Page 73 of Headed for Home

“I’m capable of following directions.”

“Especially when you get rewarded.”

My dick leaks. “Is that what this is about?”

She nods. “I’m gonna make you melt in my mouth.”

“Like penis candy,” I croak.

The dress I’ve been admiring all night swishes against her thighs. That gentle noise tickles my ears as she steps forward. Her stride is liquid as she slinks toward me. “Be a good boy and accept it.”

“Fuuuuuuuck.” My brain misfires, almost sending me to my knees.

Which would be problematic since Cassidy is lowering to hers. I’m granted an ample peek at her cleavage that gets my blood pumping hotter. She undoes my belt and jeans during the descent. A nimble tug exposes me to the cool air. That slight chill pebbles my skin but is instantly sent packing by her hot exhale.

“Damn, you’re big.” Her fingers try to meet in a loop at my base. “It’s crazy to picture you inside of me. I could wear you as a scarf, or a medal if I manage to shove your entire length down my throat.”

A visual of me stretching the delicate column is too much. I blindly reach for the saddle behind me. The stand creaks but manages to support my weight.

Cassidy flicks her tongue against my tip. “Are you happy?”

“Is that a serious question?” My strangled voice should be answer enough.

“I mean in general. With everything.” She blinks up at me and repeats, “Are you happy?”

Through the lust, I realize this is what I asked her just hours ago. “I couldn’t be happier.”

“You’re sure?”

“Zero doubt.” The conviction in my tone is a gavel delivering an undeniable verdict.

But her gaze still searches mine. “This life is enough for you?”

My palms cradle her upturned face, smoothing at the worry creasing there. “Where is this coming from, beauty?”

“I just want you to be satisfied.” Her touch drifts along my length, almost absently.

“Sounds like a trap while I’m in such a vulnerable position.” I thrust my hips.

She releases me. “I’m not joking. You’re a professional athlete—”

“Was,” I correct. “That’s history.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Of course, but I knew baseball wasn’t forever. That’s reserved for you and the kids. I can’t spend forever in a dugout on the road. The spotlight won’t keep me warm at night. Who cares about pitching no-hitters when you don’t have anyone waiting for you at home? A real life, a family, a purpose beyond the game, a future. That’s what I want. Something to complete me. And that’s you.” I drag my hand through her hair, tucking a section behind her ear. “Besides, I get to coach.”

“Hmm, yes. Solid response. You’re very sweet to me. I’m gonna be sweet for you too.” Cassidy presses a kiss to my shaft.

I quake from the sensation. My arousal has been steadily building and that soft tease threatens to burst the dam. But then my vision clears to see the mark left behind. The stain doesn’t usually smudge when we kiss. Maybe my dick is—

“Different brand,” she reveals to burst my bubble. “This doubles as lube. Strawberry flavored.”

It takes warrior willpower to remain upright while she drops more sloppy smooches on me. “That’s… tasty.”

“Very.” Another peck on my dick. “I didn’t think sucking a cock could hold appeal until I saw yours.”

Need strains my muscles until I ache. “Oh?”

---