Dirty (14 page)

“
Y
ou did what
?”

I watch Ava twirl her finger around a long lock hair, bat her lashes, and then slowly walks over to me in her sexy strut. I know the little shit has been up to no good.

“I signed us up for a summer baseball league.”

I reach out and grab her by the hips and bring her down into my lap. Her legs perfectly straddle my hips as her arms lace around the back of my neck.

“Ava, I graduated T-ball a long time ago.”

“Knock it off, Zane. I know that you love baseball and it was your one true love in high school. The community rec department has an adult league, so the girls and I signed us all up.”

I shake my head from side to side and cannot believe that she really thinks she’s going to be able to get me out to the baseball field to play baseball with the God damn rich summer kids.

“Well, sounds like you’ll have fun with the girls at baseball.”

Ava laces her fingers in the back of my hair and slowly begins rubbing small circles, massaging the knots out of my neck. I know she’s hypnotizing me right now and I should be fighting like hell but have no self-control when it comes to her.

“You will be going Zane, you do not have an option.”

I let out a long laugh and then flex my hips up into her little sweet center to let her know just how ready I am to devour her. I repeat the action until her palms plant on the top of my shoulders and she begins moaning, trying to ride me.

“Just think of all the time we’re going to be losing out on having raw animal sex, Ava.” I tempt her a little more, bucking up into her. “Just think of all the hours we could be here and I could be making you scream my name while you rip at my sheets.”

Ava pulls back a bit and smiles down at me. “No. You’re not going to do that. Grandpa already warned me that you’d try to trick me out of this with sex and anything else in between. You’re not winning, boy.”

“I knew having you take care of him would be a damn bad idea. You two gang up on me and I have no choice on anything anymore.”

“I have it all set up. Rhett’s mom and dad will come over on Tuesdays and Thursdays to sit with him while we go and play baseball, and there’s only one practice before the games start. And the games are only on Tuesday and Thursday nights so I think you’ll be okay, bad boy.”

“I have your bad boy right here.” I reach down and unbutton my pants and unzip my zipper, letting my cock spring out. I grab the base of it and stroke it up and down her entrance, against her little tiny boy shorts. I can’t help but smile when she moans, throws her head back and bucks her hips into me.

I know I have her where I want her and for fuck’s sake if I have to play baseball with annoying rich kids, I’m going to devour her. Ava takes care of her shorts in one quick movement standing up, pulling them off, and then sits back down. The little shit isn’t wearing any panties. She can turn me on quicker than fucking anything on this Earth. Knowing there is only one layer between me and Ava fucking sends me over the edge. It’s like a carrot dangling in front of my nose and I have to devour it every single damn time. Grandpa’s down for his nap and thank God the man can sleep through a hurricane these days because Ava's never quiet or shy when I’m giving it to her.

“So, about this baseball?” I ask.

She tilts her head to the side and then clenches her teeth.

“Zane Rivers, if you try to blackmail me right now with your cock and baseball, you are a dead man to me.”

Ava’s petite hand grabs the base of my cock, holding it straight up and before I know what she’s doing, she sinks down on me and this time I’m balls deep in her and no longer have the ability to talk. I throw my head back on the recliner and close my eyes, enjoying the sensation as she rides me slow at first, but then she quickens her pace. Her fingers dig into the tops of my shoulders, pull my hair, and clutch to my face.

I know she’s trying to find her release and it’s hot as hell when she rides me and moans and screams my name. I know she’s close, so I grab her ass and hold her hips still. This gets a reaction from my little Ava.

“Zane.” Her voice is the whiniest I’ve ever heard as her bottom lip sticks out.

“Little Miss Ava, you don’t get everything your way this time.”

I gently lift her from my lap and then carry her over to the couch and set her on her hands and knees. It’s been hard as hell to keep my restraint and not flip into wild animal sex, which I love to do with her.

It’s only been about three weeks since her accident and I know she’s still sore, even if she doesn’t admit it. My knees sink in on the couch behind her. My dick bobs between her spread legs, my hands sink into the flesh of her hips, and I slowly nudge the tip of my cock up into her entrance. But before I fully sink in, I grab her hand and drag it back to her center. I guide her fingers until they’re in the center of her wet folds and begin to slowly circle her clit until she’s moaning on her own and found her own rhythm.

My hand goes back to her hip and I push all the way into her slowly. I can feel her fingers glide up and down my cock as I go in and out of her. It’s a slow pace at first, milking out her moans and they soon become deafening. Ava goes down onto her shoulders with her face tilted towards the side; she keeps her finger at a steady rhythm as I began to pick up my speed.

My fingers dig painfully into her hips and I continue to pound into her, trying to find my release. Her long silky brown hair falls down around her shoulders as our bodies connect. Her sweet little pussy walls begin to tighten around my cock and I know it won’t be much longer. I groan and grunt, trying to hold it off and let her go before me.

It seems to be getting harder and harder each time holding off. Ava screams into the couch cushions as her release begins and she keeps guiding her fingers and then rubbing them in small circle motions and I rock into her. I feel the first pulse and then the second pulse, evidence as I drive into her, grunting and groaning out her name. Our juices mix together. I go down and follow Ava’s finger, joining her. I know Ava’s favorite part is to ride out another orgasm after her first one.

My cock softens inside of her and my hips remain still as I guide her finger in circling motions until she’s screaming my name again and coats my fingers. Just a little tease of her liquid mixed with mine covering our fingers is not enough for me.

I roll her over on the couch and hoist her legs over my shoulders and put my face down in her center, smelling her sweet release coating all of her parts. And then I take one long stroke with my tongue and intend to do another one, but I have no self-control. My tongue swirls her bud and my teeth tease her.

Ava clings on to my hair, pushing my face deeper down and ripping on it at the same time. I become rough with her, losing patience and needing more and more of her until she’s screaming my name again. I rise up with a pussy eating grin on my face and send her a wink.

“Houston, we have a problem.” Ava points down to my rock hard cock bobbing between us.

“Oh baby, I’ve been this fucking hard since the first time I had you.”

“Let me take care that.” My palms plant on either side of her head and I nudge my cock into her entrance, ready to fuck her again until I spill over into her.

“No, Zane.” Her little hands wrap around my wrist and she actually thinks she’s going to move me. I play along with her and let her guide me over her pussy until my cock is right above her mouth. Ava perches up on her elbows, letting her hair fall back behind her and her brown sparkling eyes devouring my cock. I can’t help it, I reach down and begin to stroke it; I need to be relieved and I need it now.

“Zane, quit being so greedy and share that cock with me.”

I love it when my Ava talks dirty to me. She has no idea the beast it brings out in me. I let the head of my cock brush against her lips until I’m rubbing her lips from one corner of her mouth to the other corner. Ava’s tongue darts out, taking a quick lick underneath my cock. I keep moving and stroking it, making it hard for her to grab me with her teeth.

Ava’s features turn frustrated in one moment and then intrigued the next. I know that she loves watching me please myself. For a week after her accident I refused to do anything with my cock and her. I pleased her every other way possible, but refused to fuck her. There was no way in hell that I was going to hurt her anymore because of my greedy need. So I pleased her with my fingers, mouth, and lips until she was screaming and soaking my sheets. I’d sneak off into the shower, grip my cock and then stroke until it was raw and my juices were flowing in the shower.

Ava always opened the shower curtain and watched me from the toilet seat. The desire in her eyes drove me mad and made me cum like I never have.

“You stroking your cock has to be the hottest thing on Earth, baby.”

I grab her wrist in one hand, squeeze my cock tighter, and speed up the motion until beads of pre-cum line my head. Ava catches me off guard when her lips wrap around my cock, then her teeth sink into me. Her mouth is like a home that I never want to leave because I’m royalty here.

Ava uses her teeth to nip at the underside of my cock while she takes me all the way to the base and then pops her mouth off in one hard sucking motion. Her flushed cheeks and demanding way around my dick just prove that she knows she has me, has me wrapped around her fucking little finger.

I stroke it from the base just a few inches up, making it easy for her to glide with her mouth up and down. It doesn’t take her long until her mouth wraps all the way around it, she sucks soft at first and then hard and soft, then sinks her teeth in. Ava’s actions become faster and then she sucks harder, harder, and harder. My hand wraps in the back of her head helping her guide the motion while her lips dance on my cock.

I feel the first pulse and no thought for life, take my hand off my cock and let her do the rest, enjoying each movement. I’m not sure I’ll ever live without these lips wrapped around my cock. I reach down and squeeze one of Ava’s nipples pressed up against my thigh and feel her squirm underneath me. A smile spreads across her face. And then she sinks her teeth into my cock one last time before I blow. It’s a sensation greater than I’ve ever felt before.

Greater than going inside her or any other woman for that fact. I watch my woman greedily suck up and clean every ounce of cum off my cock and then lay back and smile. I have to switch gears or I’ll be here all night fucking her.

A loud banging at the door startles me.

“What in the hell?” Ava flies up into a sitting position, knocking me back on the couch. Ava barely has enough time to jump into her shorts before Rhett busts in the front door with Darby and Chloe on his heels. I’m still half laid out on the couch, legs spread, fly open, boxers exposed with a semi hard on when the three flock into the living room.

Ava has made quick work of sprinting down into the hallway. “I’m just changing into some clothes; be right out guys.”

I looked up to Rhett. “Baseball?”

The little fucker has a sly grin on his face and slowly nods, drawing out the single word. “Baseball.”

W
ell
, our misfit Bears team has shaped up into a real kick ass group. Rhett rounded some men up at the construction site and a few waitresses from the club. I wasn’t too excited about the club being involved in any way. My gut still turns every Friday and Saturday night when Zane leaves. He wanted me to go, but I’ve refused. It’s something I wouldn’t be able to handle. I’d be locked up for fucking first-degree murder.

For some fucked up reason, Darby goes to the club every weekend, claiming she loves the environment and needs to get wasted since Chloe is wound up in her wedding plans and I always have my head up Zane’s ass. She reassured me that Zane’s performances are nothing but professional and if anything, short and to the point. Rhett’s thanked me several times because I guess now he’s the royalty of the club.

The wedding is nearly four weeks out. Each day that goes by I grow more nervous and I’m not sure if it’s the fact Zane’s grandpa isn’t doing well, seeing my parents, Zane finding out about my deal with the devil or all of the above mixed together.

“You’re up, babe.” Zane slaps my ass, leaving behind a stinging sensation. “Only swing at his low pitches. He’ll strike you out on the highs and if you hit a level one, it will be caught for an out.”

Mr. Grumpy Pants Anti-Rich Kid Baseball is now the fucking all-star. He knocks out a few grand slams each game and has no problem striking out the players, even the rich men.

I strut out onto the diamond and always walk a little taller knowing I’m wearing Zane’s number and have “Zane’s” on the back of my shirt instead of my last name like everyone else’s. Zane nearly stroked out the first three games, claiming every single other man on the other team was mentally eye fucking me. His jealous tendencies never get old, but only make me feel special and the fact Rhett reminds me all the time that I’m Zane’s first real girlfriend so don’t fuck it up, is another amazing warm fuzzy.

“Let him throw you one, baby.” Zane’s stretched out on the chain link fence with his arm raised above his head and his fingers curled in the chain link. The opposing pitcher gives him a dirty look, spits, and throws me a high pitch, but it’s still a strike.

Zane’s encouragement and eagerness for the game doesn’t make me nervous, but more eager to hit a homerun. The second pitch flies by and it’s a ball. When the third one glides in, I grip the bat and steady myself to swing. Crack! It’s a contact, I don’t stall to see how far it goes or if I can even make it to first base. My legs are my best assets in the game because I can fucking run.

“Second. Second, Ava!” Zane hollers over the roar of the crowd and I go for it. I stall for a bit, processing his words and then haul ass. My natural instinct is to slide into second, but I did that a few games ago and it didn’t turn out so well. The medical marijuana for Grandpa served more purpose for me that night and I’ll never forget the ass chewing Zane gave me. His overprotective nature is sexy as fuck. A whoosh of air whizzes by the lobe of my ear right as I stomp on second base, bringing my body to a halt.

“Safe!” the umpire’s deep shout echoes around the park.

I take a second to let my lungs fill up and then I stand tall and proud, wearing Zane’s number and basically his brand. He comes up to bat next and there have been enough games that the word is out on the street…Zane Rivers is a different breed than anyone else in the league. It does my heart and soul good to know he can step up to home plate and silence the crowd and even the dicks from the other team.

I loved the idea of signing up when Chloe approached me. It was just a way for her to pass the summer quicker and arrive at her wedding day in Mach speed. Darby and Rhett, who happened to be in ear distance, were all game ready to be the competitors of the team. I wanted Zane to be a part of it and of course me too, but it was the matter of convincing the stubborn asshole to mingle with the rich kids. A little horizontal mamba and his best friend nearly catching us did the trick.

Watching Zane on the field or even directing the team, it’s like a whole new person that I’ve never met before. He’s carefree and all about the game. It’s like watching a little boy in a candy store with an endless supply of money. But the sad reality of it is, he’s not a little boy and this is no candy store, but real life. The life that guts you one action at a time and never gives in on anything, but punishes you until you fucking scream uncle or can no longer scream.

Watching Zane smile his pearly white grin when up to bat is just a sliver of happiness I can sense in his soul. It’s bursting over just waiting to be set free and I’m not sure what is holding it back besides the obvious of his grandpa and whatever may be haunting him from his past. All I know is, I like this Zane. The one who is enjoying himself and yet seems to find a way to be his badass self. Like I said, I do strut around a little taller wearing his name on my back.

The familiar sound of the ball cracking when Zane is up to bat draws me from my spiraling thoughts. I know to run and not even worry about a pop fly. He’s smart enough to either hit out of the park or a damn grounder that could take a leg from even a professional. The other teams by now have been warned, so I just run.

And even though I start out at second, by the time I round third and am off to home base, Zane is on my ass. The asshole comes up behind me and pinches my ass and then taunts me to run faster. And the next thing I know, his breath is on my neck and confusing my thoughts. Don’t ask me how the man closes the gap or knows how to hit it out of the park or on the ground at vicious speed, all I do know is that he does know how to.

My right foot barely crosses the home plate before I’m swooped up over his shoulder. His large hand comes down on my ass and instead of smacking it, he gropes it like his own little trophy.

“Easy, tiger. We still have dinner afterwards,” I warn him.

“That was the run to seal the deal.”

“Well, don’t you have a way of sealing those deals?” Zane sets me down and I tap his nose.

“Have a reputation to live up to, darling.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard about it.”

“Head in the damn game.” Rhett rushes by us and grabs the back of my head in a playful action and even more of a vulgar action and it’s the only man Zane wouldn’t kill for doing it.

I jog up to Chloe and Darby and lead our team through the group cheer and then the good games and all that shit. I’m excited to get back to Zane’s house. Of course, to see his grandpa and the other surprise waiting for him. I fidget with my fingers on the way home, just praying to God that the day Zane finds out about the deal I made that he can still love me through it.

Zane chatters on about the game until Rhett, who is tailing us finally calls him and then the two of them go on about it. “Did you see that pussy’s face?” all the way to “I thought that whore was going to swallow the ball when a grounder went her way.” My smiles fade away in my own silence and the inevitable darkness falling upon us. I peer up to the moon and wonder if it holds some kind of miracle for us.

My man doesn’t waiver as he chatters on and on about the damn baseball with the rich kids. I lean my head on his shoulder and intertwine my arm until it’s wrapped around his and then clutching one of his hands. It seems that I can’t get close enough to the man, but it’s been like that since walking in on him.