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  “Hey!”

  “Too much? Don’t like it?” He continued to touch it, but with a lighter pressure.

  “N-no, I love it, I just… oh… . “He did something else inside her then, with two fingers it felt like, and her eyes rolled back in her head and she arched her back. “Oh fuck, you could pretty much make me come just from that.”

  “Really? That would be so awesome. I’ve never made a girl come just from, you know, being in her. Well, I might have once or twice, but I’m pretty sure they were faking.”

  “Well, I’ve never come just from something in me, but… ” She bore down on his fingers again. “But God, it feels good when you lick me, too.”

  “That sounds like a hint,” he said, and went back to licking her while doing what he was doing with his fingers.

  Casey came within seconds, crying out loudly and clawing at the pillows. When she had fallen limp and panting, he lifted his head again. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

  “What?”

  “It’s just a catch phrase. You are awesome.”

  She laughed. “I think I’m supposed to be the one saying that now.”

  “Here, say it to this.” He slipped his pants off finally and reared up on his knees, his cock riding high and full.

  She put a hand under his balls the way you would the chin of a big dog before talking to it. “Hmm, I dunno. Your cock’s awesomeness has yet to be proven tonight.”

  He made an affronted noise. “Well, then! I guess I better get to proving it. Which way do you want it? Front, back, upside down, or all of the above?”

  “Just come here,” she said, kicking off her pants and pulling him between her legs. While she was at it, she stripped off her shirt and went to work on his. He finished it for her, then bent to leave kisses across the tops of her breasts.

  “You ready now?” he asked. “I think you’re forgetting something.”

  She blinked up at him. “Holy shit, you’re right.”

  “It’s okay, darling. I’ve got it.” He had to get off the bed to retrieve the condom, but he returned quickly with it already in place. “There you go.”

  Casey just nodded. She was on the pill, so it wasn’t like she was worried about pregnancy. But this was only their second date, and if Tyler’s reputation was what it was, then it was better to be safe. She was grateful. Most guys would have just plunged in if she’d pulled at them like that, she thought.

  “Impatient,” she said, raising her eyebrow.

  “Okay.” His eyes were open and looking into hers as he entered her, a flicker of amazement in them as he slipped all the way in, his mouth slightly open as if in surprise.

  Her own expression mirrored his. She felt like she should say something, something that would capture the moment and burn it in her memory, but there were no words. Well, maybe one. “Good.”

  “Yes,” he agreed, and he began to move inside her.

  Chapter Five

  The next day, Tyler pitched against the Mets and won. They had sex again that night, and Casey unexpectedly discovered that the thing that soothed the soreness inside her was more sex. Kind of like how sore muscles felt better with exercise, she figured. Riding the train back to Boston the next day, she pondered it. She’d never had sex for so long that she even got sore in the first place, but comparing Tyler to her previous lovers was like comparing a racehorse to pony rides. He was in terrific shape, of course, so had a ton of stamina, and he didn’t seem like he was ever rushing to the end. He enjoyed the act itself, not just the result.

  And his cock was bigger than she was used to, too. She squirmed a bit in her seat as little sensory flashbacks wracked her. Was there such a thing as too much sex? She really would have liked to stay one more night, and she nearly had, but she decided to stick to her original plan to go back on Saturday so she could walk with her company’s group in a fundraising walk. Was it cystic fibrosis? Muscular dystrophy? She couldn’t remember which now. She’d turned in her forms weeks ago after haranguing all her neighbors to sponsor her, so she figured she had better show up and actually walk the three miles or whatever it was. Plus, her boss was expecting her.

  She had a promise from Tyler that they’d get together on Tuesday night.

  “I thought the team wasn’t coming back until late Tuesday, though,” she’d said. “Flying back after the game.”

  “Yeah, but I’m pitching Wednesday. They send the starting pitcher ahead so we can be well rested.”

  “But if you see me, you won’t be well rested,” she had teased.

  “Oh, but I will,” he’d said, pulling her into a warm hug. “I sleep so much better with you in the bed.”

  It wasn’t just the sex that made her feel good. It was the things he said. The things he did. She stared out the window for the whole train ride, not really seeing all of Connecticut going by, just thinking about him.

  Tuesday couldn’t come fast enough. The walk left her with blisters on her feet and Monday at work was hellish. A major client left. It wasn’t someone Casey worked with directly, but it put everyone in a sour mood, and it became one of those days where each thing she started got interrupted by something else, so that by the end of the day, nothing was done. Tuesday was barely better, though at least she knocked a few things off the to-do list, meaning she felt only the tiniest bit guilty when she left at five fifteen, sneaking out while her boss was on a conference call with someone on the West Coast.

  She put on the sunglasses Tyler had bought her over the weekend and came out of the elevator on the ground floor into the bright glassed-in lobby full of sun. A pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed her from behind and twirled her in a circle before she could get scared. “Tyler!”

  “Casey!” he answered, echoing her delighted and surprised tone just for fun.

  “What are you doing here? I thought we were going to meet at your place at eight.”

  “We were, but I was running an errand and figured I’d wait around for you here.” He shrugged.

  “How long have you been standing here? I was lucky to get out when I did.”

  “Not long,” he said, but it really sounded like he was lying. “Can I kiss you here?”

  She glanced around. People were walking every which way and not paying them any attention. “Sure.”

  “Good.” He bent and pulled her into a gentle kiss, running one thumb along the soft hairs on her neck. When he spoke again, he still held her close. “I was afraid if you showed up at my place at eight, I’d pounce you right then and we’d never get out to eat or anything.”

  Casey’s breath caught. “I think that would have been fine.”

  “Let’s at least get a snack first.”

  Casey could feel him right through all their clothes, pressing against her. “Are you sure you can wait?” She could feel herself melting inside, her body responding to him.

  “You’re worth the wait,” he said.

  They walked across the Common, hand in hand, Casey peripherally aware of people’s heads turning when they recognized Tyler. He took her to a little Mexican joint that had a lively bar with twenty kinds of margaritas, but it wasn’t necessary to drink. She felt giddy already just being with him. They sat in a corner booth, side by side, facing the back wall rather than the door when Tyler explained they’d be more likely to be left alone that way.

  After they ordered and were waiting for their food, Casey realized he hadn’t stopped touching her hardly at all since that first hug by the elevator. She grinned, liking both the attention and the affection. Such a simple thing. Why weren’t other guys like that? His thumb brushed up and down behind her ear and it began to feel as if he were touching her somewhere more intimate. Goosebumps spread over her arms and she moved closer to him, squeezing his thigh with one hand.

  “So, how was work?” he asked casually.

  “Awful. But you really don’t want to hear about that, do you? How was play?”

  He laughed. “Hey, my job is work, too.”


  “Yes, but for work you ‘play’ baseball. So, how was play?”

  “Awesome. Well, you know that. I won in New York. Tomorrow we play the Phillies and there’s a good chance I’ll win again. Are you going to come to the game?”

  “I will if you want me to.”

  “I want you to.”

  “If you win, maybe I’ll even congratulate you.”

  “Oh, how, with like a lap dance or something?”

  “Yeah, sure.” She laughed. “I’ll tell them at work I have a doctor’s appointment so I’ll be in late. How’s that?”

  He grinned. “Well, then I’d better win, so it’ll be worth it for you.”

  “Yeah, you’ better. Because… ” Wait, she couldn’t actually say that could she?

  He nuzzled in her ear. “Because what, Case?”

  “Nothing.” She felt her cheeks go hot, but it was a delicious feeling.

  “That doesn’t sound like nothing.”

  “Yeah, well.” She nuzzled in his ear now, so she could tell him. The bar was noisy, no one would hear what she said anyway, but… “I want to have sex with you two days in a row for a reason.”

  “Go on, this sounds good.”

  “Well, you know you’re kind of well endowed and so when we do it, I get sore. But over the weekend, I learned something important.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. The thing that feels best when I’m sore like that? More sex.”

  “Yeah?” His voice went up with surprise. “But then what will you do on the third day, when I’m not around?”

  “Hmm, good question. Maybe I’ll have to buy a vibrator.”

  “Oh no, I don’t like that idea at all,” he said playfully. “I want to be the only thing in you.”

  “Keep talking like that and we’re never going to make it through this meal.”

  “You’re the one who brought it up… ”

  But just then the waitress brought them their food, and they disentangled themselves long enough to eat. Casey had a quesadilla, but Tyler’s idea of a snack was a fairly huge burrito. She supposed that when you weighed two hundred pounds, but weren’t at all fat, you probably needed to eat more to maintain weight than you did at her size.

  She fed him triangles of her own meal, long strings of melted cheese pulling from his mouth to her hand. With Tyler, it seemed like just about anything could be foreplay. That was what made the meal bearable.

  He left cash on the table so they wouldn’t have to wait for the credit card slip, and walked down the street toward his building.

  They went into the lobby of the Ritz-Carlton and he pushed the button for the elevator.

  “Wait a sec.” Casey looked around. “Your apartment is in the residential tower of the Ritz?”

  He looked at her blankly. “You didn’t know that?”

  “I didn’t realize it. That first night, when we ate in the bar… well, and then we took the elevator that time from the private parking… I suppose I should have figured it out, but I hadn’t.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s… ritzy, you know?”

  It was a lame joke, but they both laughed anyway and got into the elevator.

  The moment the doors closed, he moved her hand to the bulge in his fly. “I’m crazy hard, given that all we’ve done is have dinner.”

  She rubbed him through the cloth, his groan sending a shiver down her spine. “I want you.”

  “That’s why we get along so well,” he said, groaning again as she squeezed him. “At this rate, we’re not even going to make it to the bedroom.”

  “Sure we will,” she said. “I’ll race you there.”

  She had hit on a winning strategy there, of course, as any hint of athletic competition was irresistible to Tyler. She got a head start as he fiddled with his keys, but he caught her just at the door to the room, swept her up in his arms and tossed her onto the bed. Then it was a kind of wrestling match, as they fought with their own and each other’s clothes. Casey was crawling toward the condom drawer as Tyler stripped her socks off, and then she was tearing open the package. Tyler obligingly lay back so she could roll it down over his quivering prick, and then his breath caught as she straddled him.

  “You sure you don’t need anything else?” he said as he slipped his fingers between her legs, then whistled when he felt how wet she was. “Okay, I guess not.”

  “Hold still,” she said, and he steadied his cock with his hand.

  She slipped down onto him and he let go, groaning and closing his eyes. She could feel every inch of him, rocking back and forth on her knees, controlling the depth and angle of the penetration herself. “God, sex has never felt so good,” she said.

  “Maybe I’m just the right shape for you,” he said, looking up through hazy eyes.

  “Mm, maybe.” She settled her hands on his shoulders and rocked a little harder, feeling sparks now as each time she pushed him deeper into her. “Feels good no matter what position.”

  He just hummed in agreement, his hands fitting in the crook of her hips, thrusting upward into her. “Hold still. See how this feels.”

  She held herself just a few inches above him and he thrust up at a quick pace, making her moan. “Feels… incredible.”

  “Mm, glad to know all those ab crunches I do are good for something.” But it was difficult to keep that up for more than a few minutes, and he pulled her down close again. “Have you tried side by side? Like this.”

  He was strong and limber, and moved her easily into position without ever pulling his cock all the way out, their legs interweaving and one of her legs ending up over his shoulder. Now he could still thrust with his hips, but one of his hands was free to roam the entire front of her body.

  “You want to come with me in you?” he asked.

  “Always,” she answered.

  “All right. I’ll work on that,” he said with a grin. His thumb brushed over her clit in time with his thrusts.

  “That’s not going to take long at all,” she said, her voice coming out a breathy whisper.

  “Plenty more where that comes from,” he added, as he quickened his pace.

  What a feeling. Her orgasm seemed to blossom from somewhere deep in her, shooting suddenly outward until her toes and fingers tingled, and tailing off slowly, oh so slowly, as he continued to thrust, now deep and slow. “God… ”

  “No, just Tyler,” he whispered and kissed her. “What do you want next?”

  She looked up at him. “Um, besides for you to just keep fucking me?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Nothing. Want more of the same.” Casey reached up and ran her thumb over his cheek. “You know what I’ve never done?”

  “What?”

  “Come just from fucking. I mean, without a hand or something on my clit. I’m not sure it’s possible for me.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “We can try it. If it doesn’t work, we can try something else.”

  “Okay. Missionary’s probably best for that?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, swinging her leg down and shifting them, again without ever pulling out. “How’s this?”

  “Feels good even if I don’t come,” she said, settling under his rhythm. “Mmm, more.”

  “You got it.”

  They fell silent then, the only sound their panting breaths and the rustling of their bodies against the bed covers. It felt incredible, and Casey felt herself moving gradually closer, infinitesimal steps toward completion. With other lovers, she wouldn’t have believed they could get her there before getting tired or deciding she was too demanding, or too hard to please. But with Tyler, it didn’t feel like that at all.

  She felt herself tightening around him. He groaned and slowed. “Making it hard to hold back when you do that,” he said. “Want to make it last for you.”

  “Close,” she said. “Just… a little harder, a little faster. If… if you come, that’s okay.”

  “If you say so… ” He did as she asked, doubling his pace while she pulled at him
, setting the rhythm she needed.

  Oh, God. Oh God, yes, there it was, almost, almost, almost… If only she could get there before he did. “Tyler!” She shouted his name once, then a wordless cry as she came, gripping onto him with everything she had, every one of his thrusts pushing her more and more, higher and higher, until his groan joined hers, a last volley of quick thrusts announcing his own arrival.

  “I’m sorry. I must be crushing you,” the limp heap of man on top of her finally said.

  “No, it’s okay,” she said, unable to contemplate moving just yet. “Stay in me as long as you can.” She moaned as an aftershock shook her and sent a ripple through her, making him groan as she tightened around him again. Then came another one, this one forcing his soft cock from her.

  He moved carefully to one side, and she was vaguely aware of him taking the condom off as she drifted in a deep orgasmic haze.

  “Yeah,” she said, when he pulled a blanket over them and cuddled her close.

  “Yeah,” he agreed with a nod and a soft kiss. “And just think, it’s only like eight o’clock now. We can do it again in a few hours.”

  “Awesome.”

  * * * *

  “Girl, you are absolutely glowing,” Missy said with a raised eyebrow, as Casey slipped into her seat just before the National Anthem. “Tyler must be treating you nice.”

  Casey thought her cheeks were probably glowing at that, as Missy’s teasing made her blush. “Saw him last night, yeah. Plus this leaving the office at a decent time once in a while has felt pretty good, too.” She’d had to leave tonight at six fifteen to make it to the game on time, and here she was, just barely making it before the first pitch.

  They stood for the anthem, Missy singing along softly with one hand over her heart, then they sat back down again. “So how was the trip to New York?” Missy asked. “I should have gone, but it’s not like they won’t go again like three more times this year.”

  “Wonderful. We saw a Broadway show, did some shopping.” Casey debated whether to mention Tyler had bought her a sculpture with a five-figure price tag on it, then installed it in his own apartment since hers was too small for it. She decided not to.