King of Diamonds (All About the Diamond #2), стр. 38
My body is out of my control and I’m completely his. I cry out his name with every stroke. He’s the only reason I’m still up, I couldn’t hold myself up if I wanted to. Where did this come from? Is this off-season Rick? Bad Boy suspended Rick? “Tell me what you want, my king. Whatever you want, anything. I’m yours.”
“That’s all I want. You, anyway I can get you, my queen.” He holds me to him, stroking in and out, and I shake in pleasure. He follows me immediately, as if my orgasm is the final straw pulling him with me. He goes to put himself away and button up, when he realizes he can’t let me go. “Babe? Can you stand and pull your shorts up?”
“No and yes.”
“It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ll always have you, my queen.”
I pull up my shorts and he scoops me up in his arms before I can fasten them. Kissing me immediately. It’s like he gets elevator fog and then the fog clears. He gets us home, locks the door behind us and takes me to bed. He stops suddenly and inspects me, “Did I hurt you? I never want to hurt you.”
“No, I’ll be fine. You literally fucked me until I can’t walk. Where did that come from? Just the elevator?”
“I’m suspended. I don’t have to be prepared to play baseball. So, you get all of my energy.”
Well fuck me. “So, that’s off season sex?”
“I guess, yea.”
“You were sure demanding.”
“I think that was the elevator and you asked for it. You pushed with your words and that always does it for me. Whatever I want after our talk earlier, sounded good. But, Sherry, I want you the way you are. I don’t want you to change, then you wouldn’t be you.” He looks into space, contemplating something, “Did you like it?” His voice quiet and dirty.
“Yes. Seeing how long and thick you are, watching you slide in and out of me. Fucking insane seeing and feeling it.” I watch him and see his eyes glaze. “Baby, do you need more?” Next thing I know I’m naked from the waist down again and his face is buried in my sensitive sex. I never thought I’d be wishing for the off season.
Chapter Eleven
Rick’s alarm goes off in time for the game and he kisses me. “Game is on in thirty minutes. I’m going to order pizza and get the game turned on. Do you want to watch with me?”
“I’ve been waiting for a chance to watch a game with you. I’ll be out there in a minute. I like to watch the pre-game and review the lineup. Oh, no anchovies and if you want veggies on your pizza order your own separately.”
“Baseball with my woman and she knows her baseball. I like it. Mushrooms aren’t veggies in your book are they?”
“Of course not! Mushrooms are delicious fungus. Tell them to bring red chili flakes. Oh, we have jello shots left for tonight, too!” It’s going to be a good night. I pull my panties on with my Seals tank top and grab a blanket to picnic with pizza in front of the TV. I get myself settled in front of the TV and research the lineup on Twitter while I wait for the pre-game show to start. “The lineup is pretty normal, just missing you.”
“Who’s catching?”
“Stray is catching and hitting fifth, Cross is in center and leading off, followed by Mason and Martin. Are you watching as a fan or to breakdown the catcher or what?”
“What are you talking about?”
“The tone of the game. Business or pleasure? Maybe we should go ahead and get started on the jello shots?”
“Might as well. I need to get back to training on Thursday.” I line up the remaining jello shots on a tray and bring them to the living room. I grab a grape one, wait for Rick to be watching me and lick around the inside of the cup to release the shot, then suck it down. I want him to be relaxed and have fun while he’s suspended, not stress about the game. Rick’s eyes go dark as he watches me suck the jello shot and he pulls me to his lips, kissing me with need. I giggle like a school girl and grab another shot, repeating the process. I hand one to Rick, but he’s watching the game. I get it. I want to watch the game like I always do, but I don’t want my man focusing on a new catcher who is potentially his replacement. Besides, you should never waste jello shots. The doorbell rings and Rick hops up to get the door, “Stay down in front of the couch, the pizza guy doesn’t need to see you in your underwear.”
“Isn’t that how you’re supposed to tip them?” I laugh because, well, I’m buzzed on three shots.
“Sherry.” Rick scolds me. He doesn’t have a sense of humor when it comes to me.
I push it, “What? You never flashed somebody to get free food or maybe beer when you were too young or something? Maybe it’s a girl thing.”
Rick shakes his head. “Please tell me you don’t tip with your tits.”
“Sometimes you’re no fun. Of course I don’t! Relax and have a jello shot.”
Rick shakes his head and gets the pizza from the delivery guy. He sits down on the blanket with me and opens this huge pizza with pepperoni, sausage, sliced meatballs, mushrooms, bacon, and ham. The cheese is oozing off of it and the smell is making me hungry. It’s hot, so I do another jello shot. I’m not paying attention to the game, but I’m watching it. Mostly, I’m gaging it by Rick’s responses and there hasn’t been any. There’s no score yet and it’s uneventful. We’re playing a three game series against Houston, and they aren’t a big rival or anything. The games will be pretty tame other than the game action itself, and the stadium won’t