His eyes close tightly as he exhales, fingers digging into my hips.
Knowing that I’m making him lose it like this turns me on more than anything. It makes me repeat the motion faster, bouncing up and down on his cock as a tight ball of pressure builds in my core.
“Close already?” His voice is low and sexy, with a slight tease to his words.
“Oh, and you’re not?” I tease back as I switch to swiveling my hips back and forth as I ride him.
“I was close the second you sat that tight cunt on my cock,” he admits as his fingers find my nipples, pinching and rolling them while his other hand plays with my clit.
“Fuck,” my curse is barely audible as sparks of pleasure explode all over my body, and the only thing I can focus on is the orgasm ripping through me.
My body loses the ability to function as sensation takes over, and I cease my movement, so he takes over and thrusts into me from below.
“Stay just like that,” he grits.
“Mmm, yes. Take what you need.”
Seconds later, his body stills as he comes, grunting and groaning, and he holds himself deep inside me. We stare into oneanother’s eyes as we both breathe heavily, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing that I am.
That was fucking amazing. I’ve had my fair share of one-night stands, and not once has it felt likethis.
Which is exactly why I pull away from his intense stare, lift myself off of his lap, and slide into the seat beside him.
“Well,” I manage to get out before the charged silence that settles between us suffocates me, “if you can pitch as good as you fuck, your team might do well this year.”
A loud, rich laugh erupts from Baseball Guy as he slides his jeans and briefs up, and something tells me it’s been a while since he’s laughed like that.
“You’re such a brat. You know that, right?” He half-chuckles, half-scoffs as he tugs his shirt back over his head.
“And you like it.” I wink as I zip my tube top in the front and swivel it around to the back.
“To be determined,” he replies, cocking his head as he smirks. His smirk shouldn’t be sexy, but it is.
“Seems a bit clingy if you ask me,” I throw his words back at him from earlier as I attempt to fix my hair.
“I could be clingy if you’d give me a chance to,” he replies, his voice lacking the teasing tone it just had. The playful energy turns serious in an instant, making me freeze.
Usually, this is the part I never have a problem with. I can tell them no thank you, have a good rest of your night or day. And yet, I find myself hesitating for a brief second, wanting to give him my number to do this again.
But I don’t get attached, never have and never will. I don’t have time to deal with heartbreak, so it’s easier this way to have meaningless hookups. Stay closed off and no one can hurt you kind of thing.
Plus, we’re both athletes with no time for anything else in our lives. It would never go anywhere.
My life doesn’t have room for commitment, and I doubt his does either.
With my hand on the door handle, I give him a polite smile. “I’ll be honest. I don’t have time for a relationship.”
“I understand what it’s like to be busy. I can work with that,” he says calmly, not put off at my attempt to brush him off.
I fold my lips together, taking a moment to think before I speak. I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but I also need to stay true to myself and what I want.
“I had a great time tonight. And in other circumstances, you’re exactly the kind of guy I’d want to try with. But right now really isn’t the best time for me,” I say gently.
Baseball Guy’s body deflates, and the hope I once saw in his eyes goes with it. “All right, not much I can say then. I had a good time too. Take care,” he says a bit dismissively, but I can’t blame the guy. Despite our great chemistry and the mind-blowing sex, he just got rejected.
“You too,” I say, giving him a small wave as I exit the car.
While I know this is the best choice for me, I can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if I did give him my number.
