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Authors: LK Collins
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hard. The moment I fall into desertion, he does the same. My body is hot and I’m out of breath. I look to Abel, all sweaty and glistening.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks.
“No reason.”
Lifting me into his arms, he tightly holds me to his chest. “Tell me.”
“I’ve never had sex like that.”
He kisses me behind the ear and says, “Oh, kitten, you have no idea what I can do to you. We’re just getting started.”
“Will you stop distracting me so I can finish getting ready?” I say to Abel. We are at his house and about to head out to the Colorado Rockies baseball game. He won’t keep his hands off of me and we are already running late. We planned on eating dinner before the game, but that’s not going to happen.
I’m applying my makeup sitting on his bed in nothing but a towel. I try not to watch him as he moves around the room in just his Hugo Boss underwear. What I want to do is peel them off of him and fuck him senseless. He looks over at me and I quickly look away. He just chuckles, and I drool over his legs — they’re so toned and muscular — and his back is insane. The definition of his muscles rippling through not only his skin, but also his tattoos, is so sexy.
“Cara, you’re driving me mad. You need to stop eye-fucking me, or we’re not going to make it to the game.”
I put my hand over my chest innocently. “I’m driving you mad? You’re the one who is strutting around here practically naked. I’m doing everything I can to contain my drool and not say fuck the game.”
“Oh, we’re going to the game, so stop eye-fucking me and hurry up, woman.”
I can’t help but laugh at him, he’s so funny. I finish my makeup and scrunch my hair, leaving it messy and down, just pulling my bangs back. I quickly dress in jeans and my favorite jersey. Of course I love the Diamondbacks — they’re my home team — and tonight that’s who the Rockies are playing. Growing up in Arizona, my dad took me to a lot of their games. Abel, being a Colorado native, is a huge Rockies fan. As I walk out of his bedroom, he is ready, checking his hat in the mirror.
“Damn. As much as I hate the Diamondbacks, you look hot as hell in red. Plus, it is my favorite color.”
I look up at him and grab the sides of his jersey, pulling his lips to mine. “You look hot as hell too, even in a Rockies jersey.”
He kisses me so softly, and I love it. Grabbing my hand, we leave and head out of his building. It’s a warm night and both of us decide to skip bringing a coat or hoodie. Since Abel lives in the heart of downtown, we walk to the game.
The closer we get to the stadium, the bigger the crowds, the more intense the energy. The fans are all crazy and excited, and most are drunk. I feel Abel tighten his grip on my hand and when I look over at him, he’s scanning the crowd while we walk. I love how protective he is watching everyone and ensuring that we stay safe.
I slide my arm around his waist, and he drapes his arm over my shoulder kissing my hair. Approaching Coors Field, the lights are bright and you can hear the announcer introducing the teams.
We breeze our way through security and head straight to our seats. I follow behind Abel, holding his hand tightly, and relishing the way it feels to be with him. He leads us closer and closer to the field, finally stopping at the fourth row behind third base. Our seats are amazing; we have a clear view of the entire field. We are seated above the Diamondbacks dugout, so there are a ton of Diamondbacks fans.
The field is basically surrounded by a huge wall of people, so many more than I expected. I didn’t think tickets sold very well here, but clearly I was mistaken. That explains the crowds out front and the insane energy. It’s also the beginning of the season, and our weather has been rockin’.
“Abel, these seats are amazing. How did you get these tickets?”
Before he answers me, a beer guy comes down the
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks.
“No reason.”
Lifting me into his arms, he tightly holds me to his chest. “Tell me.”
“I’ve never had sex like that.”
He kisses me behind the ear and says, “Oh, kitten, you have no idea what I can do to you. We’re just getting started.”
“Will you stop distracting me so I can finish getting ready?” I say to Abel. We are at his house and about to head out to the Colorado Rockies baseball game. He won’t keep his hands off of me and we are already running late. We planned on eating dinner before the game, but that’s not going to happen.
I’m applying my makeup sitting on his bed in nothing but a towel. I try not to watch him as he moves around the room in just his Hugo Boss underwear. What I want to do is peel them off of him and fuck him senseless. He looks over at me and I quickly look away. He just chuckles, and I drool over his legs — they’re so toned and muscular — and his back is insane. The definition of his muscles rippling through not only his skin, but also his tattoos, is so sexy.
“Cara, you’re driving me mad. You need to stop eye-fucking me, or we’re not going to make it to the game.”
I put my hand over my chest innocently. “I’m driving you mad? You’re the one who is strutting around here practically naked. I’m doing everything I can to contain my drool and not say fuck the game.”
“Oh, we’re going to the game, so stop eye-fucking me and hurry up, woman.”
I can’t help but laugh at him, he’s so funny. I finish my makeup and scrunch my hair, leaving it messy and down, just pulling my bangs back. I quickly dress in jeans and my favorite jersey. Of course I love the Diamondbacks — they’re my home team — and tonight that’s who the Rockies are playing. Growing up in Arizona, my dad took me to a lot of their games. Abel, being a Colorado native, is a huge Rockies fan. As I walk out of his bedroom, he is ready, checking his hat in the mirror.
“Damn. As much as I hate the Diamondbacks, you look hot as hell in red. Plus, it is my favorite color.”
I look up at him and grab the sides of his jersey, pulling his lips to mine. “You look hot as hell too, even in a Rockies jersey.”
He kisses me so softly, and I love it. Grabbing my hand, we leave and head out of his building. It’s a warm night and both of us decide to skip bringing a coat or hoodie. Since Abel lives in the heart of downtown, we walk to the game.
The closer we get to the stadium, the bigger the crowds, the more intense the energy. The fans are all crazy and excited, and most are drunk. I feel Abel tighten his grip on my hand and when I look over at him, he’s scanning the crowd while we walk. I love how protective he is watching everyone and ensuring that we stay safe.
I slide my arm around his waist, and he drapes his arm over my shoulder kissing my hair. Approaching Coors Field, the lights are bright and you can hear the announcer introducing the teams.
We breeze our way through security and head straight to our seats. I follow behind Abel, holding his hand tightly, and relishing the way it feels to be with him. He leads us closer and closer to the field, finally stopping at the fourth row behind third base. Our seats are amazing; we have a clear view of the entire field. We are seated above the Diamondbacks dugout, so there are a ton of Diamondbacks fans.
The field is basically surrounded by a huge wall of people, so many more than I expected. I didn’t think tickets sold very well here, but clearly I was mistaken. That explains the crowds out front and the insane energy. It’s also the beginning of the season, and our weather has been rockin’.
“Abel, these seats are amazing. How did you get these tickets?”
Before he answers me, a beer guy comes down the
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