“It’s only been you for me, even in my dreams. It’s only been you for years. That’s never going to change. I’ll always give you everything you want from me.” I search his eyes for something, relief maybe. “I’ve never felt this way with anyone else. I’ve never told another man that I love them. It’s only you, my king.” His eyes relax as my heart tries to beat out of my own chest at my admission.
Rick whispers in my ear with his sexy voice, “I love you, baby. I love how you take care of me and I wish you’d let me take care of you.” I realize I haven’t given in on anything real, I’ve only offered him more.
“You take care of me. Paying my way has nothing to do with loving me.” I hear the words as they come out of my mouth and it’s the truth.
Rick’s eyes light up as he claims my mouth with his and rolls me underneath him. “I have other ways of taking care of you.” He says as he strokes into me deeply, taking control and, yes, taking care of me. His hands on me both soothe and excite me. “We’re sticky, my queen.” He pulls me up to his chest, “Hold on.” He carries me off to the shower and turns it on, blocking me from the cold water while it heats up. He kisses me and turns around, pressing me to the shower wall while he pushes into me.
I call out his name and he’s in complete control of me. I’m on the edge and he pulls out of me. I whimper at the emptiness and he slides down my body, licking and sucking at my breasts on his way down to his catcher’s crouch. His large hands move to my ass and hold me where he wants me, while he licks and sucks at my sex. My legs are shaky and he leans me against the wall, “It’s okay. I’ve got you, my queen.” I cry out instantly, flying over the edge at the flick of his tongue to my clit and he grabs me around the waist to keep me from falling to the floor. I worship his cat-like catcher’s skills, even more when he’s catching me. He lifts me back to his chest and slides into me deliciously. He strokes into me quickly and hard. “I love you and I’ll always take care of you in any way you’ll let me,” he whispers in my ear as we come together and he leans against the wall, pulling my head to his shoulder.
We hear a knock at the door and Rick’s body tenses. “That’s probably Cross.” He grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist on his way to peek through the peep hole. Rick unlocks the door, “Come in and help yourself to some coffee in the kitchen. I’ll be right out.”
“Dude, why aren’t you ready?” Cross irritatedly questions.
Rick runs back into the bathroom and slams the door behind him as he loses his towel and gets back into the shower with me. I giggle uncontrollably and scream out as Rick wraps his arms around me, holding me under the spray of the shower and kissing me silly. He’s obviously feeling better, and so am I. He turns the water off, “I need to go work out with Cross, baby. I’ll see you at the stadium. I know you’ll rock it tonight leading karaoke.” He smiles at me as he quickly gets ready and grabs his things. I dry off and stay out of sight since Chase is here.
“Dude, seriously? Tell me you didn’t have sex while I was getting coffee.” Cross complains, but more likely is jealous.
I yell from the bedroom, “No, we were already done. Just finishing up the actual showering portion of the shower.”
“How about I go have sex again and make you wait longer?” Rick being a smart ass looks to Cross for a response as he walks out with his gym bag, ready for their work out. Rick yells back to me in the bedroom, “I love you, my queen.”
Cross yells out, “I love you, too, sweetness.” Rick chastises Cross and gets laughed at in the process as they leave, locking the door behind them.
Tonight is the night I lead eighth inning karaoke at the stadium. I’m excited and anxious, only a tiny bit nervous because I don’t know what song I’m going to be leading. But, it’ll be a song I know well. It’s at the game, so I need to wear my Seals gear. It’s a 5:40pm game and it’s a warm September Saturday. I’ll be out in the stands early for batting practice and I decide to wear my denim mini skirt with a tank top, bringing my jersey and cap with me. I blow dry my hair and curl it, then put on a touch of make-up.
I’m concerned about the visiting team giving me a hard time again, but not as concerned as I am that I look good for the game and karaoke. I refuse to go out on the field and probably be on the big screen looking like crap.
I take a few minutes to myself to enjoy my coffee and eat some of the leftover cake, while I check my email, social media, and messages. Nothing new or crazy going on, so I have some free time for a change. I handle an important errand and restock the kitchen, making sure not to forget the whipped cream. Huh, I’m not sure what part I like best—The whipped cream on me, the whipped cream on him, or the shower. I lose more of my day considering this question in a daydream than I should probably admit, and find myself eating more cake.
Text from Sam - I feel like it’s been days since I’ve talk to you or my bro. Oh wait… that’s because it has been!
I read Sam’s text and
