Bat Boy (Easton U Pirates 1)

Donovan was kneeling behind me, his arm encircling my chest and holding me close, just the way I liked. His other hand was jerking my cock, his warm breath tickling my neck, and it was creating the perfect storm inside me. My balls were heavy and ready to unload, but I was trying to savor this. Him. Us. It had been the best summer of my life, and I looked forward to starting fall semester at Easton U with him.

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear, and I hummed, feeling the affection down to my bones. Not sure I’d ever get used to hearing him say those words, not after we’d had to hold back for so long.

“Love you too.” When I angled my face toward him, he took my mouth in a searing kiss that left me panting.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” Donovan ground out, snapping his hips. “Want you to come first. Can’t hold on much longer.”

“You’re the one who had to stuff me with your monster cock,” I panted out. “You could’ve just stuck your tongue in my ass, and both of us would’ve been done in a hot minute.”

He groaned just like I knew he would, his hips driving against me harder. We’d gotten lots of practice rimming and fingering each other, and I always joked that it was his favorite thing in the world because he usually shot off super quick. One day I fully expected him to ask me to fuck him. But we had plenty of time for that. Our whole lives, if things went our way.

We discussed our future plans all the time. Graduating, then buying a house together, depending on where we ended up with jobs. There were so many possibilities. We’d made a pact to shoot for the same city, no matter what. But I also knew he hoped to stay close to Ricky, if at all possible.

“Ah, hell. I’m coming,” he cried out, his fist loosening its grip on my shaft as he unloaded inside me. He buried his head between my shoulder blades, trying to regain control of his runaway breaths, and trembling all over. I stilled, just listening to the sexy noises he made that kept my cock nice and stiff.

Then he doubled down, stroking my cock while stuffing two fingers inside my ass to replace his softened cock. Not having to use a condom had been the most amazing thing about being in a committed relationship. And Donovan never let me forget it.

“That’s it, Kel,” he breathed against my skin as I moaned. “My come is deep inside you now, so you’ll feel me all day.”

Well, he knew just what I loved to hear because it was like the pleasure receptors in my brain all reacted at once. Without warning, I bowed my back and spurted my come over his fist.

“So hot,” he said as we collapsed to the sheets. He pulled me against him and feathered kisses across my nape, making me shiver.

It took us another couple of minutes to get moving. It was always that way with us. Our snuggle time was our favorite, especially if it involved ice cream and baseball.

Eventually disentangling ourselves, we quickly showered, dressed, and headed downstairs.

“About time,” Jasmine said, rolling her eyes as she scrolled through her phone. “Probably a good idea to move your headboard away from the wall.”

“You’re just jealous I’m getting laid and you’re not,” I teased, bumping her hip.

“Says who?” she replied, flipping her braid over her shoulder. The twinkle in her eye said it all.

“Oooh,” Donovan and I said at the same time, remembering she’d stayed at the bar the other night talking to a pretty girl.

“Okay, whatever.” Jasmine motioned toward the door. “Shouldn’t you be going now?”

I gave her a quick hug before we went out the door. She had to work, so we promised her leftovers.

It was Ricky’s birthday, and the Donovans were having a party in their backyard. Little did Ricky know, the Pirates had a surprise of their own for him. He’d been to all our games in the super regionals, which we’d ended up losing by a very close call. Ricky had become a sort of superfan of some of the players, talking my ear off about all the individual stats, especially Devers’s, whom he’d never had the chance to see play before. It was endearing, really, how shy he was to approach him after one of the games to discuss his power-hitting.

After that amazing post-season experience, the team seemed to grow closer over the summer. Even Maclain and Girard appeared to tolerate each other better. I had a hunch that they secretly admired each other, but neither would admit it. It was much easier getting under each other’s skin.

The team had also taken to my relationship with Donovan super well. My dad had stipulations, of course, like no PDA on the field, at which Mom had rolled her eyes because she knew I wouldn’t anyway—that was how seriously I took my job. Dad knew it too, but he had to act like a hard-ass about it in front of the team. Fine by me. I was just happy it all worked out.