Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
I went inside, using the key for the bottom floor door to get in. Allison was upstairs and heard me come in, calling down to me as I made it to the bedroom. She said Ryan was at the fire station that night. Without him around, the house was dark and quiet around nine, Allison having put Leo to bed and gone to sleep herself.
Tooling around for a little while, I tried watching TV and reading, but nothing was satisfying me. I decided to just turn in and got into bed. I was staring at the ceiling, going over the interaction with Mallory in my head, wondering what else I should have said. What I would say next time.
Then memories came.
Memories of how amazing we had been together. How much chemistry had been there, and how I felt a spark of it sitting across from her even that day. Memories of her body wrapped around my own. Her legs curled over my hips as I buried myself inside her. Or the way her lips felt pressed against my skin.
My cock hardened, and I sighed. I needed the release. Deciding to set my alarm a little later for the morning, I got up and hopped into a shower. Once the hot water was on me, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift to Mallory’s naked body. One of the days we had been together stuck out in that moment, and I let myself focus on it.
I had taken a call from my agent, sitting in the office of the suite, staring at the sunset over the Bronx. She came into the room wearing nothing but a robe and stood in front of me. I pulled at the string tying the robe together, and it slipped open, revealing her soft, supple skin. I reached out to touch it as she slid to her knees, and I grasped her breast as she settled between my legs.
My agent kept droning on as I tried to wave her off, but she had a devilish grin on her face. There was no stopping her, and I didn’t really want to anyway. She pulled my cock out and stroked it for a moment as I said the last words I could remember saying on the call. They didn’t matter. My agent didn’t particularly pay much attention to what I said anyway.
Her lips parted, and she slid her tongue out to run the course of my staff, swirling at the top and flicking the head of my cock. Her wet, warm tongue wrapped around me, she sank her head down over it, and I leaned back in the chair. At some point, I simply hung up. That seemed to only encourage her to moan.
She took me deeply into her throat and bobbed on my cock, and when I told her I was close, she wrapped her hand around my base and stroked me into her mouth. Her eyes floated up to mine and stayed there, a pleading sound emanating from her mouth. I came hard, and she took me deep into her mouth again. I bucked in the chair as I emptied and then sat back, loose and relaxed as she stood with a satisfied grin and walked away. I remembered how I tore after her, tossing my clothes away, and began round two immediately.
We ate, naked, on the couch that evening. Then went back for more.
When I came in the shower, I doubled over, my mind filled with the image of her mouth wrapped around me. Slowly, I sank to my knees and let the water flow over me.
The next day, I felt a little guilty. Not enough to avoid her, though. I found myself going to the theater at the beginning of my break and watching her teach for a little while. She was in front of the stage, instructing kids who were doing their best to perform while also holding the script and being terrified to actually touch each other.
It brought up tons of memories from when I used to come watch her on that same stage. It also brought up a million regrets that I’d never told her I was there. Eventually, I left to go to the break room and wait for her. A bell a few minutes later signaled her lunch had begun.
As she came in, I motioned to the empty seat she had sat in before. The lunchroom was empty, but she came to sit with me anyway, a small smile on her face. We sat together quietly eating for a moment, not speaking but getting used to each other’s company again.
“So how are you enjoying being back?” she asked, poking at a bowl of what looked like rice and chicken.
“It seems to be going well,” I said. “I’m actually going to talk to the principal about starting up a fall ball program. That way the guys who want to play in the spring can get some practice in during the fall and winter and not lose the time. Most of them only play baseball.”