16. Baylor

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

BAYLOR

He wants me to call. He wants to fuck me again.

I flagged the vendor and bought two cups of beer, handing one to Casey.

“Drink up. You’re gonna need it when the Mariners lose.”

Casey snorted. “We’ll see.”

The stadium was packed, which didn’t surprise me. The Padres didn’t have a huge winning streak, but they had loyal fans who’d made the long drive for the game.

“Did you used to see them play when you were growing up?”

The familiar bitter pang of emptiness hit my gut. “Nah, my dad didn’t stick around, and my mom had to work. We didn’t have money for stuff like MLB tickets.” I adjusted my cap lower over my eyes to hide my feelings. “I watched every game on TV, though.”

I could see him staring at me from the corner of my eye. I wished he’d quit. I didn’t need Casey’s pity .

“I didn’t see a game in the majors live until college. My dad hated baseball.”

“Really? He’s not proud of you?” Shit, Casey was the head coach of a D1 school. Even I was proud of him.

Casey shrugged. “He’s proud that I’m not dependent on him,” he joked. “He couldn’t care less about my position.”

Damn. Maybe he wasn’t pitying me, he was understanding me, commiserating with me. Finding common ground.

“Marcus and I road-tripped all throughout college to every game we could scrape up the money for tickets. We still go about once a year or so.” I swallowed, feeling unsure of what I was about to say. “Maybe… you could join us next time.”

He was staring again, and this time, I risked looking back. “Yeah, maybe I could,” he agreed.

We stood for the National Anthem, removing our hats, and Casey’s arm brushed mine. He turned to me, his fingers ruffling through my hair. My heart rate spiked with excitement. His touch was still new to me. The fact he even wanted to touch me, thrilled me.

“You’ve got hat hair,” he explained with a grin.

“So do you,” I lied, running my fingers through his silky dark blond hair.

Damn, when he grinned like that, my heart stuttered. So fucking hot.

During the third inning, we ordered popcorn. I bought two more beers to share with him. Was I trying to keep him loose? Yup! He was less dickish when he drank .

I reached into the bucket at the same time Casey did, his hand knocking my arm accidentally, and spilling popcorn over his lap.

I saw an opportunity, not a mess. “Let me help you with that,” I offered, brushing my knuckles over his dick as I picked up the kernels. Casey chuffed, smacking my hand away.

“Quit that! I’m not gonna sit here hiding an erection for the next three hours.”

So I’d made him hard?! Sweet!

The Padres scored an RBI, and I jumped to my feet, cheering.

“Christ!” Casey muttered, rubbing his face. “It doesn’t take much for you to get excited, does it?”

“They don’t score often,” I pointed out, grinning hugely. I wouldn’t point out that he excited me easily too.

In the sixth inning, we ordered two more beers, and when the Mariners scored a home run, Casey jumped to his feet with more than half the stadium and cheered wildly. He shoved his popcorn in my lap. When he finished shouting and took his seat, he grinned wickedly, his blue eyes a little glassy, and reached for my cock.

“Here, let me return the favor… I mean, let me help you,” he amended, turning my trick back around on me.

The joke was on him because I didn’t bat his hand away. I leaned back, folding my arms behind my head, and let him touch it all he wanted.

Shit, I was hard, and would likely stay that way, but fuck it. Casey Collins had touched my dick. It was progress .

In the bottom of the eighth inning, the Mariners’ shortstop injured his leg sliding into third and they paused the game briefly while tending to him. It was the perfect time to fire up the Kiss Cam on the Jumbotron for a fun diversion. For fifteen minutes, the camera scanned the crowd, looking for willing and unwilling victims, and we laughed and cheered along with the rest of the crowd until the fucking thing landed on us. Casey froze beside me. His eyes grew wide, panicked, and he flipped off the camera. The cheers around us grew louder, whistles, and catcalls, until I gave into the peer pressure, not that it was really a hardship for me, and turned toward Casey. Boldly, I grasped his jaw and planted a big, fat, wet kiss on his lips. Eventually, the camera moved on, but we remained lip-locked, and Casey’s lips became pliant. He started to kiss me back until someone clapped him on the shoulder, laughing that the camera was gone.

Just like the moment.

When the game was over, I sighed, coming to my feet.

“You want to get out of here?” he asked.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” I sounded as defeated as I felt.

We fought the crowd to get to the truck, and I stopped him just before he climbed into the cab.

“You good to drive?”

“I’m good. I wouldn’t risk it if I wasn’t.” I trusted him. Casey was a responsible guy. “I’m sorry your team sucks,” he teased.

“Whatever. ”

Casey laughed. The stadium lights reflected in his blue eyes, making it hard to look away.

“Anytime you want to switch over and join the Mariners, let us know. There’s always room for another fan.”

“Not likely. You don’t have to be a bad sport about it and rub it in.”

“And you don’t have to be a bad sport about them losing.”

“I’m not,” I defended, realizing I sounded like a toddler.

“You kicked over your beer when they lost.”

Asshole . “My foot slipped.”

He laughed, basically telling me I was full of shit. “Get in. Don’t forget, you owe me dinner.”

We ended up at Dixon’s Diner. By the time we arrived, it was so late the place was empty.

I drowned my loss in a strawberry milkshake and a greasy burger, and Casey celebrated his victory with a root beer float and a chicken sandwich.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Not really,” I said morosely. “But you keep coming up roses, don’t you? Not only did your team win, but this is the perfect date, isn’t it?”

He paused his chewing with a mouthful of fries, expression comical. “What do you mean? This isn’t a date.”

“Really? Tickets to a good game, followed by burgers at Dixons Diner. All that’s missing is…” I waggled my eyebrows to hint at the unspoken words .

Understanding dawned, and his eyes bugged out. Taking a sip of his float, he swallowed, practically choking. “You saw the interview?”

“Oh, yeah.” I grinned wickedly. “I’ve seen them all.”

“Jesus,” he groaned, palming his face.

“Are you going to finish that sentence, Coach?”

“I think we both know what I didn’t say.” He wiped his mouth on his napkin.

I tapped my phone to light up the screen and checked the time. Eleven-fifteen. “It’s not too late. The night ain’t over yet.”

Casey’s eyes dropped to my mouth. Abruptly, he pushed to his feet, tossing some money on the table. “Come on, it’s getting late.”

The drive to his house was mostly silent, with shared looks at every stoplight full of heat and hunger. The burger I’d consumed churned in my gut. Why was I so nervous? We’d done this once before, and about twelve more times in my head.

But this time was different. It wasn’t a fantasy, and it wasn’t a mistake.

This was purposeful. This was something we’d both agreed to, knowing the consequences and the risks.

We tumbled through his front door, and Rawlings tried to trip us up as we raced to his room. I stripped off my shirt, and Casey did the same, and then Rawlings parked her furry ass between us, looking up at us each in turn with her puppy dog eyes.

She was begging for attention.

She was begging for a treat .

And she was begging to go potty.

Casey sighed. “I’m not into voyeurism, so let me take her out real quick.” At the door to his bedroom, he called over his shoulder, “Don’t move.”

Cockblocker , I mouthed to her.

Kicking off my shoes, I looked at his bed and imagined him lying in it, texting me at night, jerking off to thoughts of me, to the memory of us in the hotel room. Was that the last time he’d been with a man? What about those boxers? I had to know if he still had them. I started pulling out random drawers, searching for them, but all I could find in his underwear and sock drawer was plain old cotton. No black silk with ridiculous baseballs on them.

“What are you looking for?” he asked, leaning against the door frame. “I told you, I don’t bottom, so if you’re looking for a dildo, you’re out of luck. But you’re welcome to use my cock instead.”

Heat rose to my cheeks, and I was positive they were turning red. “I was looking for those boxers.”

“The ones you made me buy? I donated them to charity.”

“I didn’t make you buy them. You could have put them back.”

Casey came closer, his eyes roaming over my naked chest. my nipples tightened under his gaze. “Are we really going to sit here and argue? I can think of a better use for your mouth.”

“Where’s your dog?”

“Crated. ”

“Do you want to use my mouth?”

“Undo my pants,” he ordered, stripping off his shirt. My fingers flew to his button, sliding the zipper open as fast as I could. I worked his pants down his hips, helping him to step out of them.

“Stay down there on your knees. I like the way you look down there.”

I swallowed hard. “Now what?”

“Do you have to be told like a damn virgin? Can you not figure out what to do with my cock?”

My own cock kicked in my pants. Peeling his navy briefs down his thighs, I watched his cock, long and hard, spring free, and licked my lips. I looked up. My gaze traveled up his hard body, completely naked, toned, and tan from hours in the sun on the field.

“Like what you see?” I nodded, knowing my gaze was as hungry as his. “Hold your tongue out.” Casey grasped his cock and slapped it against my tongue several times before wiping a bead of pre-cum on it. Then he proceeded to smack my cheeks with his dick. It was humiliating, but I think that was the point. It was meant to be.

“You like being told what to do, don’t you?”

“Only by you.”

“Only me?” He looked satisfied with my answer.

“And only in the bedroom.”

He chuckled. “Do you feel submissive right now? You told me last time you did.”

“Yes.” All the nervous energy in my body gathered in my throat, creating a lump I couldn’t swallow past .

“It makes you feel vulnerable and exposed, doesn’t it? Being in a new role, being at my mercy?”

“Yes,” I breathed out, my voice sounding husky.

“Does it make your cock hard?”

I reached into my pants and pulled it out to show him just how hard it made me. Casey leaned down, taking my face in his strong hands. “Do you want me to humiliate you and degrade you in this bedroom?”

I had to swallow twice before I could answer, my voice coming out in barely a whisper. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Coach.”

“I heard they call you Big City Baylor,” he smirked. “But you don’t look so big right now. Do you feel big?”

“No, Coach.”

“Are you my bitch, Baylor?”

“What?”

He corrected me by smacking me with his cock again. “Are you my bitch?”

“Y-Yes, Coach,” I stuttered. Excitement and heat swirled in my gut, and I wondered what he could possibly have in store for me.

“On the field, we may argue and disagree and yell at each other, but I will not humiliate you and degrade you outside of this bedroom. But when we’re in here, or any bedroom for that matter, you belong to me, Baylor. You’re my bitch. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Coach.” I could already feel the effects of his words and his proposition igniting my body, like an inferno, changing my brain chemistry. I was no longer Big City Baylor—ladies’ man, big man on campus. I was Baylor the Bitch—Casey’s plaything.

“Open your mouth.” I obeyed immediately, stretching my jaw wide. “I’m going to feed you my cock, and I want you to suck on it—hard, not soft. Just like you did in the hotel room that night.” He caressed my jaw like he was rewarding me. “You sucked me so good, I thought you were a seasoned cocksucker. I never would’ve guessed you were a virgin.” Casey slid three fingers into my mouth, stretching my lips wide. “When I hit the back of your throat, don’t pull away, and don’t bite my cock. You can breathe through your nose, and you can swallow, but don’t pull away. I want to see you gag.” I nodded, fighting the urge to suck on his fingers. “If you start drooling, let it drip. Use it to lubricate my dick. Don’t waste all that drool. I want to see you make a sloppy mess of my cock and your face. No teeth,” he warned before sliding into my mouth.

The girth of his shaft was as wide as the fingers he had in my mouth, taking up all the space so that I could barely even swallow around his cock. Which made the drool come fast and plentiful.

“If you suck fast and hard, you can make that saliva frothy like foam.”

I did as he said, hoovering the shit out of his dick. Sure enough, the drool became thick like foam.

“You look like a rabid beast, foaming at the mouth over the taste of my cock.”

I sucked him harder, turned on by the image in my head of being nothing but a mindless animal crazed for his cock. I didn’t have to feel ashamed or humiliated. I didn’t have to second-guess my actions or worry that I wasn’t good enough at it. I worked off pure instinct, just following his orders and giving in to the urges sweeping through my body.

His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling slightly until I could feel my scalp burn, and the tip of his cock banged against the roof of my mouth, bruising my palate. My throat felt sore, and I could feel it becoming inflamed, tightening around his cockhead. He shoved in balls deep, and I gagged, tears burning my eyes, snot dripping down my nose, mixing with my saliva.

He was making a fucking mess of me, just like he wanted, just like I wanted. Everything faded away, and I became a vessel for his pleasure. My only purpose was to make him cum. Nothing mattered. I didn’t matter. My pleasure didn’t matter. Except… pleasing him gave me pleasure. I was pretty sure my cock was leaking because I could feel the sticky wetness on my thigh. My balls felt heavy and hot with my load. I kept my hands planted on his cheeks, gripping his ass as he pistoned into my mouth, using me to get off.

If I touched my cock, I would come for sure, but I didn’t want that. I wanted him to give me permission. I saw that in a porno once and I couldn’t shake the thought. I wanted Casey to make me earn it. I wanted to come for him on command.

“You look so goddamn beautiful like this.” His voice sounded rough with lust. “It’s easy to forget I can’t fucking stand you. ”

Fuck, the muscles in my stomach contracted, spasming wildly, and I had to clench every muscle in my thighs and ass to keep from coming, hands-free. Just the thought of degrading myself for a man who couldn’t stand me, who barely respected me, if at all, made me feel like the dirtiest whore, lower than the chewed gum stuck to his cleat.

And that made me hot all over.

“I’m going to flood your mouth, and you’re gonna swallow every drop.”

I was totally on board with that, but if he wanted me to stop long enough to answer him, he was out of luck.

A moment later, his warm, salty seed coated my tongue, and I swallowed it down as fast as he fed it to me.

Casey slid his cock out of my mouth and held it in front of my face. “Open your mouth.”

Did he want to check to make sure I swallowed it all? I held my mouth open for his inspection.

“Stick your tongue out,” he ordered. Running his fist down his shaft, he milked every last drop onto the tip of my tongue. It pooled in a bittersweet puddle that I was dying to swallow, but did not dare until he ordered me. “Swipe that all around your mouth and lips.” I swiped his cum over my lips, my mouth watering from the flavor. “Stick your tongue in my slit and see if there’s anything left.”

Fuck, he was nasty. I scooped out one more precious drop and held it on my tongue until he told me what to do next.

“Do you want to swallow that?” I nodded, wanting to swallow it more than anything. I wanted to suck my lips clean. “Did you like the taste of my cum?” Again, I nodded. “Go ahead, swallow it. That’s your reward.” I hoped I’d get to come as my reward, but he hadn’t mentioned it yet. The tip of my cock was actually throbbing. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” I answered, my voice sounding broken and ragged from having my throat abused.

“Get up on my bed, on your back, and spread your legs.”

I had no idea what kinky shit he had planned next, but I was totally down with whatever. I scrambled onto his mattress and spread my thighs wide open.

“Plant your feet on the mattress and take your cock in hand. I want you to stroke it nice and slow. Don’t rush to the end. I want to enjoy it.”

He wanted to enjoy it, not that he wanted me to enjoy it. But I would. This was already the best sex of my life, and it appeared there wasn’t even going to be any fucking involved.

My hand was still soaked with saliva from blowing him, and it slid easily down my shaft. The veins were engorged with blood from being hard for so long. My skin felt hot. More than anything, I just wanted to fuck my fist, hard and fast, just like he told me not to do. The urge was nearly overwhelming.

Would he punish me if I disobeyed him?

Of course he would. I almost wanted to do it just to see what would happen.

Casey kneeled on the end of the bed, already stroking his now mostly soft cock. “Hold your hand still and use your hips. Fuck your fist.”

Where did he come up with this shit?

He’d even found a way to make me feel humiliated while masturbating. Un-fucking-believable!

I humped my fist, increasing my pace even though he hadn’t told me to. I was desperate to come. My head tipped back, my eyes rolling back in my head, and my mouth hung open as I breathed heavy and loud.

“Do you feel it? Are you nearly there?”

Was he kidding me? I’d been there for twenty minutes. My balls were starting to hurt. “I’m there,” I grated, sounding all raspy and dire.

Casey chuckled, running his finger down my calf. “You’re so much fun to fuck with.” Then he pulled my leg hair, and I almost kicked him reflexively. “I would love to drag this out and edge you, to make you hurt, to make you cry and beg for release, but I’ll go easy on you, since this is your first time.”

Easy? Nothing about this had felt easy.

“Go ahead, my sweet bitch. Come for me.”

That one word did it. I brought myself right to the point of explosion, and then let go, planting my hands beside my hips on the mattress so that he could watch my cock pulse without being touched.

“Oh my God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered, sounding amazed.

My hips bucked, and I moaned long and loud as I came, rope after rope of hot, thick cream crisscrossing over my stomach in a sticky mess. And then he blew my mind. Casey crawled over my legs and licked my skin clean. He dragged his tongue through my cum, lapping it up like a kitten with a bowl of cream. And then he licked his lips and gave me a devious smirk before dropping a kiss on my lips that was mostly all tongue.

“Next time I’m gonna fuck you.”

Yes, please! I was free tomorrow and the next day and the next.