Baseball Star Edition (The Seduction Game, #2) Read Free Page A

of his body until I reach the bulge in his
pants. His hips lift in silent answer to my groping question.
    I must know what he is packing inside of those jeans
right now. Slow and teasing, I unzip them and slide my hand inside. When I wrap
my fingers around him I’m shocked, he’s larger than average. My breathing picks
up and so does his, he also presses the gas pedal
further down accelerating.
    “ Mmm , when’s the last time
you fooled around in a car?” I murmur into his ear.
    “While it’s moving? Hard . . . Hard to say,” he
grunts and places both hands on the steering wheel.  
    “Hard, indeed.” My head dips down and I take him in
my mouth.
    “Oh God,” he whispers and grabs a fistful of my hair.
“I’m torn on whether to tell you we are almost there, or just park and let you
keep going,”
    I’ve yet to kiss those lips that I’ve been
fantasizing about, but soon. Soon I will have all of him.
    “I’m pretty sure we’d have more fun inside,” I
suggest. A little foreplay in his massive truck is one thing, but I don’t want
to spend my entire sexual escapade in it. I hope he was kidding.
    He cuts the engine and takes my face in between his
large hands, crushing his lips to mine. The strength, yet softness in them is
intoxicating and I want nothing more than to consume them until I’m thoroughly
drunk.
    He pulls away from the kiss and my body tingles in
anticipation. “Shall we?” he asks, and I nod a response.
    As I step out of the truck, I take in the vastness of
the house for the first time. An enormous two-story stucco building stands in
front of me.
    “It’s the team house, some of us stay here during
spring training.” He smiles at me and swoops down, picking me up and cradling
me in his arms.
    “Hey dude,” a guy sitting on the couch greets my
Baseball Star when he walks inside.
    “Hey, can’t talk,” he returns the other guys greeting
and I hear his keys hitting the wooden coffee table with a loud clink.
    The room smells of Italian cooking, with a slight
hint of male. My stomach grumbles at the deliciousness of it all.
    “There’s leftovers if you two get hungry, remember to
stay hydrated also,” the guy shouts after us as he carries me into his room and
closes the door.
    Inside the dark room, he tosses me onto the queen sized bed and I slide back on the satin sheets. The
only light comes from the street light outside,
casting a shadowy orange glow in the room.
    As my eyes adjust to the darkness I can see a
silhouette of him in front of the window, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, doing a
strip tease. My breathing catches in my chest as I watch. Large rounded
shoulders appear, followed by chiseled arms, the street light highlights his muscles.  
    I bite my lip, the anticipation killing me. The ghost
of a memory of his fingers inside of me still lingers, but I’m alone on the
bed, watching and waiting. My hand trails up my leg, in the same manner as his
did earlier and I begin to pleasure myself as he slides his jeans down over his
boxer briefs. Damn that’s sexy.
    In a flash, he is hovering over me in the bed. “I
didn’t say you could do that,” he commands and grabs my wrists pulling my hands
above my head.   
     
    ***
     
    Her silky hair that tickled my stomach, the scent of
flowers from whatever she is wearing, and her warm mouth sliding around my
cock, made me want to come in the car. Hell, I almost did, but I stopped her.
Delayed pleasure is the Karma Sutra way. It’s also the gentleman way, ladies first. But, I can taunt her with a
little strip tease first.  
    When she trailed her hand down the length of her
body, and back up her leg, playing with herself, my balls tightened. The glow
of the light outside highlighted her raven hair making her sexy as hell. I
needed to be inside of her now. I need to possess her like no one ever has
before.
    “I didn’t say you could do that. If you try that
again I’ll have to restrain you.” The thought of her tied to my bed,