I fish the key from my pocket and open the door to my pad, wincing as I recall the shape I left it in.
“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone. And I don’t have much furniture, so it’s sort of empty.” I wave a hand around the sparce studio with a card table in the center. My laptop is open on it, just where I left it after Jayden and I spoke by video last night. The folding chair is pushed in, and last night’s Chinese takeout containers litter the tabletop. I gather those and take them to the trash then grab the back of my neck, feeling less like a grown man than those kids in the elevator.
Jayden wanders around the large room, peeking into the bathroom, then moving toward the mattress resting on the floor and kicking the edge. I haven’t bothered to get a frame for it yet.
“I hoped to have a more permanent place by now. But until I know if I’m going down to Iowa or up to?—”
“You’ll get called up soon,” she says, meandering toward me.
I waggle my head and shrug, less sure about my trajectory than I am of hers.
She shakes her head, though, and when she reaches me, she presses her finger to my lips.
“You’re too good not to, Jayden Vargas.” She lifts her shirt up over her head, closing in on me, and I pull my own off in anticipation.
“You’re throwing my words back at me. I see what you did there,” I say, kicking my shoes off, then slipping my pants and boxers down my hips and letting them fall to the floor as Colby does the same.
“I might be,” she says, in a coy tone. “You do have private access to the enemy’s new hitting coach. I could give you a few pointers.”
She slips her bra straps over her shoulders, then reaches around her back with one hand, unclasping the lacy white garment. It drops to the floor.
Fuck, I’m in trouble.
“I wouldn’t want to get you fired for real this time. You can’t share trade secrets,” I say, sliding my palm along her cheek and into her hair as she finally reaches me. She grabs my cock in her palm and squeezes gently, causing my eyes to roll back.
“Fuck me,” I groan.
“I will,” she says, stepping into me, sucking in my bottom lip and snagging it with her teeth. She lets go, and the scrape of her incisors against my skin makes my body rush with heat. Myhands move to her breasts, and I roll her hard nipples between my fingers and thumbs.
“Technically, my contract doesn’t start until midnight. So we have a few hours. What would you like to learn?”
My mouth curves up on one side as I glide my hands to her hips, then lift her up and carry her to my makeshift bed. I brace her back as I gently lower her on top of the navy blue bedspread I ordered online two weeks ago. Resting on my knees between her legs, I push her knees apart. My gaze remains on her face as I lower myself.
I like watching her blush, and the way she bites her bottom lip when she knows I’m about to do dirty things to her is enough to make me come. She’s holding her head up enough to watch my every move.
“First, I’d like to see what you think about my approach. Is it . . . solid?” I run my tongue along the swollen center of her pussy, and she hisses as she grabs a fistful of my blanket and pulls it over her face as her head falls back.
“Uh huh,” she whimpers.
“Nothing I should practice?” I ask.
She lifts her head again, and pulls the blanket away enough to peek at me.
“Maybe you should take another rep,” she utters.
My upper lip curls.
“Yes, Coach,” I say, dropping my mouth to her pussy and drawing a line from her asshole to her clit with my tongue. Her legs close around me, so I push them apart, pinning them wide.
“You can’t see me if you do that, Coach.”
I like calling her that, and she seems to get off on it, too. Her breath grows ragged and she unfurls her grip on the blanket, instead bringing her fist to her mouth and biting her knuckle.
I repeat the same move, this time flicking her clit with my tongue and drawing a loud whimper from her lips. As her hipswrithe, I slide my palms along her inner thighs, then hold her pelvis still while I continue to devour her.
I can feel her skin buzz with need under the assault of my tongue, so I press my thumb against her clit and rub tiny circles as I continue to swipe at her pussy.
“What else would you like to see? Do you want to know how I fuck, Coach?”
