Page 36 of Hit For Six (Balls and Banter #1)

Now Monty’s fingers inched down to Lola’s arse, twanging suggestively at her knicker elastic. She arched her back and plunged her fingers into his hair. It was the sexiest of dilemmas; needing him to keep going but knowing how much more pleasure they could extract from a game.

‘I’ve never stripped a hunky sports star. Let me have my cinnamon roll and eat it, Monty! You can undress me next time. Besides, you kind of already have with your eyes… along with who knows how many other thousands of people.’

She sighed. Why did she have to remind herself?

‘Sounds like a deal to me… and I can assure you it will be a very private affair on both occasions.’

Then the kissing reached Scoville levels until Lola broke away with a throaty ‘ahem!’

‘On it. On it! ’

Monty reluctantly pulled away, only to dive back in again for an explicit kiss, earning him a smacked buttock and a giggle.

‘Talk about keeping a girl waiting!’

Lola tutted as he stood in front of her, expectantly. God, he was perfect.

‘I’m all yours.’

Monty pressed his lips together in anticipation but he was forgetting a major detail or three.

‘If we do this, we do it properly. In all of your kit! ’

‘Damn, I wish I’d never suggested it now,’ he said grumpily. ‘This is going to take forever to put on and take back off again.’

‘Not with my technique.’

That soon aroused his excitement. He ran to his kit bag, pulling everything out, scattering bats, balls and wickets all over the floor as he hunted for his helmet, pads and gloves, which he secured to himself in record timing.

‘Now I’m all yours.’

Monty stood in front of Lola again, trying not to laugh.

She did her best to keep a straight face too.

Where to start? Lola decided to be cruel to be kind.

It took him a while to see where this was going as she got down on her knees to stroke his thighs, paying special attention to the sensitive upper inner areas, causing Monty to rumble out a series of mmmmm ’s.

The fabric of his shorts suddenly stretched across his pelvis as his hardness became more prominent.

Lola felt her nipples stand to attention but she was determined to make them both hold out.

The anticipation was just as delicious and this was going to be a marathon not a sprint.

She moved down to his calves, her fingers slooooowly pulling the velcro apart to release his limbs, before sensually moving her hands down to remove his socks.

Really, she should have insisted that he’d kept on his cricket shoes but they had to draw the line (or crease) somewhere.

Thankfully his feet weren’t too stinky but he was a little ticklish– and this was noted for future reference.

‘Lola, this is torture! Like getting a taste of the most ambrosial nectar from a giant goblet, then having it whipped away from you.’

What a comparison.

‘Yeah, sorry about that.’

She giggled naughtily.

‘I’ll be getting you back for this,’ he quipped gruffly.

‘Good… I can’t wait to see what you come up with.’

A flash of want tingled deep within as Lola moved on to Monty’s shorts, tugging them down at her agonising leisure, kneeling again to massage his buttocks through his boxers.

Calvin Klein. She did approve. Monty’s erection was enormous, doing all sorts of things to her insides and Lola couldn’t wait any longer to see it.

She cupped his full balls through the white cotton of his underwear first, ekeing out the delay to pleasure him with her mouth.

Monty let out a cry of distress and Lola whipped his boxers off, trailing her tongue down the shaft of his penis.

It was a beautiful thing, in so much as this part of the male anatomy could be admired.

Totally worthy of a nude statue in the Louvre, although she really didn’t like the idea of anyone else’s eyes feasting upon him.

‘You’ve given this some prior thought, I see.’

Lola went down on him before she could reply and his stream of consciousness stopped, his dick pulsing in her mouth as he let out a long groan of satisfaction, reaching for her hair with his chunky gloves.

Lola couldn’t be doing with those! She deftly freed one of her hands to multitask, pulling the inhibiting accessories off one after another and flinging them who knew where so Monty could touch her properly, igniting a delightful paresthesia across her scalp, his own pleasure mounting until he cried out:

‘Helmet, Lola. Now! I need to get my lips on you.’

Slowly she stood, her body flush with his so she could catch his eyes burning behind the helmet, his mouth ready for action beneath the guard.

It would be impossible to pull his cricket shirt up over his head without him getting stuck in it– along with a massive fit of giggles– so she gently undid the strap under his chin, lifting the helmet and throwing it onto the sofa.

‘Good work.’

‘Oh, I’m not done yet.’

Monty’s eyebrow shot up as Lola slid her fingers back underneath his top, rediscovering the contours of his body before his hunger had taken them on a detour. He sighed, biting down on his lip and she eased the garment over his head so that he was gloriously naked.

‘Where are we taking this, princess?’ his voice became urgent. ‘Sofa, bed or… indoor hot tub?’

Monty’s hot mouth was back on Lola’s in seconds, his firm hands yielding to her thighs, lifting her dress higher and higher, and although it felt like torture every time they inched apart and she wished they could stay like this, locked together forever, she almost bit him.

‘Did you just… Am I right in thinking I heard you say indoor hot tub ?’

‘Mmhmm.’ Monty’s fingers teased at her panties, stroking her swollen lips. ‘Oh, sweetheart. I need you so badly now. Just pick one of the three, else we’ll have to do it here and suffer the carpet burns.’

‘It’s g-got to be the hot tub,’ Lola could hardly speak, in the face of so much pleasure.

‘F-followed by the good old-fashioned bed.’ Reluctantly, she guided Monty’s hand away from her, but this was important.

She might be the guest in his apartment but she wanted everything to be perfect and they were in danger of giving in to mediocre if they didn’t have a plan.

‘I hate to get all organised on you, Monty. But I can’t stop thinking about how good that ice cream would be in the right kind of bubbles– after me drinking the wrong kind of bubbles.

Dessert in the hot tub, main course in the bed…

and you’ve already had starters. Besides, we’ve barely eaten. We need some sustenance!’

‘My kind of forward planning.’ He kissed her on the forehead. ‘And I’m all for watching you rekindle your love of bubbles. Don’t move!’

Monty deposited a flustered Lola on the sofa and raced to the kitchen, reappearing in moments with a tub of strawberry cheesecake ice cream and a spoon.

Lola’s libido was raging now as she thought of all the possibilities this fantastical combination might involve.

He led her by the hand to the bathroom and hit the hot tub’s multitude of buttons, setting the bubbles to max velocity.

‘Right, you. I’m not sure that anyone’s ever sat in a hot tub before fully dressed and I know there’s always a first but–’

And that was as far as he got, his lips nipping at Lola’s décolletage, his hands sliding the straps of her sundress over her bare shoulders before landing butterfly kisses on her skin.

This was the way a woman should be peeled from her clothing.

Sensually, reverently, consensually. She was all Monty’s.

He stood back to admire her (unusually) matching underwear.

Just a plain black supermarket gig with a little lace embellishment.

She could have been wearing Victoria’s Secret going by Monty’s reaction.

‘Wow. You are something else, Miss Smith and I intend to let you know it.’ Now she really blushed. ‘I mean it. Look at you!’

‘I can’t, exactly,’ Lola laughed, palms outstretched.

‘But I most definitely can and I’m not sure that I want the bubbles hiding all of this gorgeousness.’

‘Well, I’m sure the ice cream will make up for it.’

‘Hmm, it’ll have its work cut out but since you’re going to be feeding me… In which case, I guess I ought to be a little more gentlemanly.’

Monty pulled open a drawer and hopped into another pair of Calvins, as if he stocked a supply in every room, then he held out a hand, inviting Lola to step into the hot tub.

She’d been in one a couple of times when she’d got a cheap deal for the local thermae spa, but this one was high spec and surrounded by diamond-hued LED lights.

Yet more points to Monty, who busied himself opening the window to release some of the steam as Lola gently lowered herself into the toasty, relaxing bubbles.

‘Oh, my God! This is amazing!’ she cried as the water lapped at her skin, soothing every ache and tension her muscles didn’t know they had.

‘Yeah, it’s become a bit of a staple after a hard training session. And now it’s getting used in a completely different order of play. Dessert before it melts?’

Monty hopped into the tub and Lola wasn’t sure what to feast her eyes on first. He popped the lid on the ice cream tub, spearing the smooth surface with a solitary spoon, then slowly pulled it out and quixotically fed Lola.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

Monty teased her, dotting the ice cream at the corner of her mouth.

Lola made a grab for the spoon and clamped down on it, cherishing the hit of sweet strawberry, the buttery saltiness of a generous cheesecake chunk and the sublime satin finish of the vanilla ice cream.

‘Soooooo good.’

Monty chortled.

‘I could watch you do that all night.’

‘Your turn,’ she replied, trying to be business-like when she felt dangerously close to having a food fight.

Lola dug into the half-melted ice cream, delivering a spoon to Monty with way too much dessert on it. Ha ha, payback. His eyes bugged out as he tried to align mouth and hand with the spoon, only for the giant dollop to splat him across the chest.

‘You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?’

Lola relegated the pot to the side of the tub and simpered.

‘Well, then,’ he continued. ‘You’re just going to have to lick it off.’

Monty lifted a suggestive brow. They both watched the ice cream trickle towards the bubbles, despite Monty having shifted to the steps where he leant his top half out of the water awkwardly.

Once they touched each other again, all thoughts of finishing pudding would fly out of the open window, lost in the mist. In other words, Lola knew that as soon as she straddled Monty and pressed her lips to his chest, this would end up being the quickest hot tub session of his life. So Lola straddled him…

Approximately thirty seconds later, both sets of underwear fully discarded and hearts racing, Monty toweled her down, kissing tenderly at her pert breasts before wrapping her up in a fluffy towel.

Then Lola tended to him all over again. Both of them ready to take things all the way this time, her warm mouth caressing his swollen dick.

The feeling of him hardening further and further to her movements was amazing, empowering.

Lola wasn’t sure that she’d ever felt so wanted, so needed, so turned on.

Monty massaged his fingers through her hair once more. It felt so raw, so sexy.

‘Lola, stop!’ he said, breathlessly. ‘I’m about ready to spontaneously combust here. But I need to come inside you the first time. With you. Looking deep into your gorgeous eyes. With a condom, of course.’

Oh, god. Lola was more than ready for that. She could still feel the pressure of Monty’s fingers on her clit. Everything was zinging. She needed the sweet pleasure and pain of him taking her to climax, and she needed it now!

For the third time tonight, he scooped her into his arms. On this occasion, he transported her to the luxurious bed, opening her towel up and slipping it off her as if he’d just been given a present.

‘You get more beautiful every time I lay my eyes on you. How do you want me to take you?’ he asked her in a husky voice.

Lola would have agreed to anything, the need for relief was so strong.

None of her past boyfriends had ever thought to ask her what she wanted, expecting her to cater to their needs, steering the wheel.

Sure, Monty may just have been on his best behaviour, but somehow Lola didn’t think so.

The idea of him spooning her felt divine but this was going to be fast– neither of them would have that kind of resistance after the build up of tonight.

And she wasn’t ready to relinquish her sense of control yet.

‘I’m going to ride you, Monty. And I’m going to ride you like you’ve never been ridden before.’