Page 7 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
ChapterThree
SOPHIE
October 29, 2022
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Twitter @miamibballbabe
(October 29, 2022)
The World Series starts tomorrow! The players are staying in a hotel before home games. I’m glad @realsebmiller is getting away from #sopHOny. I’ll kill her if she tries to distract him from bringing us home the championship. No drama. Just baseball.
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“Seb! Stop. Joe will be here in fifteen minutes.”
“Thirty,” Seb says as he backs me up against the kitchen island. “We have plenty of time.”
I grab his hands as they start pulling up my dress. “You know he’s always at least fifteen minutes early.”
“Okay, he’ll be here in fifteen,” he says as his face plunges into my neck. “Like I said—plenty of time.”
“Stop.” My body arches into him like it always does when he gets anywhere near my neck. “You know the neck thing makes me crazy.”
“Really?” He starts nibbling. “I had no idea.”
“You did too,” I say, running my hands down his back. They land on his butt. “And stop flexing. You know how I feel about your butt muscles.”
“They like you too,” he whispers as he continues to flex underneath my hands. He knows exactly what to do to put me in the mood. Honestly, it doesn’t take that much. Just looking at him does it for me most of the time.
I unzip his jeans and pull him out. Hard again. “We already had sex last night and this morning.”
His hands dart under my dress. “Not even close to our record for a twenty four hour period.”
“I swear you have more than two hands.” I sigh as I feel my body pass the point of no return. “And you’re way hornier than usual.”
“Incorrect. I’m always this exact same amount of horny.” He lifts me onto the island.
“Not here,” I say, trying to get down. “I’m entertaining later.”
“We’ve had sex on every surface of this house including this one. We can clean it.”
He continues the neck work as he pulls my legs around his waist. He fingers me a little before he slides inside. I let out an extended moan as he fills me up.
“That’s better,” he whispers. “I knew you would come around to my way of thinking, eventually.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as he starts pumping. I know it will happen like it always does. The tingling starts in my toes and shoots up my legs. Then my entire body starts shaking. It’s such an intense sensation that sometimes it’s all I can do not to pass out.
The intercom beeps to announce that security has cleared someone through the gate. “Joe Porter,” the voice announces.
“Seb.” I groan as he starts panting against my neck. “He’s here.”
“Take your time.” He slides his hands under my butt and picks me up. “He’s not getting in until I let him in.”
He pushes me against the wall. The shelves to the left of my head start shaking. I think something falls off. My head drops to his shoulder as he whispers something to me. I can’t hear him. The roar has started in my brain like it does just before I’m about to lose control.
I hear a knock on the door just as my body releases. I bury my mouth against Seb’s neck to try to deaden the long series of sounds pouring out of my mouth. He pumps hard a few more times before he erupts inside of me with a loud grunt that rattles around inside my head as I collapse against him.
