Chapter One
JT Lovejoy looked out over the baseball field, still lit
from the game tonight, with its crosscut grass and cleat marks forged in the
dirt around the bases. The home team he covered for the local newspaper had
just squeaked out an 11th-inning win and he’d been lucky to make his
deadline—working so late he was now alone in the press box. His fingers were
cramped and he could use a beer.
Too bad they don’t let us drink in the press box. Would
make for some interesting stories for the paper.
JT was about to pack up his computer when he heard a noise
behind him. He turned to see the team’s public relations intern, Sydney,
standing just inside the door. His cock began to harden as he took in the tight
team polo shirt stretched across tits he’d dreamed about more than once and a
flippy little black skirt that made him wish for one of those under-the-skirt
cameras so he could see what was hidden underneath. She tucked a strand of her
long brown hair behind her ear and smiled. It was anything but innocent.
“Hi, JT. I saw the lights on but wasn’t sure anyone was up
here.”
Sure you weren’t, honey.
They’d been flirting for weeks now and JT decided then and
there to do something about it. “Yep, still here. Just turned in my
assignment.”
“You, um, got everything you need?”
He raised an eyebrow.
What an opening…
“As a matter of fact, no.”
“Oh? Can I get you something else? Wait, you sent in your
story already, though, right? You must have.”
“My story isn’t what I was talking about…”
What I need is you. Your tits, your pussy…
Sydney’s brow furrowed. Was she really this obtuse? JT would
bet not. “Another feature?”
“Sort of.” He motioned her closer. “Come here and I’ll tell
you.”
Her gaze darted to the closed door just behind her. “All
right.”
She approached and he gripped the arms of the chair to keep
himself from reaching for her. Sydney sat in one of the adjacent chairs and
leaned forward a little, almost as if she were offering herself to him.
Hopefully she will before long.
He took a deep breath and went for it, staring out the
window at the now darkened field.
“You’re what I need.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. Under me, on top of me, hell, side by side is fine…”
He checked to see if she looked repulsed or about to slap him, but all she did
was lick her lips. Images of those lips tightened around his cock flooded his
sex-deprived mind.
“That’s pretty forward.”
“I’m a forward kinda guy,” he lied and held his breath.
Her eyes darted down to his lap and when she looked back up
he could see the heat in them. “Well, we can’t have you needing something and
not getting it, now, can we?”
JT tried to speak but a sound that could barely be
classified as a croak was all he could force out as she slid off the chair and
fell to her knees.
“Christ—seriously?” He wanted to clock himself over the head
for being such a fucking idiot—he didn’t even know what she planned to do.
She gave him a little smile and reached for his belt. He was
getting a clue pretty quickly. Again he forgot to breathe as she unbuckled the
belt. His cock was trying to make a break for it, and she rubbed the back of
her knuckles over his erection before reaching for the button and zipper and
pulling his pants and briefs down to his upper thighs. His throbbing dick
pretty much fell into her hand and she squeezed him briefly before closing her
fingers over his cock head.
Looking up at him, her face split into an impish grin as she
asked, “What do you want?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Before answering, she ran her little pink tongue up the side
of his shaft. The sensation arrowed right down to his balls. “No. I want you to
tell me what you want.”
Closing his eyes, he went for it. “Suck it.” She said
nothing, did nothing. He was afraid he was gonna bust a vein soon. Forcing
himself to pry one eye open, he peered down at her.
JT Lovejoy looked out over the baseball field, still lit
from the game tonight, with its crosscut grass and cleat marks forged in the
dirt around the bases. The home team he covered for the local newspaper had
just squeaked out an 11th-inning win and he’d been lucky to make his
deadline—working so late he was now alone in the press box. His fingers were
cramped and he could use a beer.
Too bad they don’t let us drink in the press box. Would
make for some interesting stories for the paper.
JT was about to pack up his computer when he heard a noise
behind him. He turned to see the team’s public relations intern, Sydney,
standing just inside the door. His cock began to harden as he took in the tight
team polo shirt stretched across tits he’d dreamed about more than once and a
flippy little black skirt that made him wish for one of those under-the-skirt
cameras so he could see what was hidden underneath. She tucked a strand of her
long brown hair behind her ear and smiled. It was anything but innocent.
“Hi, JT. I saw the lights on but wasn’t sure anyone was up
here.”
Sure you weren’t, honey.
They’d been flirting for weeks now and JT decided then and
there to do something about it. “Yep, still here. Just turned in my
assignment.”
“You, um, got everything you need?”
He raised an eyebrow.
What an opening…
“As a matter of fact, no.”
“Oh? Can I get you something else? Wait, you sent in your
story already, though, right? You must have.”
“My story isn’t what I was talking about…”
What I need is you. Your tits, your pussy…
Sydney’s brow furrowed. Was she really this obtuse? JT would
bet not. “Another feature?”
“Sort of.” He motioned her closer. “Come here and I’ll tell
you.”
Her gaze darted to the closed door just behind her. “All
right.”
She approached and he gripped the arms of the chair to keep
himself from reaching for her. Sydney sat in one of the adjacent chairs and
leaned forward a little, almost as if she were offering herself to him.
Hopefully she will before long.
He took a deep breath and went for it, staring out the
window at the now darkened field.
“You’re what I need.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. Under me, on top of me, hell, side by side is fine…”
He checked to see if she looked repulsed or about to slap him, but all she did
was lick her lips. Images of those lips tightened around his cock flooded his
sex-deprived mind.
“That’s pretty forward.”
“I’m a forward kinda guy,” he lied and held his breath.
Her eyes darted down to his lap and when she looked back up
he could see the heat in them. “Well, we can’t have you needing something and
not getting it, now, can we?”
JT tried to speak but a sound that could barely be
classified as a croak was all he could force out as she slid off the chair and
fell to her knees.
“Christ—seriously?” He wanted to clock himself over the head
for being such a fucking idiot—he didn’t even know what she planned to do.
She gave him a little smile and reached for his belt. He was
getting a clue pretty quickly. Again he forgot to breathe as she unbuckled the
belt. His cock was trying to make a break for it, and she rubbed the back of
her knuckles over his erection before reaching for the button and zipper and
pulling his pants and briefs down to his upper thighs. His throbbing dick
pretty much fell into her hand and she squeezed him briefly before closing her
fingers over his cock head.
Looking up at him, her face split into an impish grin as she
asked, “What do you want?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Before answering, she ran her little pink tongue up the side
of his shaft. The sensation arrowed right down to his balls. “No. I want you to
tell me what you want.”
Closing his eyes, he went for it. “Suck it.” She said
nothing, did nothing. He was afraid he was gonna bust a vein soon. Forcing
himself to pry one eye open, he peered down at her.
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