Page 52 of Nailed at Home Plate

“So…where do you want me?”

I was still salivating over the glorious sight before me and hadn’t exactly thought the rest of this fantasy through. It was going to take me even longer to properly formulate words. While I hadn’t made a preference as to which uniform of his I wanted him in, somehow Jamie Rheems wearing the Sillys uniform was a thousand times sexier than I could have ever imagined. Maybe because it was therealJamie and not the Jamie from my fantasies. This Jamie was mine.All mine.

“Well, since we aren’t in the locker room…” Jamie’s brow arched high on his forehead. That fantasy was something to bring up to him later. Even though our locker room kiss was the hottest fucking thing that ever happened in my entire life, I didn’t exactly want to lose my job because I was caught banging the star catcher on company property. But maybe in the off-season…

My eyes quickly darted around the room for another plan. Considering it had been a week since I’d slept with the man, the closest surface was preferred. “The kitchen table works.”

A smile reminiscent of the Cheshire cat’s slowly made its way across Jamie’s mouth. I didn’t give two shits where he took me, as long as he was wearing his uniform and letting mefuckinghave it.

Jamie took a stalking step forward to close the gap between us. His hands went to my hips. There was just something so easy about this, so delicious. Like I had finally won the most epic lottery of my rather sad love life.

While this tryst was hot, it wasn’t just about sex. I mean, it was sex.Greatsex. Okay, fucking fantastic sex. And a whole lot of it. But the best part was this sparkling connection between Jamie and me right beneath the surface.

I no longer shied away from him. Instead, I tipped my chin up to catch his heated gaze as he edged me back to the table. There was such intensity there. His playful smile never wavered, simmering the desire deep in my belly. Just seeing him show up at my apartment, exactly as I asked, had me barely keeping my feral side in check.

“So…justthe kitchen table?” His smile curled into a wicked little grin. How was he on the same fucking wavelength of fucking as I was? Since he arrived, I’d already fantasized about half a dozen other places where I could enjoy him in uniform. A girl needed all the angles.

“To start.” I quipped back breathlessly. A sordid chuckle let me know that Jamie was in delicious agreement.

His hands grabbed onto the jut of my hip bones as he lifted and plopped me down on the edge of the table. The man didn’t want to move more than an inch from me as he wedged himself in between my thighs. Sliding his hands under the lifted hem of my oversized T-shirt, I sat in wait for the little surprise I had, by chance, left for him.

Jamie’s eyes went wide for a second before his gaze darkened as he found, or well, didn’t find a certain piece of clothing between my thighs. With a deep growl in his throat, he crushed my hips to his. A gasp left my mouth as I felt how fucking hard he was already. There was no cup to cage his erection. For a momentI was worried about how much of a creamy mess I just made all over the front of them.

With dizzying speed, his one hand grabbed the corner of my jaw to hold me right where he wanted while the other furiously worked his belt open. This man could multitask like no other. Our mouths met hard and fast after our rather calm flirtatious interlude leading up to this.

I heard his belt buckle jingle as it fell loose after his other hand joined the first to make quick work of it. The back of his hands graced my bare inner thighs as he quickly worked the fly open. God love this man. He understood the assignment perfectly.

My hands shot down to greet his erect cock as he shoved his uniform pants and boxer briefs down just far enough for the zipper to not be a bother. Fuck, he was going to be such a fucking vision fucking me. I could only manage a one-track mind at the moment.

With one hand I admired the taut silken skin while my other flailed behind me in my haphazard search for the protection I’d secretly stashed away. The lid to the sugar bowl clattered onto the wooden tabletop. The noise startled Jamie enough to pull himself, breathless, from my mouth.

Tilting to the side a bit to see the chaos behind me, his eyes fell onto the now topless sugar bowl, filled with colorful condom wrappers. Needless to say, I thought it was a rather clever hiding spot for something so filthy. Jamie’s laughter made me grin.

“I see you learned from last time.”

“What, that we shouldalwaysbe prepared for unexpected sexy times, no matter where? Duh.”

“You know… I’ve been doing a bit of fantasizing myself.” Jamie gritted out as I put the condom-hiding spot to good use. Ripping open a purple one, I had to pause midair as he slapped his hard cock a few times against my already-throbbing clit. It made such an unholy wet sound. The noise that came out of me as I jumped from the stimulation was not human. Foreplay was not going to be necessary for either of us. “The thought of taking you bare. Coating your insides. Claiming you as mine in every fucking way possible.”

And it definitely wasn’t going to be necessary for the next century after saying shit like that.

He emphasized the point with a few slow swipes of the underside of his rigid dick up and down my slit. The ache between my thighs was unbearable. I knew I was readily slick and prepared to take him with little to no effort. If he kept talking and looking like that, I was more than prepared to take him multiple rounds without a break in between.

Technically going condom-free would be kosher. With an IUD in, I didn’t have to pay daily birth control any mind. On Jamie’s side of things, I knew that the guys needed clean bills of health to play. And considering his confession of years since his last partner, I didn’t feel like I had much to worry about.

But that was a conversation for another time with much cooler and less horny heads. He was already gloved up and ready for action. Why let it go to waste? Barely getting my brain back online, I finished rolling the rubber down his shaft.

Taking action, I hooked my ankles together around his ass and pulled him in close. Immediately he got the point and took over, grabbing my hips as he took aim and thrust inside me with an almostbruising force. The mutual moans that shot out of our mouths reverberated off the walls of the kitchen. Oh, fuck yes. I needed this.

Jamie waited until I relaxed around him enough that he wouldn’t hurt me if he moved. There was an initial testing thrust before all hell broke loose. Grabbing two fistfuls of his uniform shirt, I held on for dear fucking life as he began a relentless pace. That was exactly what I needed to pair with the visual of him in uniform.

I could feel the table rock beneath my ass cheeks. The downstairs neighbor was not at all going to be happy with the rhythmic noise of the table legs practically vibrating against the tiled floor. Considering it wasn’t an ungodly hour, maybe they’d forgive me.

My eyes hazily drifted over the utter vision in front of me. My knuckles were white from the grip that I had on his jersey. The Philly Sillys logo was crumpled into sharp hills and valleys of wrinkles as they fanned out from my curled fingers.

“Oh, fuck, Cady.” Jamie gasped out as my eyes found his. They were dark and intense, almost as if they were staring into my soul. “This is fucking heaven.” The words and tone of his voice were an utter aphrodisiac as they slipped, hot and breathless from his parted lips.

My wildest fantasy come true.

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