Page 21 of Taking the Pitch (Love & Baseball #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY

judd

She’s so beautiful when she comes undone. When she lets all her walls down to feel. Her cheeks and chest are flushed red, and her thighs marked from my beard. I want to mark her all over. Claim her. But she’s not there yet.

“I think I died,” she says, peeking out from under her arm. “Is this heaven?”

I chuckle and lean down. “It could be,” I tell her before taking her lips again. Fuck, I just can’t get enough of these lips, of her. My kisses turn desperate. I move to the spot on her neck that drives her crazy and softly bite down. Her moan makes my already hard cock strain against my zipper and I reach down to adjust myself.

“Take your clothes off,” she pants, tugging at my shirt but getting nowhere.

“Easy, Mills. We have all night, and I plan on using every minute of it.” Standing, I unbutton my shirt and toss it to the floor. I reach for the button on my jeans, but Amelia’s soft hands cover mine.

“Let me,” she whispers, looking up at me through her lashes.

I drop my hands, and her fingers make quick work of my button and zipper. The look she gives me has me discarding my pants in record time, leaving my boxers as the last thing between us.

Amelia’s hand reaches forward, stopping halfway. “May I?” she asks, a look of uncertainty crossing her face.

I cup her jaw with one hand. “Baby, if you don’t, I think I might combust right here on the spot. But good girl for using your manners,” I praise. I had a feeling Amelia had a praise kink after spending some time with her and judging by the look she’s giving me now, I was right.

Her hand continues forward. When she reaches me, she runs her palm firmly up my length from base to tip and back down again, repeating the motion. “Fuck,” I growl when her thumb traces over my swollen head.

Encouraged by my reaction, Amelia scoots to the edge of the bed and pulls my boxers down, freeing my erection. “Holy shit,” she whispers. She looks up at me with wide eyes. “I knew you were big, but not the fucking Hulk big.”

My dick bobs once against my stomach as if it hears the compliment.

Mesmerized, if not slightly intimidated, Amelia takes my cock in her grip, pumping it a few times. Pre-cum leaks out of the top and instead of spreading it around with her thumb, she leans forward and licks the tip. “Mmmm, salty.”

Sucking a breath through my teeth, it takes everything I have not to thrust my hips forward when she wraps her swollen lips around the tip and sucks. Pulsing her hand around my base, she sets a rhythm with her mouth and hand, taking me deeper each time.

“Damn, Mills,” I whisper, voice strained. I’m barely keeping it together. Her mouth is like heaven, and I start reciting baseball stats in my head to keep from blowing my load early and embarrassing myself.

I can feel a tingle start in my balls and I pull back. Amelia’s mouth coming off my dick with a pop. She looks up at me with watery eyes. “Why did you pull away? Did I hurt you?”

“No, baby. That felt so fucking good, I didn’t want you to stop, but if you didn’t, I was going to come embarrassingly quick. Besides, I want to come with your pussy pulsing around my cock.”

Leaning over her, I cup her head with both my hands and get lost in her kiss. She skims her nails up the backs of my thighs, over my ass and up my back, sending shivers through my whole body. With a growl, I pick her up and toss her back onto the bed, crawling up after her.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you are with your hair mussed and lips swollen from my kisses,” I murmur, peppering kisses along her jaw and down her neck, moving further south to worship her perfect breasts. “And these tits. God Amelia, it’s like they were made to fit perfectly in my hands.” She arches her back, thrusting them further into my palm. “Mmm, you like it when I play with your tits, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes,” she moans as I tweak her nipple.

“Mmm, that’s my good girl. Give me all your sounds. I want to hear you.” I roll her nipple in between my thumb and finger, taking the other one in my mouth and giving it a suck before flicking it back and forth with my tongue, making her cry out with pleasure.

I switch breasts, repeating the pattern, making Amelia squeeze her thighs together. “Touch yourself, Mills. Show me how wet you are.”

She opens her legs and moves one hand down to her pussy, circling her clit with one finger. I can feel her stomach clench before a long moan leaves her lips.

“Does that feel good, baby? Do you need more?”

“Yes,” she whimpers as she dips her fingers into her pussy. I can hear how wet she is and when she looks up at me with her pupils blown with pleasure, I lose it.

The need to be inside of her becomes too much and I move over her body, bracing my arms on each side of her head. She retracts her hand, and I position myself at her entrance. “Condom?” I ask in between kisses. “All of mine are upstairs.”

She shakes her head. “No, I haven’t been with anyone for over a year.”

Over a year? I pause and pull back slightly, looking down at her. I mean, I’ve been in a dry spell, but over a year? “I can run upstairs really quick,” I offer, moving to get off the bed. But before I can move, she places her hand on my arm, stopping me.

“I’m on birth control. I’ve been on it for years. And I’ve never been with anyone without a condom,” she tells me. My heart thuds in my chest at her words. “I was also screened at my last exam and I’m clean.”

Fuck, this woman is going to ruin me, and I’m crazy enough to let her.

“I’m clean too,” I reassure her. “If you’re sure this is what you want?”

She nods and I groan, taking her lips in mine, fucking her mouth with my tongue like I want to do to her pussy. “I want you so bad it hurts, Mills.”

“Then take me, take all of me.” Wrapping her legs around me, she pulls me in until my tip is at her entrance.

“You’re absolutely sure you want this?” I ask again. I want to make sure she doesn’t regret this, like she did when we kissed in the elevator on Halloween. Because once I have her, I’m never going to get enough of her.

She lets out a frustrated huff and squeezes her legs, pulling me tighter against her, the tip of my cock nudging her pussy. “I want to feel you, Judd. All of you, with nothing between us. Fuck me, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Moving my hips slightly, I slide in an inch, making us both hiss. “You’re so tight.”

“Jesus, you’re so big.”

I chuckle. “Can’t hear that enough.”

I thrust forward another inch, her walls clamping down on me like a vise. “You have to relax, baby,” I whisper.

“I can’t,” she whines, scrunching her eyes shut. “You’re too big. I, it’s not going to fit.”

“Trust me, Amelia. It’s going to fit,” I reassure her. “Take a deep breath, relax your muscles.”

She does as I say and I feel her muscles relax slightly. “Good girl, baby. You’re doing so good,” I tell her, inching forward again. Her body tenses slightly at the intrusion, but she closes her eyes and breathes through it.

Sitting back, I open her legs and look down at where we’re connected, and fuck, does it drive me insane. “Look at your pretty pussy, taking my cock so well.” Her eyes pop open, and she props herself up on her elbows so she can look. “You like watching?”

She nods, speechless, as she watches me thrust in and out, driving myself into her further and further. I reach forward and circle her clit with my thumb, thrusting forward again, finally fully seated inside of her.

“Judd,” she whimpers. Her blue eyes have turned black with desire and her whole body is flushed red. “I’m so full.”

Fuck, the way she says my name when I’m fully inside her makes me want to come on the spot. But I’m not allowing that to happen until I get another orgasm out of her.

“You’re so tight, Mills. You feel so good,” I tell her, leaning back over her to give her a kiss. Her mouth is hungry for mine and she lays back again, taking me with her. I pull her right leg up with me as I go, changing the angle, making her scream into my mouth.

Amelia pulls back from my kiss and arches her back. “Yes, ri-right there, Judd,” she says, breathless. I thrust forward again and again, increasing my pace. Her nails dig into my back and I’m pretty sure I’ll have marks there in the morning.

The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, along with Amelia’s sweet moans. “Harder,” she begs as her walls start fluttering around me. I comply, thrusting into her harder, making her gray tufted headboard slam against the wall.

The pull of my orgasm starts, and I don’t think I can hold it off any longer.

“Touch yourself, Amelia,” I demand.

She reaches between our bodies and circles her clit, crying out in pleasure. Her walls clench around me again and again, indicating her orgasm is close.

“That’s it, baby. You’re right there, aren’t you? Such a good girl you’ve been, giving me your tight wet pussy,” I croon into her ear.

Amelia sucks in a breath before her body goes still, and she comes apart under me. “Judd!” She moans and her body trembles. Her walls squeeze me impossibly tight.

“I’m about to come, baby. Where do you want it?”

She moans again, riding another wave of pleasure. “In- inside of me. Please”

Her please does me in. I thrust one last time and feel myself fall off the cliff. I bite down on her shoulder, muffling my own sounds. Her pussy milks every last drop from me until I’m left trembling. Not wanting to crush her, I pull her with me as I roll over.

She lies on top of me, both of us panting, trying to catch our breaths. When her head finally lifts from my chest, she looks at me and I wish I could capture this moment and bottle it up so I could keep it forever. A freshly fucked Amelia is my new favorite look.

“Wow.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, wow.”

“Where have you been all my life?” she asks, giggling.

“I wouldn’t have been worth your time, Amelia.” It’s true. I wouldn’t have, not that I am now, but I’m a better person than I was even six months ago. And after the whole DUI thing, I never want to go back to being that person again. He wouldn’t have been worthy of Amelia.

“Who says you are now?” She tries to keep a straight face, but the corner of her mouth quirks and she laughs.

I reach down and pinch her butt, making her yelp. “Ow! What? It was a simple question!” She smirks, smacking my chest.

I grab her wrist and kiss her palm. “Keep it up and next time I won’t let you come twice,” I warn.

“One, what makes you think this is going to happen again? And two, having more than one orgasm was a bizarre phenomenon. It won’t happen again.”

I frown. “Hold up. We’ll circle back to that first one later. You’re telling me no one’s ever made you come more than once?”

She snorts. “If at all. I’m very surprised you were able to do it. Kudos to you buddy, I thought I was broken.”

I sit up and pull her with me, so she straddles my lap. Amelia circles her arms over my shoulders, threading her fingers through my hair. Taking her face in both my hands, I look her in the eyes. “You are not broken, Mills. Those other guys you were with didn’t know what the fuck they were doing. And to answer your first question. I don’t think we’ll be doing this again.” Disappointment flashes through her face before I add. “I know we’ll be doing this again. Fight it all you want, Amelia, but you can’t tell me that you didn’t feel something tonight.”

She bites her lip and looks away, not answering me. But I decide to let it go for now. Whether she wants to admit it or not, some of her walls fell tonight and I’ll be damned if I let her rebuild them.