Page 24 of Curveball

“I plan to. Any girlfriends?”

“The only girl, woman, I want sitting on my lap is the one on there right now.”

“You’re full of crap, Quincy Abbott.”

“I’m not. There’s something comforting about having you back in my arms again.”

She relaxes a bit and smiles. I know she feels it too.

“I saw your game on TV today. Your curveball is wicked this season. It’s much better than in the past.”

“I love that you watch me, and I love that you notice things like that. We got a new pitching coach. I like him. How’s your team looking?”

“Not bad. We’ve only had practices so far. I’ve been spoiled having your sister catch for me for my entire career. As you know, a great catcher is invaluable to us pitchers. I need to get used to my new catcher. Our games start in a few weeks. I think I’ll be the opening day pitcher. The coach told me he considers me the ace of the staff.”

“Wow, that’s amazing, though I’m not surprised. Good for you, Shortcake.”

She smiles again as she continues playing with my curls. “I’ve always loved when you called me that.”

“I know. Your whole body flushes. You’d think I was saying something dirty.”

“You never say it in front of other people. Only when we’re alone.”

I never noticed that. I suppose it’s true.

We continue talking and catching up like old friends. As the evening goes on, she gradually becomes more and more comfortable with my roaming hands until she eventually leans back into me and begins to circle her hips a bit.

I sweep her hair to the side and run my lips up her neck, whispering, “I want you to come on my lap again. I think about that night all the time. Use me. Take what you need. I’ll talk you through it.”

She turns her head, so our eyes meet, and I nod in encouragement. Hesitating for a moment, she then spreads her legs a little wider, letting me know she’s onboard.

Lifting my thigh just a bit more, I run it between her legs with as much friction as I can in this position. She momentarily gasps, but then grinds herself onto me.

She leans her head back onto my shoulder and continues her movements on my leg. I whisper in her ear, “That’s it, Shortcake. I remember how wet your pink pussy got for me when I tasted you, when my cock was inside you. Give me all your juices.”

I shake my leg a bit. She grabs hold of my jeans and moans, “Oh shit.”

“I also remember how sensitive your nipples are.” The first time in the hot tub, she came as soon as I sucked on one of her nipples.

I’m able to discreetly slide my hand up her shirt without anyone noticing. I pull the cup of her bra down and tweak her nipple, which is hardened and ready. I wish we were alone so I could tear these clothes off her and take it into my mouth.

Shesqueezes her legs around my thigh. I can feel her wet warmth against me.

“I want to suck on this nipple and taste your sweetness. I remember how hard it made you come. I remember how rosy and perfect it is. Your big tits. I want them in my face. I want to slide my cock through them.”

She turns her head, runs her fingers through my hair, and breathes, “Kiss me.”

I hesitate only briefly before my lips find hers. Her strawberry taste takes me back in time to the night she was mine. The two nights she was mine.

I have no doubt my teammates are looking on in shock. They’ve never seen me kiss a woman like this before because I haven’t. I won’t. I can’t.

She grinds and circles my leg as our tongues dance a perfect tango. I squeeze her nipple hard, and she loses the battle of control. I swallow her moans as she begins quivering over my leg.

I kiss her through it, loving that she came on my lap again, just like that first night. I want to be inside her so badly. I want to do everything with her.

As she comes down, I can feel her smiling into my mouth. “You didn’t come in your pants again, did you?”

I smile back. “You knew?”

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