Page 82 of Double Play

“What’s wrong?”

He adjusts himself with his other hand. “Being hard while wearing a cup isn’t ideal. I might break this thing.”

I can’t help but let out a laugh. That doesn’t sound pleasant. “How about I give you some relief? You know, just to make sure your cup is safely protecting you. We wouldn’t want you breaking it or poking out from it. I now have a vested interest in its health and safety.”

He gives me a sexy smile as he pulls his fingers out of me and rubs them all over the scruff on his face. I might have a spontaneous orgasm from watching him revel in covering himself in me.

Instead, I drop down to my knees and unfasten his baseball pants. I shimmy down his jockstrap and, sure enough, an extremely swollen, very large cock pops free. I’m not sure how he fit it in there in this condition. I’m not sure how that giant head fits in anything, including me.

I look up and am suddenly transported to over ten years ago when I used to lay in bed at night and look up at a poster ofa slightly younger version of this handsome man, dressed in this very same pinstriped uniform. It feels surreal. Not even the hormonal eighteen-year-old version of me could have fantasized about this moment. I can’t believe this is my reality.

I run my hands up his thick, muscular thighs as I lean forward. Dying to taste him, my tongue begins a long path at his balls and slowly licks all the way to and over his thick head. He circles that already oozing tip all around my lips, coating them in what he’s offering. With labored breath, he says, “You’re my every fantasy come to life.”

I inwardly smile at him feeling the same way I am. The feelings between us are already so strong. I know I’m not alone in it. Everything he says and does tells me he’s right there with me. Falling hard and fast.

He slides that big, beautiful cock of his as far into my mouth as I can take him. I open my throat so he can go deep.

His eyes darken, and his face is covered in ecstasy. He wraps his hand around my ponytail. “You should see what I’m looking at right now. You’re wearing my jersey, in my stadium, kneeling in front me, sucking my cock, taking it deep. So fucking perfect.”

Sealing my lips and flicking my tongue along every engorged vein, I blow his fucking mind. It doesn’t take long before he explodes into my mouth. I feel so satisfied giving this to him in his time of need. He spends countless hours giving my body pleasure I’ve never known possible. Over and over again. To be able to return the favor in some small way is extremely gratifying.

Still on my knees, I help him tuck himself back into his cup and lift his jockstrap back into place. He runs his thumb back and forth over my swollen lower lip as something special passes between us. I can’t describe it, but I’m certain we’re both feeling it.I think it’s love.

I know he has to be on the field any minute now, but he’s touching me in such a way that he doesn’t seem like he’s in any rush to end this powerful connection we’re sharing.

After a few intense moments, he pulls his hand away to get himself put back together. As he’s zipping his pants, the door to the equipment closet opens and we hear, “I’ll be right there. I need to grab an extra rosin bag.”

That’s not any voice. That’s my brother.

He takes one step in and stops short at the scene before him. I’m on my knees in front of Layton. Layton’s belt and buttons are still unfastened. His hand is on his zipper. It looks like exactly what just happened in here. Not a scene any brother wants to walk in on, especially mine.

Through gritted teeth, he growls, “Arizona, get up off your knees. Now!”

Like a child caught misbehaving, I immediately stand.

He points at Layton. “I knew it. I warned you to stay away from her.”

Layton blows out a breath and takes my hand in his. “I’m sorry, Q, but I couldn’t. I tried. She’s too special.”

“I know. She’s way too good for you.”

“I agree.”

“Stop this or I can’t be held responsible for my actions. Am I making myself clear?” He toggles his finger between us. “This isn’t happening. Whatever has started, it ends now. It’s over.”

Layton shakes his head. “We’re not going to stop seeing each other. I don’t care what you do to me. Hit me, hate me, whatever. She and I are the real deal. I’m not giving her up for you or anyone.”

“You wouldn’t know the real deal if it smacked you on the head. You’re nothing but an overpaid has-been, trading his fading looks and former talent to sleep his way through Philadelphia and every other city we visit. You’re a scumbagpiece of shit, and you’re going down, motherfucker. Right now.”

Quincy takes an aggressive step toward Layton, but I move my body in front of Layton’s and hold up my hand at Quincy. “Stop it! Both of you. First of all, I’m standing right here. Don’t either of you dare talk about me like I’m not. Neither of you speak for me. Ever. Second of all, I’m not a fucking child, Quincy. Stop treating me like one. I’m twenty-eight years old. I know what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with. Don’t you think I know a little bit about who I do and don’t want in my life at this point? Regardless, it’s none of your damn business. If I want to suck his dick on home plate in the middle of the afternoon in front of fifty-thousand fans, I will. It’smydecision. Not yours.”

Quincy looks at me with disgust. “You’re playing right into his games. He’s going to hurt you. Can’t you see that? He’s not capable of loving anyone but himself.”

I feel Layton’s arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me close to his body. “That’s not true. Just because I haven’t found the right person until now doesn’t mean I’m incapable. You haven’t either, Quincy.”

My head is reeling with his comment,until now, but I don’t have the mental energy to dive into that. I turn in his arms, pull his face down to mine, and softly kiss his lips. “Leave me alone with my brother. He and I need to talk. Have a good game. I’ll be waiting for you afterward.”

He whispers in my ear, “Is the dick sucking at home plate thing happening?”

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