I knew exactly where I wanted her and I couldn’t get there fast enough.
“Where are you taking me?”
I walked down the steps of the dugout and into the clubhouse with her cradled in my arms. “Anywhere I want.” My cock strained against my jeans, aching to be released. How could Jenny infiltrate me so easily? It’d be a sweet moment with her and me, and then we’d kiss—and then it was all over, I had to get my dick inside of her. Touching her did things to me. Then there was the fact that she’d trusted me on the field. She probably thought it was just me trying to have fun, but to me it was so much more than that.
I asked her to trust me and she did. It was huge in my mind, even if it was only in her subconscious.
She tensed under my grasp when she heard my words, and the promise that came with them. Her mouth was next to my ear and she whispered, “Well, hurry. I’m so wet for you right now.”
Fucking hell.
I got to the wooden double doors and yanked one open. I’d told the GM I was bringing a potential client to the ballfield. They were working the stadium with a skeleton grounds crew, so employees were going to be scarce. It was perfect.
Jenny’s eyes lit up when I walked us inside of the team’s locker room. She could ogle it later though as far as I was concerned. I had things to do to her body. I sat her down and she began to stare at the benches and lockers.
I gripped her around the waist and pressed her hard up against the wall next to the doors.
She gasped. “Ohh.”
I pressed my chest into her back, pinning her tighter against it, and ran my hand over the curve of her hip and down to her ass.
“You’re really going to fuck me in the locker room?”
“No, I’m going to eat your pussy from behind in the locker room while you claw your nails into that wall. And then I’m going to fuck you up against it.” I shoved her skirt up over her ass.
“Oh my God, Ethan,” she cooed, her cheek flat against the wall and her eyes closed.
I loved saying naughty things to her that left her speechless. She wasn’t wearing panties. I stared down at her soft ass teasing me out in the open, practically begging for me to fuck it from behind.
I clapped a palm over one of her cheeks and kneaded her soft flesh. “Yeah, you weren’t expecting to get fucked today. Were you? Not wearing any panties.” I smirked.
She acted as if she was shocked at my words. “I didn’t want any panty lines.”
I bent down and spread her ass so I could get a good look at her pale pink pussy. I could see her wetness already glistening from the lights overhead.
“Mmhmm, I bet. So fucking naughty.” I leaned in and teased her slit with the tip of my tongue. She moaned. I smiled, knowing my tongue could get any reaction it wanted out of her.
I reached up and pushed down on her lower back to give me a better angle. “Do you like when I eat your pussy from behind?”
“God, you’re so filthy.”
“We’ll see who’s filthy when you’re coming and my name is echoing around the room.”
“Fuck,” she whisper-screamed.
“That’ll come after.” I kept her spread wide and moved in, flattening my tongue over her entrance. Her thighs trembled and I worked her clit with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh my God.”
I worked her faster and harder, my mouth never leaving her until I could feel her teetering close to the edge of release. I backed off and stood up next to her.
“What are you doing? I’m so close.” She panted, her cheek flat on the wall.
I moved next to her and worked my fingers back and forth through her hot, slick folds. “You’re going to finish on my fingers,” I exhaled into her ear.
My index and middle fingers slid into her with hardly any resistance.
“So wet for me, baby.”
She nodded and her eyes fluttered closed.
I sped my fingers up and her ass started to buck against my hand. My free hand fisted her hair and I turned her head so that I could see her face. “Look at me when you come on my fingers.”
She opened her eyes and I watched them as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. Her body shook and her walls tightened around my fingers.
“Fuck, Ethan!”
“I love hearing my name when you come for me.”
She convulsed harder after hearing my words until her body was stiff as a board for a brief second. She gasped, “Oh my God.”
I unbuttoned my jeans and freed my cock. Settling in behind her, I positioned it against her pussy and teased it around the edges. “You’re not done yet.”
She started to say something and I gripped her shoulder and shoved inside of her.
“Fuck!” She flattened both palms against the wall and let out a long exhale.
I dug my fingers into her hips and yanked her into me as I pistoned in and out of her. Wet smacking sounds echoed through the room and commingled with her moans. It was heaven and fueled my thrusts as I fucked her as hard and as fast as I possibly could, unable to control myself.
Being inside of Jenny Jackson was so perfect—it all felt so right, everything about it. I watched her nails claw against the wall as her moans grew louder and the sounds started to vibrate from me hammering into her.
I reached up and gripped her over the collarbone and her head tilted back, allowing me deeper access. My load started to build in my balls and they tightened. I wasn’t going to last that much longer. Her pussy was too hot and snug, the friction too intense.
I slid my hand up the nape of her neck and into her hair before balling it into a fist.
“God, I love when you pull my hair.” Her words were sharp and she struggled to get them out.
I leaned over her and pulled her up so that she was almost upright while I continued to fuck her with everything I had.
My free hand slid down around her and circled her clit.
“Are you going to come on my dick?”
She nodded furiously against my hand, which was still in her hair.
“Good. Say my name when you do it and try not to scream, because I’m about to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked in your life.”
“Shit!”
I took a deep breath and rammed her with everything I had. She started to scream and I took my fingers from her clit and stuck them in her mouth. Her body shook each time I collided with her and she sucked her wetness from my fingers. I pulled them from her lips and covered her mouth with my palm as I fucked her relentlessly and she screamed my name into it.
She clamped around me and I shoved in as far as I could and let loose, emptying my cock into the depths of her. “Fuck,” I groaned as she spasmed around my shaft. Her tight pussy squeezed on me, milking every last drop.
Tiny goosebumps ran down the backs of her arms.
I kept myself buried as far as possible until finally sliding my semi-hard cock out of her. I couldn’t remember ever coming that hard in my life.
I let go of her mouth and hair, and could see her ribs expanding and contracting with each deep breath she took. She turned around and her eyelids fluttered before opening.
“That was—”
“I know.” I caressed her cheek with my hand and it flushed with pink.
“How did you—”
“No idea.” I panted and chuckled a little bit.
“I think you’ll have to do that again. After I recover of course.” She smiled.
“Oh, I will. I promise.”
After the baseball date and hot locker room sex, I drove us back downtown near the office. She kept asking what we were doing, but I told her it was a surprise. I parked the car and got out to open her door. She followed me toward the road.
I reached down for her hand and took it in mine before walking across the street. The way it felt was just—right. There wasn’t a better explanation for it. Everything about her and me seemed perfect.
When I was with her, I was happy. When we were apart she was all I thought about.
We strolled down the sidewalk in the middle of the afternoon on a workday. Suits came and went and cars roared in both directions.
“So, do you want to do something tonight?” I glanced at Jenny.
“I don’t know. I really need to spend some time with Kelsey and Dad.”
My jaw tightened a little. Why doesn’t she invite me to come hang out with them?
I hated myself for being frustrated with the question I was asking myself. Maybe she needed space. Maybe she didn’t want to bring a strange guy into her dad’s world right now. I was sure she had her reasons but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling the way I felt.
“No worries.” I gripped her hand firmer and pulled her closer to me.
“What are you going to do?” She looked at me.
I shrugged. “Maybe do some work or see if Matt wants to hang out. I don’t know.”
She looked down at the sidewalk. “I really want to do something with you. I promise. I just—it’s tough trying to manage things at home and us. I need some time with Dad, mostly.”
I checked three times for cars before leading us across the street.
“Oh, this place looks familiar.” Jenny scanned the area.
It was the park where we’d had our first kiss. All the feelings rushed back from that moment. The way she felt on my lips and the way she’d looked after I’d kissed her. I remembered the moon shimmering across the water and the heat wave that rushed over me when I touched her face. It was perfect. Then I remembered what happened after—the yelling, her dad. Would she be able to handle what I was about to ask her?
Anxiety shot through my body and my stomach was in knots. Was her father’s situation going to be too much for us to overcome? What about when he died? Because it was coming whether we liked it or not. Fuck it. I wanted her more than anything and we would make it through whatever happened. We had to. It was me and her. That’s how it was going to be.
We walked side by side down to the water, slowing with each step until we both stopped and gazed out beyond the riverbank. I turned to face her and squeezed her hand.
“I want to ask you something.”
She looked nervous, almost scared. “What is it? Is everything okay?”
I grinned. “Yeah, everything is fine.”
Her stranglehold on my fingers loosened. “Okay.”
I ran both my hands up her arms, to her shoulders. It was a little awkward, almost like what you would do to scold a child. I was fucking it up.
Goddamn it, Ethan.
“Oh my God, are you firing me?”
I swear she looked like she might cry.
I laughed. “God no. I’m sorry.” I couldn’t stop chuckling and I released her shoulders. “I’m a bit nervous and doing this all wrong.”
Jenny laughed. “Ethan Mason is nervous? Did you hear that, world?” She turned to the city when she said it and then looked back at me.
“Look, here’s the thing—” I fidgeted. I never fidgeted. “I’m just gonna say it.”
“Please do!”
How did she always make me grin like an idiot?
“Jenny?”
“Yes?”
It seemed so elementary school, but I’d come too far. I had to know. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
The corners of her mouth turned up to a grin. She stared at me for a few seconds too long. So long I started to regret asking it.
I looked away. “Sorry, it just felt like it needed—”
“Yes, you idiot.”
I whipped my head back to her. “Yes?”
“Yes, of course I will!”
I palmed each of her cheeks and kissed her the same way I did that first night when I’d tricked her into a date, and it was perfect.