Quit Your Pitchin' (There's No Crying in Baseball 2)

I closed my eyes and felt him suck on my neck. Felt the way little tiny shocks ran through my body, and I shivered.

“George…”

“Just shut up.”

“But…”

“Shut. Up.”

Then he kissed me and made me shut up. There was a lot of tongue. A lot of teeth clicking together, and a whole lot of fucking goodness.

It felt like he’d stuck my finger in an electrical socket the way that those shocks started to run to every single sensitive part on my body.

And then he started to run his beard and lips along my neck, teasingly, on the way down to my breasts.

My breasts, which somehow had become uncovered.

When he’d done that, I didn’t know.

I hadn’t felt the tie behind my neck be released.

But, then again, I hadn’t felt my panties disappearing, either. Maybe I needed to start being more observant when he was fucking me.

Then I nearly laughed.

I’d bet any of the women in this world would be in the same boat if George Hoffman was doing this to them, too.

And oh, God. What a ‘this’ it was.

His tongue was now circling around my nipple, and I could hear the crowd just feet away as he did.

The thought of someone coming in here was enough for me to be super excited.

I’d never once thought I had voyeur tendencies, but holy shit. My brain was going ninety to nothing!

“George,” I half-heartedly complained. “Oh my God. We can’t do this here.”

He laughed softly as he circled my nipple with his tongue. “Sure we can.”

“If we’re caught doing this, it’ll be all over the news,” I pleaded.

But I wasn’t sure what I was pleading for. Him to do more, or him to stop.

At this point, I wasn’t sure that I would care which it was.

But, that really was a lie.

I’d be sad if he stopped.

I liked that he was doing this.

I liked that he didn’t care where we were.

And honestly, I was fucking happy he was in here doing this with me, and not with Melanie.

I was going to hell.

But, I was going to do it thoroughly sated.

Because about the time that I’d decided to go with it, he felt the tension release from my body.

Then, he started to unzip his pants.

He backed away while he did it, and I really didn’t know why.

Was it because he was trying to make me understand that I could leave? Because if he was, fuck that.

I wasn’t leaving.

I was doing this.

I was a daredevil, goddammit!

And this was my husband!

I started to hike my dress up past my hips, and he wasted no time after that.

After ensuring that I was blocked by his body from the door, he lifted me up, slammed my back against the wall, and then dropped me down onto his erection.

It filled me so full that I cried out, causing him to chuckle.

“That’s me, baby,” he growled. “You can’t get that from anybody but me.”

I couldn’t. He was right about that.

I’d not found a vibrator that could replace him since he’d left.

And I’d looked.

Trust me, I’d looked.

The memories of George’s cock haunted my dreams. I remembered what he felt like. How full he filled me. How far he made my entrance stretch around his girth. The way he hit the back of me when he fucked me. And the way I felt like I was burning alive around him.

Kind of like now…

“Please,” I whispered, dropping my mouth back to his. “Fuck me hard.”

He bit my lip. “I’ll fuck you however I want. This was my payment, remember?”

I bit his lip back.

“Fuck you.”

He thrust hard. “No, baby. I think you have that backward. I’m the one fucking you.”

And then he proved that by fucking me so hard that my back started to scrape against the wall.

It didn’t really feel all that rough until you had someone as big as George pressing you into it, and fucking you so hard that your back rubbed up and down the semi-smooth surface.

I wrapped my hands around him tighter to try to alleviate the pain in my back, and he noticed, slowing.

“You okay?” he asked as he slowly fucked his cock in and out of me.

“The wall hurts my back,” I whispered.

He grunted something and moved so that I was against something else, this time it felt like a metal pole.

“Better?” he asked.

Now we were even deeper in the shadows—and honestly, I wasn’t even quite sure where we were.

A hallway, of some sort.

And somewhere somebody could come in at any moment.

But that thrill that was rolling through me was addicting.

I was overly excited now, and so wet that I felt like I was leaking around his cock.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “Lots.”

He moved his cock back inside of me again, this time pushing in so deep that I moaned low in my throat.

“Always loved that you were able to take all of me,” he said. “So fucking tight that sometimes I feel like I’ll be speaking soprano for a goddamn week.”