Sluggers (Chicago #02)

Then I felt your hands move to my head. I moaned around your cock as I continued sucking and stroking, feeling you gripping my head more firmly as you started guiding my mouth on and off of your cock. It turned me on to feel that, my pussy clenching once again. I slid my free hand down between my legs to rub my clit.

Your groans continued as you pulled back until just the head of your cock was in my mouth, thrusting shallowly. I looked up at you as one of your hands slid into my hair, gripping tightly, while the other came to the side of my face. You started pulling my head on and off of your cock, still focusing on the head at first, then pulling more forcefully until your cock was pressing deep down my throat. You kept going until I gagged a little, then pulled my head back off of your cock to allow me to recover.

I moaned and reached to suck and stroke again eagerly as soon as I'd taken a breath, trying to take you in even deeper, all on my own.

"Fuck!" you cursed, your head rolling back.

I kept sucking, my hands sliding down to your thighs, taking you in as deeply as I could until I gagged again. This time, rather than pulling me off of your cock, you pressed harder on the back of my head, while also thrusting deeper down until your cock was all the way down my throat.

"That's it. Take all of my hard cock down your throat. Flick your tongue out at my balls," you commanded.

I moaned, rubbing my clit harder as I opened my throat for you, using my tongue again to rub against the base of your cock and flick out at your balls as requested.

"Fuck! That's it... keep your lips wrapped around me nice and tight, just like that. You're such a good fucking slut, aren't you?"

Your words were doing something to me I couldn't describe. I'd never had anyone calling me names, somewhat degrading me like that. I never would've guessed that it would be something I liked, but I couldn't ignore the way my body was responding. I felt so close to cumming for a third time, my fingers rubbing frantically on my clit, inside my jeans and panties. I was practically whimpering on your cock as I felt you dragging my mouth most of the way off, only to pull and thrust all the way back down my throat again roughly.

You groaned when you saw my fingers were picking up speed. "You're getting close, aren't you?"

"Mmm hmm," I moaned around your cock.

"Fuck! I'm so close to cumming down your throat. Is that what you want? Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow all of my cum?"

I moaned affirmatively again, feeling you pulling and sliding my mouth along your shaft.

Then you groaned again and pulled back until just the head of your cock was in my mouth again. "Nice and tight now," you ordered, your breathing noticeably more labored.

I wrapped my lips tightly around you, hollowing out my cheeks as you kept thrusting shallowly. And then I felt and heard you approaching release.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" you growled, just before I felt the first burst of hot cum shooting into my mouth. You held my head still and I could feel the pulsations of your cock with each jet of cum as I struggled to keep it all in my mouth, swallowing as you kept cumming, groaning with each release.

When you'd finally emptied all of your cum into my mouth, I pulled back slowly, licking every drop from the tip of your cock. Before I could move back all the way, you tightened your grip on my hair and on my head once again and pulled me all the way onto your still semi-hard cock one last time before finally releasing me.

I smiled up at you and laughed a little as I leaned back on my heels, wiping the outline of my mouth.

"Fuck," you chuckled, smiling back down at me. "That was fucking amazing."

"Yeah, it was," I agreed with a smirk.

You held out a hand for me then, pulling me back to my feet as soon as I took it, then reaching out and grabbing me by the throat, squeezing, pressing me back up against the door.

I gasped and moaned again, my chest heaving, my breathing suddenly labored.

"I need to go. My wife and friends are going to be wondering why I've been gone so long," you said. You were watching my reactions again, your thumb stroking my neck as your eyes fell to my cleavage once again.

"Okay," I breathed, still reacting to your touch and the way you were looking at me.

Then your hand slid down my chest until you were cupping and squeezing my breasts through my shirt. Your other hand found my hip and squeezed before sliding back into my panties. Then, your fingers pressed down until they were slipping into my pussy again. Your palm pressed hard against my clit as your fingers curled and pressed up further into me.

"God, you're so fucking wet for me," you growled, fingers rubbing, fingering me more aggressively again.

"Ohhh god," I moaned, writhing on your hand, feeling so close to cumming again.

Your other hand tugged my shirt up, suddenly. Then you tried tugging down on the cups of my bra. I helped by reaching back to unclasp the bra, allowing you to push it up towards my neck, too, exposing my breasts. You leaned down as soon as they were free, taking one of my nipples into your mouth, sucking hard and nibbling.

"Fuck!" I yelled out, fingers digging into your upper arms again.

"I want you to cum again," you said, pulling back briefly before attacking my other nipple.

"Ohhhhhhh my god... ohhh fuck..." I whimpered, my hips gyrating with the movement of your hand.

"It was so hot seeing how turned on you were to have my married cock in your mouth. Taking it all the way down your throat. I knew you'd be such a good little college slut for me. Letting me fuck your hot slut mouth."

Your words brought me over the edge again. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" As your fingers kept rubbing my clit, I felt an eruption of warmth and wetness. I hooked one leg around your waist and leaned back against the storage closet door, nearly lifting off my feet as I writhed and rocked against your hand. It was by far the most intense feeling I'd ever experienced.

I came down slowly, breathing hard, feeling weak in the knees as I regained my footing. An involuntary, big, goofy grin took over my face. A ringing sensation resonated in my ears.

I felt you drag your hand out of my pants, and then watched as you examined my wetness, glistening on your fingers. Then you brought them up to your face, smelling them. Licking a little. Fuck. I felt another tightening in my chest and clenching in my pussy as I watched you tasting me like that.

"You taste so good," you said.

I couldn't formulate a response, so I just stared back at you, my eyes still clouded with pleasure and lust.

"Have you ever tasted yourself?" you asked next.

I shook my head slowly, glancing between you and your hand.

Then you lifted your fingers up to my face, stopping short by just an inch. "Smell," you commanded.

I did as you said, noting the tangy odor.

Then you brought your fingers to my lips, rubbing your fingertips along my bottom lip, pressing down, then slipping the fingers into my mouth. "Suck on them."

I sighed, feeling the effects of your words, once again following directions enthusiastically. It was sweet yet bitter, with a slight metallic taste as well. I sucked on your fingers as you pressed them into my mouth deeper, then started thrusting them in and out, slowly.

"Good girl," you said, once I'd sucked all of my juices from your fingers. "Next time, I want to taste more of you."

"Next time?" I asked with a cautious smile.

You smirked back, wiping your hand off on your jeans before taking your phone out of your pocket and unlocking it, opening your phone app, and then handing it to me to enter my number.

I typed my number in, then handed the phone back to you, letting you decide what to save it as. Then I heard a ding from my phone as you texted me so that I'd have yours as well. I smiled as you finished saving my number, then clicked your phone off again.

You smiled back, re-buttoning and zipping up your jeans. "I really have to go now."

I laughed a little and started readjusting my clothes as well. "Yeah, me too."

"Why don't I give you a little head start, just in case?" you offered.

"Okay," I agreed, smiling as I reached for the door handle and pulled it open, quickly peering out into the hall to check that the coast was mostly clear. Then I turned back to you one last time. "Bye."

"Bye for now," you said with a wink.

***

I made my way back into the dueling pianos room, completely unaware of how long I'd been gone, but knowing that it was way too long for it to be believable that I was really just in the bathroom. I scrambled to come up with another believable story, already doubting that I'd be able to pull it off, anyway.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Molly yelled as soon as she saw me approaching the table.

"I ran into some friends from work by the batting cages," I lied, opting to keep it simple, hoping for the best. "How are things going with the mountain man?"

"Who was it? You should invite them to join us!" Molly suggested, not accepting my attempt at changing the subject.

"I don't think you've met them," I said, aiming to appear breezy.

Then Molly's expression changed as her eyes caught on something behind me. Her eyebrows furrowed and raised, and she gave me a questioning look.

"What?" I asked, turning around to find what she was looking at. I caught a glimpse of you walking down the hall, heading back downstairs, and blushed, knowing I wouldn't be able to hide or deny what happened to Molly, of all people.

"Sam, what the hell?!" she started, before I'd even turned back.

I wasn't sure how to respond. I knew how bad it looked, what Molly must be thinking. But I couldn't explain any of it, still feeling dazed after everything that had just happened in the storage closet.

I felt myself blushing again as I turned back to her. "Nothing happened," I lied.

Molly just rolled her eyes.

Then I was saved from having to try another response as the server came by with a tray full of Jell-O shots and we all went for another round.

***

Molly was a lot more drunk than I was by the time we called it a night, right around closing time at Sluggers. She and the mountain man had exchanged numbers, and it looked like the two other guys had managed to get numbers from our friends as well.

As Molly and I waited for a cab, I tried to keep the conversation on her, hoping to avoid any more questioning about what happened with Mark for as long as possible.

That hope didn't last long, though.

"So what exactly does 'nothing happened' mean?" Molly asked, not long after we'd finally gotten into a cab, once it was just the two of us again.

I groaned. "It means what it means!"

"Sam, he's married," she said, with emphasis.

"I know he's married!" I snapped back. "I said nothing happened!"

Molly seemed to let it go after that. At least I thought she had, for a few silent moments, anyway. "Well, we both know that's a load of shit and that you're a terrible liar. But I can tell you really don't want to talk about it, so just promise me you'll be careful and be smart. I just don't want you or anyone to get hurt."

I rolled my eyes and didn't respond, knowing that she knew I knew she was right, but not willing to admit it yet.

We rode the rest of the way home in relative silence, aside from my occasional jabs to make sure she was still awake and not passing out in the back of the cab. "I won't be able to carry you up four flights of stairs, you know! You'll have to sleep on the doorstep!" I warned her.

She just snickered and laughed back.

***

Despite how late it was by the time Molly and I got home and went to bed, I couldn't fall asleep. I swayed back and forth between the guilt I knew I should feel, knowing what I'd done and how bad it would be if Mark's wife found out, and the thrill of all the new feelings and sensations he'd brought out of me. Everything with him felt so different from any past experiences with guys my age. I never would've imagined that I could do anything like that, but from the beginning, it hadn't even occurred to me to try to resist. The little voice that was supposed to be in my head telling me it was wrong seemed to be MIA.

As I lay in bed, I kept replaying the events of the evening in my mind, thinking back over everything that had happened with Mark in that storage closet. I got flashes of memories: being on my knees in front of him, feeling his fingers inside of me, hearing his hot words that drove me to orgasm after orgasm. The thoughts got me so turned on again. I slid a hand down inside my panties, feeling how wet I still was, wanting to feel more.

Then I allowed myself to imagine what might come next. I started with that comment Mark made, about wanting to taste more of me next time, and how incredible it would likely feel to have his mouth on me like that. Rubbing slow circles around my clit, I imagined him licking and sucking on me there, until he made me cum so hard on his tongue.

Then I pictured Mark climbing on top of me right there in my bed. My stomach did a flip when I imagined him hovering over me, holding himself up, his eyes boring down into mine, his lips curving up into that sexy smirk as he rocked against my hips, grinding his hard cock against me. I imagined feeling the head of his cock pressing into my lips, slipping between them and into my opening. Rubbing harder, faster, I pictured him sinking into me until his hips were pressing me down into the mattress, then pulling back and thrusting, gradually harder, faster. Closing my eyes and arching my head back, I came again, my whole body writhing beneath the sheets.

After I came down from yet another intense orgasm, I picked up my phone to look back at the quick text Mark had sent while we were still in the storage closet earlier.

Mark: Hi

I clicked on the info icon, then created a new contact with his name. Then, as I was clicking back out, I accidentally hit the phone icon and suddenly, my phone was dialing his number. I cursed and fumbled to hit the end call button, but I had a bad feeling I was too late. I waited for the next several moments with bated breath, to see if there'd be any response or call back.

Sure enough, less than a minute later, there was a text:

Mark: You must have felt me thinking about you

A huge, involuntary grin overtook my face. I clicked on the iMessage text box to type a response, but wasn't sure what to say. I tried out a few different options, but immediately erased each one, shaking my head and getting frustrated with myself for overthinking, knowing he'd be seeing the three dots flashing, showing each time I started to type.

Then Mark's three dots were flashing, and another message came through:

Mark: Are you in bed?

I typed my response right away, then finally hit send.

Sam: Yes

Mark: Naked?

Fuck. My breath hitched as I once again considered my response.

Sam: Not quite

Mark: What are you wearing?

Sam: Panties and a t-shirt

Mark: Panties still wet?

Sam: Yes

Mark: How hard are your nipples?

Sam: I can feel them poking through my t-shirt

Mark's next response took a minute, the three dots coming and going as he seemed to be considering what to say next. I waited with eyes trained on my phone screen, and finally his next message popped up:

Mark: Take the shirt off. Lick your nipples and suck them into your mouth

Fuck. I couldn't help wondering where he was at that moment, as he was sending me those messages. Was he already in bed, with his wife sleeping beside him? Was he still up and in another room, getting hard again as he pictured me in bed, playing with my own nipples? I wanted to ask, but also didn't want to interrupt the flow.

Sam: Okay

I replied, then leaning up to pull the shirt off and tossing it onto the floor.

Sam: It's off

Mark: Good slut

I moaned, my body writhing once again.

Mark: Are you cupping your breasts yet?

I moved my free hand to my breasts and typed my answer:

Sam: Yes

Mark: Squeezing?

Sam: Yes

Mark: Feeling the weight of your (D's?) in your hands?

I smiled at the implied question.

Sam: 38DD

Mark: Mmmm... I want you to circle your light pink nipples lightly until they're nice and hard, then pinch them between your fingers

I sighed and followed directions, texting a moan back to him:

Sam: Mmmmm so good

Mark: How hard are they now?

Sam: Almost as hard as they were with your mouth on them earlier

Mark: Lick them into your mouth

I smiled, setting the phone down to hold my breasts up and together, then leaning up to make my mouth reach my nipples. I flicked my tongue out at them, then sucked each one into my mouth.

Sam: Not quite the same effect you have, but still good ;)

Mark: Good. Now move your hand down to your mound and stop. Wait for me to tell you to move.

I sighed, sliding my hand into my panties once again.

Sam: Okay

Mark: Slide your fingers down over your clit. Do not touch it directly. Move your fingers around the side, down and around, underneath, back up to the top. Keep circling it without touching it.

I sighed as I did as Mark told me, my hips arching up as my pussy clenched.

Mark: Slip a finger between your lips, feel the wetness. Tell me how wet you are.

Sam: Very wet

I responded right away, feeling it, but not needing to touch to know the answer.

Mark: Did you cum already since you got home?

I bit my lip, smiling as I typed back.

Sam: Maybe...

Mark: Mmmmm

Mark: Get your dildo

I chuckled a little to myself.

Sam: What makes you think I have a dildo? :P

Mark: Get it and describe it to me

I smiled as I turned to my side, reaching to the middle drawer of my bedside table and pulling out my toy.

Sam: It's pink, and it has an attachment to stimulate my clit while it's inside me

Mark: A rabbit?

Sam: Sort of

Sam: It's like that, but the clit stimulator part makes a sucking feeling :)

Mark: What kind is that?

I opened my google app and found the same one under the shopping tab, then copy/pasted the link into messages and texted it to him.

It took Mark a minute to reply, and I assumed he must've been checking out the link. Then the three dots were jumping again, and his response came:

Mark: I might have to get one of those for my wife

I wasn't really sure what to think or how to reply to that. Luckily he moved on and I didn't have to.

Mark: Do you need lube? Or are you wet enough for it already?

Sam: Wet enough

Mark: Rub the tip along your slit

I sighed and did what he said.

Sam: Okay

Mark: Press it into your clit

I closed my eyes and sighed as I followed that next step.

Sam: Mmm

Mark: Now press it inside slowly. Focus on how it feels, parting your lips like that.

I took my time, savoring the feeling.

Mark kept sending the detailed instructions on how he wanted me to fuck myself with the dildo, telling me to press it all the way inside, as deep as it would go, then to hold the clit sucker in place with one hand while the other worked the main shaft in and out of my pussy as far as it would go.

My responses became fewer and farther in between, which seemed to show that I was getting close.

Mark: Tell me when you're about to cum

I kept going, kept watching his messages and carrying out the instructions with my dildo, until I could feel myself building to another release.

Sam: I'm gonna cum

Then the phone rang.

"Fuck!" I whisper-cursed, fumbling with the phone to answer, cutting off the loud sound and hoping that Molly was sleeping soundly enough next door to not hear the ring through the paper-thin wall.

Before I could say anything, I heard Mark's gruff, whispered voice: "Don't talk. I want to hear you cum."

In the background, I could hear him stroking his hard cock, his hand sliding quickly along the shaft, aided by whatever he'd used as lube.