Page 54 of High Baller

I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling just thinking about his lips touching my skin. I listen to Trey talking about how training’s going, and how they're preparing for their first game of the season. I rest my hand on my stomach as I continue to think about Trey touching me.

"Shorty, what’re you doing?”

I smirk at the sound of his curious tone, and bite my bottom lip as I run my finger over the silky fabric of my panties. "Nothing, just thinking about you—thinking that in two weeks, your hands will be touching me again, your lips will be kissing me, and I'm hoping I'll be smiling a lot."

"I'm going to make you smile tonight, shorty. Rub your clit, you know you want to." Trey's voice comes out a lot softer now. I do love the sexy voice.

His words spark a bolt of lighting inside my stomach, and I begin to rub my clit slowly as I listen to him moving around in bed.

I let out a sigh of pleasure as my hand moves slowly, and I wait for Trey to tell me what to do. “Are you comfortable?” I ask in a teasing tone.

“I am, but tonight, it’s all about you, shorty. Do you like me touching you?” The sound of his voice is like sweet delight, and the shiver it sends through me turns me on.

"You like my tongue pressed against your clit? Do you know how I'd do it right now if you were here?” he asks seductively.

Oh, this is good. My pussy’s pounding, wanting him to touch me. "What would you do, Trey?” The words escape me in a whisper as the pleasure builds up inside me.

“I'd take my time and make slow circles around your pussy, getting closer and closer to the prize. I'd lap up your juices with every sweep of my tongue. I'd make you wait until you were begging for one little lick on that sensitive little spot. You want it, don’t you?”

I brush my fingertips across my clit and moan. “Yes.”

"But that's not all you want, is it? You want me to slide my fingers into that warm, sweet haven of yours. You want me to finger fuck you with two or three fingers, don't you?" he asks. I’m moaning as my fingers do everything Trey is saying. "I like to feel your pussy stretching around my fingers as you take them all in. Kinda like it feels when you stretch open around my dick." Trey's voice getting heavy, I know he’s pumping himself. I know he's just as hot as I am.

My nipples are so hard right now, they hurt. I gasp as I touch myself again. There's a long moment where neither of us says anything as we both pleasure ourselves.

"Are you ready for more?"

“Yes,” I moan, wanting so much more.

“Good. I want you to do that some more. I want you to tease your clit, but don’t let yourself come. I want you to slip your fingers inside and tease around in there, but don’t you dare come. Do you understand? Get right to the edge, but don’t come.”

Getting right to the edge is sweet and delicious torture. I play with my clit, making circles with my now wet fingertip, until my body is throbbing all over and begging for release.

I moan out Trey’s name, my panting so fast I can barely speak, and Trey’s breaths are just as fast in my ear. I can hear him moaning, too, the sound turning me on even more.

“You know what I want right now?” he asks. “I want to say fuck all that licking, teasing, and finger fucking, and spread your legs wide and get in between them, then slide my cock right up into your pussy. You’re so wet I'd slide right in, aren’t you?”

“Umm,” is the only word leaving my lips, the pleasure too high for me right now to talk.

“You would come on that first stroke, wouldn’t you? Then I'd keep pounding you hard, pumping in and out of that sweet sexy place of yours until you're ready to come again. And guess what I'd do then?”

"Trey…" I try to talk, but all I can do is moan and gasp in pleasure.

“I'd come. I'd come deep inside you, where I like it best. You like it best there, too, don’t you? Can you feel it? Are you going to come with me, shorty? Come right now. Come around my dick.”

I don’t have to be told twice. I rub my clit again, strumming it, pressing on it as the pure pleasures washes over me. I can hear Trey moaning and grunting as I raise my hips a little to hit the spot even more.

“Trey, I’m… I’m… Coming,” I moan. My hips slam into the mattress as I catch my breath again, his own heavy in my ear.

“Now, shorty,” he whispers after a few long moments. I wanted to come, and my body needed him to get there. After a few moments of getting my breath back, I hear Trey. “Go to sleep.”

"Good night Trey," I say, then I end the call and go to sleep with a smile on my face.

***

While I’m making a salad for Calvin and myself in the kitchen, I look over at the TV as we watch a basketball game. I’m really trying to get into this. I can now follow what's happening, which is the most important thing for me.

"Is Finn coming to Chicago with us?" I ask Calvin as he snacks on the peanuts on the counter. Finn did say that he was going to stay here for the next trip out. Someone in New York suggested he had the bone structure of a model, and he should set up a portfolio of himself, so that’s what he did. Right after his photos were printed, he put himself forward for a gig.