
“Are you going to come, brat?”Seth asks.“I don’t have much patience left.So if you want to come, you better do it fast.”
“I’m close,” I gasp.And I’m getting closer by the second.With every confident stroke of his dick, my body grows hotter, tighter.
“Come now, little brat.”He releases my nipple.
A strange, numb pain shoots through me, and my orgasm floods my system, muscles clenching, my heart pounding, ecstasy washing through me.Something happens in the game and the entire stadium explodes in cheers.I don’t know what it is, all I know is the feeling of Seth pumping a final time within me and locking his hips against mine with a groan.
“Fuck,” he breathes.“Fuck, Madison.”
“I think she’s full of remorse now.”Damiano’s tone is wry, his expression sated.I think he came, too.
“So full of remorse,” I whisper.
Damiano smiles.“I’ll call you later, okay, bella?”
“Okay, Sir.”
The phone screen goes black.Seth is still pressed against me, his body warm on mine.Too soon, though, he slides out of me.He pulls up my panties, disposes of the condom, and returns to pick me up.He carries me back to his seat and holds me in his lap.
“What are you doing?”I ask.
“Aftercare.”He keeps his eyes on the game beyond the windows.His voice is gruff, angry, and he holds himself stiffly despite the fact I’m limp in his lap.
