Page 10 of Sour Brew Face

“That’s good.” I relax back into my seat, our hands still joined on his thigh.

“Sorry about that, I’m not doing too well with this whole dating thing.” He glances my way quickly with a chagrinned expression, so I smile back to reassure him.

“Certainly, an interesting beginning.”

He breathes a sigh of relief, “So long as it’s not the end, I’ll take it.”

Langston 9.

“Dinner was delicious, Langston, thank you.” She speaks softly as we walk hand in hand to my vehicle.

“I’m surprised your taste buds had time to register anything with how fast you scarfed it down.” I offer her a grin to know I’m teasing, and I’m caught off guard by her blushing. She’s so confident, it’s weird to see her shy away.

“I, uh, in the group home…we had to eat fast.” Suddenly, everything clicks.

“Shit, I didn’t even think—”

“No reason you should have.” She squeezes my hand to let me know she isn’t offended. “I learned a great many skills during my time in the home. Learned to take care of myself and how to scrap.” She releases my hand to hold both fists up and pretend to box. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Like a feisty kitten. She nudges my shoulder when she sees me smiling at her. “Shut up, I’m vicious.”

Opening the car door for her, I wait until she’s seated, then reach across her to buckle her in, letting my hand graze her body. I can feel the little puffs against my face as her breathing speeds up. Once her seatbelt clicks, I take my time drawing back, running my nose along her shoulder and up her neck to nip at her earlobe.

“I can’t wait to feel your claws…rawr.” The sound she emits has a direct link to my cock and it hardens painfully at her chuckling moan.

I hold her hand over the console as I drive us to our next destination. Her eyes rove rapidly across the landscape trying to figure out where we are going.

“Ok, I give up. I have no idea where you’re taking me.” She shifts in her seat to face me. I nod to a sign up ahead and watch out of the corner of my eye as her face lights up with excitement. She meets my eyes briefly and I can see the sheen of tears sparkle under the streetlights. “Batting cages? You…”

“At the bar, you said you loved playing in high school, but you haven’t been able to play since then. I thought…it’s stupid, isn’t it?”

Mo lunges across the car and wraps her arms around me, kissing my cheek again and again. “Stupidly perfect! I can’t believe you remembered that. This is…God, this is amazing. Thank you! I did not expect this.”

My nerves settle now that I know she likes my surprise. “What were you expecting?”

She snorts a laugh, “Given how your mom responded to me earlier, I assumed after fattening me up at the restaurant, you were taking me to a field to chop me up into little pieces while she heats up the barbeque.”

I snap my head to look at her, my mouth open in shock. “What? What happened with my mom?”

Mo deflates in the seat, her smile dimming at my reaction. “Uh…”

“Tell me.” I plead.

She waves me off, “Nothing to worry about.” When I start to protest that she explain, she effectively shuts me up by sliding her leg over my lap and straddling me once I’ve parked the car. “This is the best first date I’ve ever been on. Thank you, Langston.” Slowly, she drops her lips to mine in a soft kiss. Fire erupts in my veins at the slight touch and my hands move to her ass and grip her tight, pulling her down into my lap so she can feel the effect she has on me between her legs. She’s moist heat and soft pliant flesh and everything I need.

She moans, tilting her head as I lick the seam of her lips. Opening, our tongues meet, and that fire becomes an inferno. We sip from each other, swallowing down the other’s moans and groans, our lower bodies rocking together in a rhythm as old as time. If we don’t stop, I’m going to cum in my pants. She must be of the same mind because she rears back, breaking the kiss. We breathe heavy as our gazes collide and hold.

“It’s cool you brought your own bat, but I don’t think it’s regulation.” She whispers in the silence of the vehicle. It takes me moment to figure out what she’s saying. When I realize she referring to my cock, I lose it and throw my head back on a loud laugh, then drop it to her shoulder, pulling her body into mine as tight as I dare.

“You are something else, you know that?” I can feel her nod and her hum of agreement reverberates across my skin.

“I know. I’m not sure if you recall, but I played catcher in high school. I was good, but I’ve never played with my catching mitt so…well-oiled before. And in a dress.”

“I don’t usually play with other people’s bats, so I guess we’re both playing with a handicap tonight.”

“Oh, I don’t know.” She purrs, her hand snaking between us to stroke my length that’s begging to be released. “If you’re used to playing with a bat of this…magnitude, I don’t think you’ll have any trouble handling whatever is thrown your way.” Her lips tip up in a mischievous grin, “You feel pretty handicapable to me.”

I smack her ass, enjoying the way it jiggles under my palm. “Outside, before my own bat is too well-oiled to play comfortably.”

Mo 10.

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