In The Dugout

Mile High

When I Get Home You’re So….

Swipe Right

Sweat It Out

The elevator ride up from the gym felt like forever. Jarren was griping her hips hard enough to bruise but if he didn’t, he’d probably fuck her right there. And her pressing her ass back into him wasn’t helping.

“Ready for a different workout baby” he says, grinding into her, she bites her lip and nods. The elevator opens on their floor and he practically drags her out. She laughs as she tries to keep up with him. He turns around and picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder. “Jarren oh my god put me down” she squeals. He laughs but says nothing, walking down to their door.

He unlocks the door and carriers her right to the bedroom. “Shower, now” he says, putting her back on her feet and walking into the bathroom. Wasting no time she quickly removes her clothes and joins him. He’s already under the hot stream of water, his back towards her. She bites her lip and just watches for a minute, the water running down his back, over every taut muscle there to his tight ass. “I can feel you staring baby” he says, not turning around.

She steps into the shower and runs her hands up his back, “mmm, just admiring your pump” she says, placing a kiss on his back. He turns around and grips her waist, spinning her under the water. “The pump you so rudely interrupted” he laughs, watching the water run down her chest, between her breasts. He reaches out and cups one breast, “not that I’m complaining” he says, kneading, watching her eyes dilate.

He leans down and kisses her, hard. Hands moving down to her ass and pulling her close; against his still painfully hard cock. “Jarren” she moans, head lolling back under the water as he kisses down her neck. She pushes him back slightly and sinks down to her knees, the water now hitting her back. “My turn” she says, licking her lips and wrapping her hand around his cock and pumping before placing a kiss on his head. “Mmm, fuck baby” he moans above her, watching her take his cock in her mouth. She takes as much of him in as she can, her hand working what doesn’t fit. Jarren’s hand goes into her wet hair and grips, anchoring her in place.

“Oh fuck your mouth feels so good” he groans, slowly thrusting into her mouth, watching her lips stretch around him. She gags a little as he hits the back of her throat and pops off of him to breathe, her fist continuing to pump him. She meets his eyes when she takes him back into her mouth, swirling her tongue and sucking him harder. “Fuck” he moans, head falling back, submitting to her. Jarren lets her work him until he feels like he’s about to cum; he pulls her mouth off of him “mmm, need to fill that pussy with my cum baby.”

She stands and he spins her around, pushing her against the wall and smacking her ass. “So eager for me” he says watching her arch her back and stick her ass out for him. He drags his cock through her folds before sinking deep into her. “oh fuck, Jarren” she moans, forehead dropping to the wall.

“your pussy was made for me” he says, pulling out slowly and thrusting back in hard. He sets a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the small bathroom. He pulls her flush against him as his hips snap into her. “So fucking wet for me” he moans, hand sliding up her body and wrapping loosely around her neck. She moans, her walls clenching as he tightens just slightly around her throat. “You like that baby, want me to squeeze harder?” He groans, feeling her get tighter.

“Jar” she moans, lifting onto her tip toes and pressing back into him, meeting his thrusts. His hand around her throat tightens a little more, not cutting off her airflow, just adding pressure, as he fucks her harder.

The water is starting to get cold but they don’t care, too caught up in each other. He pulls out of her suddenly and spins her back around, picking her up and backing her into the wall. “Wanna see your face when you make a mess on my cock” he growls, pulling her back down onto him. Her head falls back against the wall at his words, a whimper escaping her lips. His thrusts are brutal, her back sliding up the wall with each one.

She snakes her arms around his neck, hands going to his curls at the nape of his neck and gripping. “Fuck Jarren, harder” she moans, voice cracking. He hikes her legs up higher on his hips and speeds up his thrust as best he can. “Fuck” he moans, his balls starting to tighten, “Gripping me so tight baby girl.”

She feels him start to falter, knowing he’s close. “Fill me up Jar, want your cum so deep in me.” His head falls to her shoulder, her words bringing him even closer to the edge. “Fuck, I’m so close” he moans against her, hips slowing. He fucks into her hard before stalling and spilling deep inside her. “Ahh fuck” he moans, he cock pulsing. She feels him deep; so deep, her own orgasm hitting hard. She milks him for every drop.

They stay like that, Jarren pinning her to the wall and catch their breath, the water now falling cold around them. “Think you worked harder there than at the gym baby” she laughs, feeling his chest heave against her. He unwraps her legs from his waist and sets her feet down, reluctantly pulling out of her; their mess visible on her thighs. “Guess I wanted a leg workout too” he laughs, “fucking worth it” he states, eyes settling between her thighs.

“What’s today baby?” She asks her boyfriend, Jarren, as she grabs her gym bag off the floor. He looks over at her and smiles, “Back and Bicep, you?” “Legs” she groans “the worst yet most satisfying.” Thankfully they don’t have to go far, their apartment complex has a full gym on the 2nd floor. And even better, it was empty except for them!

She knows Jarren takes his workouts seriously so she doesn’t mind that he goes off on his own, it lets her watch from afar. “Text me if you need help with plates” he says, walking over to the rows of benches. “I will” she replies with a smile and heads over to the squat racks.

She does a quick warm up before loading up the barbell. She starts light, squats 100 for 4 reps before racking and grabbing more plates. Jarren is perfectly visible in the mirror behind her, curling 60lb dumbbells like they weigh nothing. The sight makes her bite her lip and watch. “That’s longer than 90 seconds babe, get back to work” he laughs, catching her watching. She rolls her eyes and starts her next set, eyes still watching him.

She finishes her next 3 sets and unloads the bar, moving on to hip thrusts. Jarren’s moved to the squat rack next to her, setting up his low rows. “Gonna distract me” he says, looking down at her and watching her load plate after plate on the bar. “No one said you have to watch” she teases, knowing damn well neither of them have taken their eyes of each other.

He tried not to, tried to focus on his low row but he couldn’t help but look at her thrust 250lbs with ease. His cock twitched in his shorts. She’s biting her lip with each rep, the effort making her legs shake. “You’ve been resting an awful long time” she laughs, catching her breath and looking over her shoulder at him. “Just admiring the view” he answers, grabbing his own bar and starting his next set.

It’s her turn to watch. He’s moving the barbell with ease; the muscles in his back working under his shirt with each row. “You keep staring at me like that and we aren’t finishing this workout” Jarren says, doing one last rep before racking. “Promise” she teases, not looking away from him.

He shakes his head and laughs, “get back to work babe”

She gets one more set in before the sight of him, muscles glistening with sweat, becomes too much. She stands up and steps behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “You know, you look extra sexy right now” she says, running her hands up his chest. “Yeah?” He asks taking her hands away and bringing her in front of him. She nods, her hands gripping his arms. He lets her squeeze his muscles before he spins her, her back against his body and forces her to look in the mirror in front of them.

His hands are on her hips, holding her against him, “You feel what you’re doing to me” he whispers in her ear, pressing his growing erection into her back. “Jarren” she moans, her thighs clenching. He leans down and kisses her neck, biting lightly as his hand moves to her biker shorts waistband. “I know your wet for me baby” he says, hand disappearing in her shorts “watch me finger you”

Her breath gets ragged as his finger slides through her folds while his eyes are trained on her through the mirror. “Fuck” she groans. he leans down to her ear, “your drenched, watching me got you this worked up?” He questions and bites her earlobe, his finger entering her. Her eyes close at the sensation, “Keep watching” he demands, adding a second. She whimpers and opens her eyes, finding his in the mirror again. “Jarren” she grips his wrist, her legs starting to shake.

He can feel her legs shaking, the grip on his wrist getting tighter. He speeds up his fingers, the sound of her wetness echoing in the empty gym. “Mmm baby, listen to that, you’re soaking my hand” he moans, his hips grinding against her for some relief. “Your close baby, I can feel it” he says, curling his finger and hitting the spot that makes her gasp.

“Oh fuck Jarren” she gasps, walls fluttering against his fingers. Her legs threaten to give out but he tightens his free arm around her, holding her up. “Come on baby, make a mess on my hand, want to lick every drop off of it” he groans in her ear, finger fucking her even harder. Her head lolls back against him and her mouth opens on a silent moan. He’s watching her in the mirror, head against his shoulder, chest heaving, legs spread; she couldn’t look more beautiful.

“You’re so fucking sexy baby, letting me finger you when anyone could walk in” Jarren growls in her ear. He fells her clench and hears her whimper. “Fuck baby, you like that? Want someone to walk in, see you fall apart against me?” He asks. “Jarren” she moans as her orgasm hits her, he doesn’t stop, the sound of his fingers even more graphic with her release. Once her thighs have stopped shaking he removes his hand from her shorts and brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. She watches in the mirror.

“Rack your weights, that was only the beginning” Jarren says, fingers popping out of his mouth. “not done with you yet baby”

part two?!

The MLB all star game was in Philadelphia this year and being the lonely single girl she is, she decided to see if any of the players were on the dating apps. The apps are a shit show but hey, a little fun never hurt anyone! And it’s not like anyone is going to actually match with her.

“Girl you need to revamp the profile then” her best friend Carly says, laughing. “Gotta land some hot baseball players!! What if you see Jarren on there?!” Carly gasps, eyes going wide.

“Don’t be insane, he’d never be on the apps, let alone swipe right for me” she says, looking at her friend like she’s crazy. “I’m not even his type”

Carly rolls her eyes, “babe, have you seen yourself? Your tits are perky, your ass is round and you’ve got some nice muscles! he’d be an IDIOT not to swipe”

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It’s Sunday night, the day before the All Star festivities begin, she’s sitting on her couch, phone in hand, hovering over the app. “There’s no way MLB players are on these things” she says to herself and opens it.

The first few she swipes through are your typical Philly guys; desperate for a hook up and profiles loaded with Go Birds. She swipes left on every one. Shes about to close the app and give up on this delusion when the next profile comes up, she’s staring down at her phone in disbelief.

“There’s no way” she says to herself, finger hovering over her screen. She bites her lip and quickly swipes right, closing her eyes, not wanting to see the screen when there’s no match. She opens one eye and peaks down at the phone in her lap, her jaw drops. It’s a match.

She throws her phone on the couch and jumps up “what the fuck? No fucking way, it’s not really him, there’s no way.” She freaking out and pacing in front of her couch. She stops and stares at the phone on the couch, chewing the inside of her lip and trying to think of the next move. She grabs it off the couch and unlocks it, ready to send the first message; but he’s beat her to it.

Philly guys are dumbasses if your single

She blinks and does a double take.

can confirm they are

it’s my lucky day then

She bites her fingernail, staring at the screen.

what makes you think that?

well your answering me for one

and your hot as fuck

and how do I know your actually Jarren Duran?

meet me somewhere

because that’s not creepy

you pick the spot, less creepy

She quickly calls Carly, “what do I do?” She says before she can get a hello out. “Hi, hello, what are you talking about” Carly questions. She gives her a quick rundown, “…. and now he’s telling me to pick the place to meet,” She finally takes a breath and waits for Carly’s response. “wait, you really matched with Jarren Duran?” “If it’s really him, yes!” “uh girl what the fuck are you doing, go meet him! Just pick a place near you and go” Carly screams down the phone.

yard house

that’s near victus

give me half an hour

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20 minutes later she’s driving the 5 minutes down the road from her apartment and praying she isn’t about to be catfished. The parking lot is busy but she finds a spot and camps out, watching the front of the restaurant. 5 minutes later she sees him get out of an uber, baseball hat backwards, white tshirt and black jeans. “Holy shit” she whispers to herself in her car. It’s really him. Her phone vibrates.

don’t tell me you stood me up

She takes a deep, calming breathe

no, just parked

she types with shaking hands. She climbs out of her car and straightens her shorts and tank top, makes sure her hair and makeup still look okay and turns towards the restaurant; towards Jarren. He’s standing there, looking down at his phone as she walks up. His eyes travel up from her legs to her face, a sly smile breaking across his face.

“fuck, yeah it’s my lucky day” he says and rubs his chin, looking her up and down again. “Yeah, well, you’re lucky I actually came” she retorts back and starts walking towards the door, trying to hide her nerves. He follows her, eyes on her ass the whole time. She looks back at him, catching him, “I thought you didn’t drink”

“Every now and then I’ll have one” he answers, holding the door open for her. “Hmmm” she says as she walks through the open door and towards the bar. They find two open seats, the bartender taking their orders. She turns towards him, “okay tell me, why are you on the apps? your..” she gestures towards him. “I’m what?” He pushes, knowing her answer but wants her to say it. “Hot as fuck, you could get anyone” she answers, taking a sip of her drink. He shrugs, “never deleted it and thought it would be fun to open it this weekend” he answers, honestly. Jarren leans in closer to her “you were the first one to pop up, knew I made the right decision.” She looks at him and rolls her eyes, not believing what’s going on right now. She takes another sip of her drink, needing the liquid courage.

Conversation flows, not awkward like she expected it to be; they actually have similar interests. “clearly you’re a baseball fan, but do you actually know the game?” he asks, sitting back in the chair, drink in his hand. She looks at him, straw in her mouth, and narrows her eyes. Placing her drink down, “well for one, you need to stop swinging at balls above the strike zone, and two” she crosses her legs, “everyone says OPS is the most important stat, but personally I think WAR says a lot more.”

He leans back in his chair again and just looks at her, his cock twitching at her answer. She isn’t one of the girls who pretends they likes baseball but just like the players; she actually knows the game. “Alright” he leans forward, closer to her, “I agree. And I don’t always swing above the strike zone.” She just looks at him.

A few drinks later, the conversation has taken a more sexual turn. “So what exactly do you mean by fun?” She asks him, leg pressed against his as the bar has gotten crowded. Jarren just smirks at her, “don’t act like you don’t know” he answers. She laughs, looking up at him and bites the straw of her drink, thinking. The back of her chair is bumped and her hand lands on his thigh to steady herself. She looks up at him, eyes wide and goes to move her hand but he holds it there. “Let’s have some fun” he says, eyes hungry. She doesn’t trust her words at the moment so she just nods. He gets the bartenders attention and quickly pays, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the restaurant.

They get back to her apartment and barely make it through her door before Jarren is attacking her lips. “Fuck I’ve wanted to do that for the last hour” he says, lips trailing down her neck. “You should have” she moans “we would have been here a lot sooner then.” “Oh yeah” he laughs and stands up, looking down at her, hand pushing her hair behind her ear. She bites her lip and pushes against his chest, getting him to move and leading him to the couch. “Sit” she directs.

“Shit baby, you wanna take control”

She looks at him, legs spread, arms across the top of her couch and slowly walks towards him, “that what you want?” She asks, straddling his lap, his hands moving to her ass and squeeze. He lifts his hips, pressing his hard on into her, “what do you think?”

She moans feeling how hard he is and leans forward, kissing him hard and rolling her hips. Jarren presses her harder into his lap and meets her hungry kiss, moaning into her mouth. They make out, all tongues, grinding and traveling hands. She breaks it and kisses down his neck, climbing off of his lap and getting on her knees in front of him.

“I’ve been told I give really good head” she smirks, throwing her hair up into a messy bun before moving to the button on his jeans.

“I think I’ll be the judge of that” Jarren says, watching her every move. She undoes the button and leans forward, placing a kiss over his cock and taking the zipper in her teeth, tugging it down. He moans at the sight.

She looks up at him through her eyelashes as she does it and runs her hands up his legs before reaching up and pulling his very hard cock out. “Mmm, someone’s excited” she giggles and wraps her hand around his shaft. “Fuck” he groans, head falling back. She watches him as she licks up his shaft to the head and swirls her tongue. Jarren looks down at her, on her knees in front of him, cock standing proud in her hand and bites his lip. He lifts his hips and pushes his pants down to his ankles, “go on, suck me off sweetheart”

She holds his gaze as she takes him in her mouth, lifting up on her knees for a better angle and bobs her head, slow at first; watching him watch her. He moans, hand moving from the back of the couch to her hair, not gripping, just holding. “Fuck”

She pops off of him and strokes him, “that feel good, Jarren” she asks, licking his cock like a lollipop. His hips lift, chasing her mouth. “Come on, don’t tease sweetheart, put your mouth back on me” he groans. She smiles and takes him back in, taking a little more of him than before. “Oh fuck” his hand grips her hair hard, trying not to thrust into her magic mouth. She feels it and moans around him, the vibration causing him to buck. “Mmm, shit your mouth feels amazing” he groans, pulling her hair just a little more. She smiles up at him, lips still around him and takes him even deeper into her mouth, down her throat, and swallows. “Oh god” he throws his head back and groans, feeling her deep throat him. She feels him twitch and moans around him. Jarren grabs her head and pulls her off him “as much as I wanna cum down your throat, I gotta feel you pussy sweetheart.”

She stands and lifts her tank top over her head and undoes her shorts, letting them fall to her feet, standing in front of him in just her bra and panties. Jarren squeezes the base of his cock, trying to prolong his orgasm. “Get over here”

She walks the short distance and climbs into his lap again, his hands gripping her ass and giving it a slight smack. “How do you want me?” She purrs, hands snaking around his neck. “Ride me” he grunts out and takes her waistband and rips it off. “Hey, I liked those!” she cries. “I’ll get you a new pair” he swipes his tip through her wetness and moans “but you gotta fuck me first”

She sinks down on his cock and throws her head back, “oh god” she moans at the stretch “you” she pants “are so big.” His head falls to her chest “and your fucking tight sweetheart.” She rocks forward slowly, adjusting to his size before lifting her hips and dropping back down. She gasps and he grips her ass tighter. He lets her set the pace, lets her rise and drop on his cock before he can’t take it anymore and stands up, her in his arms. “Eek” she screeches and grips his neck tighter. “I won’t drop you” he laughs and spins around laying her down on the couch, “but I’m gonna fuck you good and hard now” he says, reaching behind his back and pulling his shirt over his head. She bites her lip as his abs and tattoos appear.

He smirks and leans forward, reaching behind her and undoing her bra, pulling it off and dropping it on the floor with the rest of their clothes. “Your tits are perfect” he cups them and squeezes. His cock never left her pussy, he slowly pulls out and snaps forward, hard. Jarren watches her eyes close and her teeth sink into her lip, holding her moan in. “nah, don’t hold it in, let me hear how loud you are”

She swallows and gasps as his hips snap even harder “Jarren, fuck” she groans, loud. He growls and pushes her hips farther apart, going even deeper. Her back arches off the couch and her walls start to clench. “Yeah baby, squeeze my cock” he says, watching it disappear in her with every thrust. She’s a moaning mess beneath him.

His thrust start to get sloppy, his own orgasm building. “Fuck, come on sweetheart, cum” he groans against her shoulder, feeling her clench, “fucking take me with you”

“Jarren, mmm, fuck” she gasps “I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming”

He feels her walls squeeze him tight and his own coil snaps, he pulls out quickly and jerks off over her stomach, painting her with his release. “Fuck” he breathes, chest heaving, looking down at her, wrecked.

She laughs and swipes her finger through the mess on her stomach and brings it to her mouth, tasting him. “Mmm, you taste as good as I thought” she says. He’s watching her, mouth open “definitely my lucky day” he says, shaking his head.