Listen, Pitch (There's No Crying in Baseball 3)

I would not fail her.

Which led me to doing the impossible as I filled her at a glacial pace, ensuring that I took her slowly so that I didn’t hurt her.

By the time I’d rocked myself into her to the hilt, she was on the verge of tears.

And those tears made my heart clench.

“Henley,” I asked, worried now.

My balls were well on the way to imploding, and I’d never felt something as tight as her sheath wrapped around my cock.

“I’m perfectly fine,” she promised, wiggling a little. “Can you move yet, or are you going to break if you do?”

I found myself grinning despite the seriousness of the situation.

“Oh, I can move,” I teased. “I was just waiting for you to take me before I got too rough and lost control.”

Her hands came up and rested on my bearded chin—each hand framing my face perfectly—and urged me closer.

Then, she whispered words in my ear that I had a hard time discerning for a few long seconds. And when I did finally realize what she’d said, she’d pulled back far enough so that I could see the wicked grin on her face that proved she was one hundred percent serious.

“Take me hard. It’s always been my fantasy to be fucked up against a wall while my man loses control.”

I pulled out of her half an inch, then pushed back inside.

When she took that well, I pulled back, then tilted my hips up as I rocked back inside.

That time, she gasped.

I followed the same movements, pulling farther and farther out each time until I finally had nothing but my cock at her entrance when I viciously slammed back inside.

Each movement of my hips caused her entire body to jolt. She was sweating due to the steam, and droplets of perspiration was forming at her brows.

Her breasts jiggled, jumping with our mutual movements, and her eyes continued to stay locked on me.

I took her roughly for a few long minutes, careful to keep my movements just this side of too hard.

But when she started to clench around me in impending orgasm, I pulled away, looking down to see her pussy look like it was grasping my cock and hating every second of my retreat.

Her pussy was swollen, and there were traces of blood on my shaft.

That didn’t turn me off.

In fact, it did quite the opposite.

Seeing her virginity on my cock as well as our mingled juices was enough to make my balls draw up in anticipation.

I blindly reached for the shower knobs and turned them off.

Once they were shut off, I let her legs fall to the ground.

“What?” she asked, somewhat too loudly.

Instead of answering, I pulled her out of the shower and forwent the towel, going straight for the bed.

We were about to get the blankets messy. It didn’t matter if they were wet on top of that.

I reached for her transmitter the moment that I’d gotten her down on her back in the middle of the bed, and then fitted them in place, waiting for confirmation that they were on and working before I pulled away.

“Why?” she breathed.

I rolled her over onto her belly, and then pulled her hips up in the bed, her ass swaying with her need.

“Because,” I said, lining my still rock-hard cock up with her entrance. “When I come, I want you to hear every single word, grunt, and yell as my orgasm leaves my body and enters yours.”

She looked at me with wide eyes over her shoulder, but then a small smile overtook her face moments later.

“Do it.”

I did it.

And in the end, we were both yelling.Chapter 20How do you spell muscle? You don’t spell muscle, you flex it.

-T-shirt

Rhys

“What can you do for me?” I asked, handing the man that cleaned our uniforms Henley’s dress.

He looked at it with a raised eyebrow.

“If you can get grass and dirt stains, as well as blood stains, out of white jerseys, I’m pretty sure you can handle this,” I teased him in reply to his skepticism.

He grunted. “I’ll see what can do,” he replied in his thickly accented English.

Roddie, originally from Venezuela, was still learning to communicate, so sometimes it was slow going. He seemed to get what I wanted, though and nodded before placing the dress on top of the other uniforms.

“I fix.”

I gave him a high five and headed out to practice, a spring in my usually sedate step.

Today was going to be a good goddamn day. I guaranteed it.

***

Two hours later, I found myself trying to hold off a headache—and I was failing.

“Why do you have a dress hanging up in your locker?”

I grinned and pulled it out, inspecting it for any lingering stains that may be there.

There wasn’t any.

“My wife got all that blood on it after the game. I gave it to Roddie to see if he could get all of the stains out,” I explained, then turned to Gentry. “What’s it to you?”