He brought his hand to her chin, lifted it up, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him. “Do you think I’m a man of my word?”
She nodded, breathless.
“I am,” he said, staring at her with hunger and unabashed lust. “Now, do you want me to keep my promise?”
“I do,” she said instantly, her voice breathy. “I swear I do. I swear I need you right now.”
“I need you so much, and I’m completely sorry I didn’t send you a picture last night. I hope you can let me show you how sorry I am,” he said, taking her hand and guiding her to one of the leather chairs that overlooked the glass windows in the skybox. It was the top of the ninth now. The other team was at bat. Nate sank down into the chair, unzipped his pants, and slid them down to his knees. His beautifully erect cock greeted her, snapping to attention against his flat stomach. Her mouth watered as she stared at him. She couldn’t stop looking. He was so fucking beautiful.
“Come here,” he whispered, as he held out his hands for her. She was about to straddle him, when he stopped her to dip his thumbs into her panties and skim them down her legs. She helped him when she reached her sneakers, tugging them over her Converses and tucking them into the back pocket of her jean skirt. She was thinking ahead to when she’d need them again as they walked out of here. She stopped thinking ahead when he dipped a hand into his pocket and produced a condom.
Perhaps the condom was the line in the sand. Perhaps it was the symbol of the before and after. Or perhaps it was simply the means to the end. That end was something she desperately wanted. She straddled him, her legs on either side of his strong thighs as he rolled it on his hard, steely length. He brought a hand through her hair, lacing his fingers into her blond strands, then whispering, “Come closer, Casey.”
She reached for him, rubbing the head of his dick against her slick flesh. The feel of him was astonishing. The wild thrill that charged through her body from the very first touch of him, of his hardness against her heat, was a mere sign of what was to come.
“All the way now.”
She moaned as she lowered herself onto him. Her natural reaction was to close her eyes because the pleasure was so intense. But she fought the instinct, because she wanted to watch him and witness the look in his eyes change from hunger to passion.
She swore she saw something else there too. Something deeper, a longing for more. Something she was afraid to name. But something that touched her heart, and made her want to be closer. Even closer.
She settled on to him, savoring the feel of him all the way inside her. With his hands on her hips, he began moving. Slowly, taking his time, he guided her up and down his shaft. She shuddered all over as pleasure ignited in her, like the start of bright fireworks that only grow more brilliant until they lit up the sky. Hot tingles raced across her skin. She roped her hands around his neck, then up into his hair. He leaned his head back against her hands, groaning deeply as if he savored her every touch. His fingers dug into her hips as he thrust into her, penetrating her to her very depths. Here at Yankee Stadium, in front of 50,000 people, who didn’t have a clue what was happening in one of the luxury suites, she took him and he took her.
They took each other. Because nothing about their connection felt like role-playing, or a game, or submission.
Control was not given or taken. There were no power plays. There was only him holding tightly to her hips, drawing her up on his long, hard cock, then lowering her back down and filling her completely, touching her so far inside that she knew it wouldn’t take her long.
There was only her, loving every second of the way he felt.
Right now, the only roles they were “playing” were of lovers, coming together for the first time. The only thing that existed between them was a deep and dark desire to be consumed by each other.
As he grasped her harder, moving faster, he dipped his head to her neck, kissing her. He was always kissing her. He mapped a path to her ear and whispered, “Tell me, Casey. Tell me who your jealous lover is.”
“You are, Nate,” she said in between breaths, as the ripples of pleasure slammed into her and she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut because the feelings were too intense to take.
“Tell me who’s about to make you come,” he growled into her ear.
“You are,” she said as he drove into her, his cock filling her to the hilt.
“Do you have any idea how much I wanted to be with you today?” he said, and his voice was stripped bare. She looked into his eyes, and he was gazing at her as if she was a marvel to him.
She shook her head. “How much?”
“You were all I thought of,” he said, his breathing wildly erratic. He was narrowing in on the apex of pleasure too. Watching him near the edge flipped a switch in her body. She went from grasping for the sweet release there in the distance to feeling the start of it, deep inside her, in her belly, in her bones, in all the distant corners of her body and far into her mind. He was taking her there and there was no turning back from this intensity. She dropped her mouth to his lips and kissed him relentlessly as she rode him to the edge of pleasure.
“Say my name,” he commanded, breaking the kiss, his voice rough and needy and so damn hungry for her.
“Nate,” she moaned, as he gripped her hips.
“Say it again. Say my name as you come. Tell me who’s fucking you.”
“You are, Nate. You are. You’re fucking me. You’re touching me. You’re making me feel this way. You,” she said, grasping his shoulders to hold onto as she rocked wildly against his cock, as wave after endless wave rocketed through her, electric desire sweeping across every cell in her body and bathing her brain in endless bliss. He chased her there, thrusting powerfully once more into her, his hands digging into her hair, gripping her head as he groaned and grunted, and then called out her name as he came.
Minutes later she was still wrapped around him, not wanting to let go, when she became aware of the white noise of cheers and claps from behind the glass. She tensed for a moment, thinking, even though it was crazy, that everyone at the ballpark was aware of what they had done. But when she craned her neck and looked out the window she simply saw that the game had ended and the Yankees had won. She turned back to Nate and the look in his eyes was one she hadn’t seen before.
She couldn’t pinpoint what that emotion was exactly. But it matched the way he’d looked at her earlier, when she’d first sunk down on him. She feathered her hand against his chest, wishing she could capture that emotion, study it, and know what to do with it.