“Yes.” He speaks!
“Talking is good. Now, how about telling me why you don’t want to talk to me?”
“I’m pissed that I let them get to me while I was on the field. That’s all.”
Let me read between those lines—I’m a weakness. If I wasn’t there, he wouldn’t be suspended. “We’ve had an emotional few days. I’m sure you’ll keep everything in check from now on. We all have our moments.” I stop and take a deep breath. “Or, I can quit going to the games.”
Rick gapes at me in shock. “You always go to the games. You love baseball. The Seals are your team.”
“All true, but baseball is a game and you’re more important to me. I can always watch it on TV.” He stares at me funny again. “Don’t you get it? You’re not a baseball player to me. You’re my king, my love, my boyfriend, my lover, my partner, my friend, and my soul mate. Baseball or not, we still have us. I’ll cheer for you no matter what you do.” I watch him waiting for something, finally the gleam is back in his eyes.
“I want you at every game with me. I won’t let it happen again.” Rick smiles at me, the first time I’ve seen him light up since we got home. “Soul mate, huh? Do you believe in that? And love at first sight and shit like that?”
“I didn’t until I met you.” My answer pops out without thinking. He leans in and kisses me sweetly, but he’s frustrated because he can’t use his hands to touch me. I check his hand and he’s no longer bleeding. I set his hand in his lap with the frozen peas on it while I gather supplies. I kneel in front of him and take his hand to wrap it back up. I place a gauze pad over the wound and wrap it up tightly. I put the peas back in the freezer and grab another frozen bag for Rick to put around his elbow. “Better?”
“Yes, my queen.” He says smiling.
“Good. What would you like for dinner? Pasta, breakfast or pizza?”
“Pizza.” He’ll always pick pizza. It makes my life easier tonight and I can focus on helping him relax.
I mix up a couple of extra large Screwdrivers and give one to Rick. “This should help you relax and numb you a little.” He smiles and takes a drink. I kneel on the floor in front of him to take off his shoes, carefully to not hurt the foot that got hit by a pitch. I pull off his socks. I unbutton his pants and pull them off. Rick just watches me. I take a drink of my Screwdriver and reach my hand around his cock to stroke him. I’m watching him carefully because I don’t want to hurt him and he has almost finished his Screwdriver that had five shots of vodka in it. I slam half of mine and set it to the side. I kiss his tip and suck it into my mouth, licking him all over as I stroke him with my lips. I feel his body stretch, wanting more and he’s starting to relax. I stroke him with my hand while I continue to suck and lick him. He runs his fingers through my hair with his right hand and feels my head as I move on him. His pleasure drives me to suck harder, move faster until there’s no turning back. I hum and take him completely in my mouth while I caress his body with my hands, pushing him over the edge.
He comes hard and lays his head back in ecstasy as he cries out, “Oh Sherry, I love you.” I stroke him until he makes me stop. “Please come here to me, baby.” He’s only partially with me, more on the drunk side.
“I don’t want to hurt you, my king.”
“On me, please. Please, Sherry.” I reach for my drink, but it’s gone. No wonder he’s wasted! I make another drink and pound it. “Baby please, I want you to get off wrapped around me.”
I don’t argue with him,
