in and out of my pussy. “You want it hard?”
“Ohh, I do,” I moaned. “Fuck me harder.”
He gripped me tightly and pulled back until his cock almost slipped out of me, then slammed it back inside my pussy. Shivers of pleasure cascaded through my body as he began fucking me the way I wanted, hard and fast and like there was no tomorrow, our skin making a soft slapping sound every time we came together.
I arched my back and rubbed my own breast. Rafael saw this and wrapped his long arms around my waist, pulling me up against him and squeezing my chest, fingertips tightening around one of my nipples.
Wrapped in his arms, I felt like I was his. There was nobody in the world but the two of us, our bodies fitting together like erotic puzzle pieces.
Rafael slammed his cock into me again and again, and then he was moaning louder than I was. He pushed me down onto my belly and fucked me in the prone position, doing push-ups on my ass. Seconds later he pulled out and cried out with pleasure, a deep sound that echoed in the hotel room and filled my ears like music. I twisted to watch him stroking his cock as he came all over me, spurts of his come landing on my ass cheeks and back, and the intense pleasure on his face was more beautiful than any oil painting.
Still on my belly, I threw my arms out sideways and said, “Safe!” like an umpire.
Rafael chuckled happily and leaned down to kiss me. “Now we’re tied one to one.”
He dashed off to the bathroom and returned with a hand towel to clean me off. When he was done he tossed aside the towel and cupped my face with both hands, kissing me as passionately as if we were just getting started.
“I bet you’ve never done that with Coach Schultz,” I said.
He groaned, but this time there was no pleasure in the noise. “You had to go and ruin a perfect moment by putting that image in my head.”
I pushed my tits together with my hands and gave them a little shake. “Hopefully this image erases it.”
He flashed a perfect white smile. “That’s a start. I’d better sneak back to my room before the other guys get suspicious.”
“You mean you’re not going to brag about this to the whole team?” I said, half-serious.
He shook his head sincerely. “I don’t like bragging about that kind of thing. Besides, Darryl and Joel and I sort of have our own thing going.”
“What do you mean?”
He waved the question off and quickly dressed. “We’ll work on my windup tomorrow? To fix the pitch-tipping?”
It was a reminder of the original reason he had come here, and how I was making myself useful as a member of the team. That added another layer of joy to the jumble of emotions in my head. I nodded.
“See you at practice,” I said.
He kissed me one more time and said, “See you tomorrow, Coach,” before leaving. I smiled at the door long after he was gone.
My dinner was ice cold, but I didn’t mind.
5
Natalie
I walked from the hotel to Surprise Stadium the next morning. We had a Cactus League game against the Padres at 1:05, but everyone got to the stadium early to workout and prepare.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with Rafael last night. It felt like a dream. How many women got a chance to sleep with one of their athlete heroes? Not many, I would guess.
What now, though? Was last night just a one-time thing? A sexy workout between two people who had chemistry? It made me wonder if things would be awkward. If Rafael would treat me the same way today, and tomorrow, and the next day at practice.
Had I ruined any chance at a professional relationship?
But I wasn’t about to let my worries spoil my mood. It was another beautiful day and I was working my dream job. I focused on my dad’s advice: keep making myself valuable to the team and eventually my work would get noticed. By the time I reached the stadium I didn’t even have to fake my smile.
“Good morning!” I said cheerfully to the security guard who had doubted me yesterday. “Going to be a gorgeous day.”
He grunted as he examined my badge. “Bobby wants to see you in his office.”
I went through the tunnel and into the stadium. A dozen players were already warming up in the outfield, tossing