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

An inadvertent moan slipped free of my mouth, vibrating against the head of his cock, and he growled in response.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “You like this, don’t you, baby?”

I could do nothing but nod.

That’s when things got out of hand.

I forgot that this was a doctor’s office. I forgot that we’d come in here to do things that would’ve been better behind the closed doors of our bedroom. I forgot about anything and everything but Rhys, and the way he was making me feel.

I closed my eyes as his cock slipped farther into my mouth, rubbing against the soft palate. I swirled my tongue around the head, swirling off yet another drop of pre-come.

His cock, so thick and soft, filled my mouth almost completely with just the head.

Then he started to feed the rest of it to me, rubbing against the back of my throat with each thrust. Saliva started to pool in my mouth, and if I didn’t swallow soon, I’d be drooling.

Yet he didn’t seem to care.

And when I opened my eyes and started to lift my hand to wipe the saliva away, he shook his head. “Don’t.”

I stopped with my hand halfway to my face and then dropped it back to my knee.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

I did as he bid, and he started to go a little farther, this time to that point where I was on the verge of gagging.

“Ah, fuck.” He hissed. “I’ve wanted to fuck myself down that pretty little throat all damn day.”

Everything I’d ever wanted from him happened then. He held nothing back, giving me everything that I’d ever imagined he’d give me when he finally fought past that iron control of his.

He fucked my throat, like a man possessed, and just when I thought he was going to blow his load in my throat, he pulled back.

He panted, his eyes closed as he allowed his cock to rest against my mouth.

“Take your shorts off,” he rasped.

I didn’t hesitate.

One second, I was on my knees, and the next I was yanking my shorts off without taking off my shoes.

In my haste to untangle myself, I nearly tipped over, but he caught me with his hands firmly planted on my hips.

“Easy, baby.”

I didn’t feel ‘easy.’ I felt like I was in a different world. As if I was watching the goings on from a window—from the outside looking in.

But I finally got my pants and shoes off, and just when I was about to turn to jump him, he pulled my hips with one hand while he pushed on my back with the other. “Bend over.”

I did, and as soon as my pussy was exposed, he notched the head of his cock up with my entrance and pushed inside.

I’d never, not as long as I lived, get used to how big Rhys was.

His dick was wide and long, the head of his cock even bigger than that. And there wasn’t an inch to spare when he was inside of me.

He filled me so full that sometimes I wondered if it was healthy to have something that big taking me.

But then there were the other times when he was fucking me like he was doing now, that I realized that I couldn’t be more made for him than I was. It felt so good, felt so fucking right, that it could never be wrong.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed. “You better be close, because you feel too goddamn good.”

I was.

I was never far behind him, and he saw to that.

He’d never leave me behind.

Even if it damn near killed him.

“So fucking close,” he rasped.

That knowledge that I was making him lose control was enough for me.

My clit started to pulse, and I was coming. Clamping down so hard onto his thrusting cock that I couldn’t stop myself if I’d tried.

He cursed and pulled out moments later. “Cup. Oh, fuck, where’s the cup?”

I was halfway out of it, so it took me a moment to realize why we were there.

I scrambled up, my pussy still pulsing, and reached for the cup.

I had the lid off just in time for him to come.

A half a spurt missed the cup and landed on my face, and I couldn’t help myself. I had to dart my tongue out and lick it off.

That little bit was mine.

The rest they could have.

His eyes opened, and he watched me while he came, filling up the small specimen cup with his release.

The moment he’d finished, his eyes closed.

When his they flew back open, his eyes were shining with laughter.

“Almost forgot why we were here.”

“You and me both.”

He pulled away gently, and I was careful to replace the lid on the cup before setting it on the floor and standing up.

It was weird not to have him coming inside of me. We’d spent the last few weeks fucking like crazy, and not one time had he come anywhere but inside of me.