Double Header Read online

  Double Header

  a novella of erotic romance by

  Will Belegon

  and

  Alessia Brio

  Phaze 6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  eBook ISBN-10 1-59426-772-3

  eBook ISBN-13 978-1-59426-772-7 Double Header © 2007 by Alessia Brio and Will Belegon All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright

  Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  Cover art © 2006 by Alessia Brio

  Edited by Kathryn Lively

  Phaze is an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC.

  www.Phaze.com

  3

  Also by Will Belegon and Alessia Brio Amichu Artistically Inclined Bound For Success San Diego Sunset Switch By Will Belegon Barely a Secret Phaze Fantasies II San Francisco Surrender by Alessia Brio Erotique fine flickering hungers Phaze Fantasies I Time Warp Coming Together: Special Hurricane Relief Edition Coming Together: For the Cure

  CHAPTER ONE

  Andrea Spring lifted her head and, sweeping her dark hair from her eyes, peeked over the broad shoulder of the shortstop in search of the clock. Six fifty-three, if it could be believed. With a sigh, she carefully removed the second baseman's arm from her waist and eased her nude body toward the foot of the king-sized bed. Neither man stirred as she extricated the meat from their human sandwich, chuckling as her foot landed on a sticky condiment.

  She wondered how long she'd slept. Couldn't have been more than a couple hours, since it was already approaching midnight when they reached the hotel where the team was staying during its three-game series with the Sox. The final game in that series started in just over six hours, so she'd soon have to rouse her sleeping studs if she was to receive the type of farewell fuck she desired.

  The used condom adhered to the bottom of her foot, and she hopped as she peeled it off. Closing the door as quietly as possible, Andrea flicked on the bathroom light and blinked as her eyes adjusted to its garish brightness. She splashed cold water on her face, finger-brushed her teeth with the tiny tube of complimentary toothpaste, and used the bidet to freshen up before returning to find the vacancy she'd created unchanged.

  Slipping her body between the fine specimens of male flesh, she squirmed until she rested on her back and took a cock in each hand. "Batters' up," she whispered.

  The shortstop stirred at her touch—first below the waist, then above. His eyelids lifted, and he peered around groggily for a moment before his eyes connected with Andi's. A smile crept across his face. "Hello, beautiful. Still here?" "It's Sunday, stud," Andi replied. "I know you lose track, but I don't have work today. You do, though, both of you."

  He started at that, until remembering his teammate, who was just beginning to respond to Andi's attentions. She laughed at his naïveté and kissed the momentary discomfort from his lips.

  "Sorry. Caught me off guard. Never did something like this before, not really. I mean, you know, guys don't normally…I mean…"

  Andi dropped the second baseman's cock to bring her finger to his lips. "Quiet. It's not my fault you both showed up at the bar last night. Not that I'm complaining. Are you?"

  "No…no, I guess not. Pretty fucking cool, actually. Like something out of a porno."

  "And you liked it. Now shut up and quit wasting time. I want more. Don't you?"

  "Hell, yes! But what, I mean…shit, just tell me what you want me to do."

  "I need to wake up your buddy. And I want a cock in me while I do it. Fuck me while I wake his ass up."

  "Okay, whatever you say, you crazy sl…um, sorry. I didn't mean that. You're not a slut."

  "Yes, I am. The difference is that I let myself enjoy it. However, I'm not crazy. Now shut up and fuck me while I suck your teammate's cock." "Yes, ma'am!" The twenty-one year old might be famous for his hands, but it was the size of his cock that Andi loved. She got on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass in his direction. The slight pause and familiar sounds told her that he remembered her unwavering requirement for protection. Good boy, she thought. Andrea Spring was wild, yes. Crazy, no.

  The obedient blond moved behind her and slipped his hard bat into her pussy. Very good boy. She sighed in contentment as he began to rock, then bent forward to take the hard, dark chocolate head of his double play partner into her mouth. He groaned and involuntarily raised his hips off the bed. Andi opened her throat and took the thrust. As her lips touched his groin, she felt his hands in her hair and knew that had done the trick. "Oh, fuck yeah! Damn, bitch!" The Midwestern farm boy fucking her provided a stark contrast in personality to the inner city stud who now started to push up into her mouth. She pulled away for a moment, slapping his hands from her head.

  "Get on your fucking knees. I want that black cock all the way down my goddamn throat, but not from this angle. I need to be able to breathe."

  Just as Andi knew to take a more gentle approach with the polite farm boy, she knew to be the boss-bitch with his teammate. Men were very predictable creatures, once she learned how to evoke the desired reactions from them. It was a skill she possessed innately and had honed to near perfection.

  It took some maneuvering to achieve the rhythm she wanted, but she soon had them moving in harmony. The shortstop's thrusts pushed her forward while she took the second baseman's cock in her throat, and both men basted her body with their hands. Rotisserie Andi, she would later jot in her journal. The sensations of being filled on both ends drove her quickly to and over her edge. Her first orgasm took her as if it had been lying in wait since last night, rushing over her with little warning. She dug her fingernails into the older man's ass and enjoyed his gasp of both pain and pleasure.

  As she did so, she felt the boy behind her begin to shudder and abandon their rhythm in favor of his own. They came fast, the young ones, but they came often. It all evened out in the end. Pulling away from her second baseman, she balanced on one hand while she guided his hand to his cock. He growled his annoyance at the interruption, and Andi winked at him. With the pounding she now received from behind, his cock risked a painful scrape of teeth—or worse. She instead focused on just his glans, licking and sucking, as he kept himself aimed at her mouth.

  Sensing the imminent explosion behind her, Andi pushed with her voice. "Come on, lover. Harder! Fuck me with that gorgeous cock." That was all it took. He drew back and rammed her as he came, propelling her forward and knocking her off her knees in the process. As he pulsed inside her, Andi could feel the tendrils of another climax take root, and she knew exactly how she wanted to experience it.

  "Get off me, sugar," she ordered, allowing barely enough time for his orgasm to ebb. "Now!" she added when didn't move as quickly as she expected. He jumped at the scolding, and she paused to soften the sting. "I do so love the way you fuck me, big boy, but I'm not finished yet."

  Andi stood and directed her second baseman onto his back with his legs off the edge of the bed. In one smooth motion, she swiped a condom from the nightstand and slid it over his rigid length. He grinned in anticipation and again aimed his cock for her—this time for her pussy as she straddled his thighs and immediately lowered herself onto it. With her feet planted firmly on the floor to either side of his, she rode him in reverse.

  His big hands gripped her hips, steadying h
er, and her own fell between their legs to cup his balls and toy with her clit. Her breasts bounced with each impact. Lost in her own enjoyment, Andi completely forgot there was a third person in the room until his voice cut through her awareness. "Damn!" He pronounced the word with two syllables. Her eyes shot open, and she lifted her hand to beckon with one

  finger. "C'mere." He took a couple tentative steps toward her, and she leaned forward to catch his hand. Without losing her stride, she pulled him to stand between their legs. Andi looked up at him, smiling, and he bent to kiss her.

  "Did you enjoy fucking me again?" She knew the answer, but the question was part of the process. "Uh huh." "Mmm. I thought so." She dropped her tone an octave. "Did you enjoy it enough to do something special for me while I ride this nice, hard cock?"

  A grunt sounded over her shoulder, and she gave a throaty chuckle, squeezing her pussy muscles around him. "Uh huh." A bit of uncertainty crept into his voice. "Good." Andi grasped both of his hands and yanked him to his

  knees. "Then suck my clit." "What? But…it's so close…I mean…I can't." "Yes, you can. Put your mouth on it and suck it. It's my clit, not his

  cock. Don't you trust your teammate?" "Yeah…but, I just don't think I can…" "Fucking rookies! Do it, motherfucker! I ain't gonna miss. I swear I…" The veteran's voice trailed off as Andi's nails dug into his leg. Two good boys, she thought. He caught that hint quickly enough, but he should have known better. I'll teach him next trip.

  Andi looked down at the kneeling youngster. A mixture of fear and desire ran through his eyes. She could see the barrier begin to waver, the mortar between the bricks of this wall flake and crumble. She smiled inwardly at his struggle as he stared up at her, in awe of her and scared to death of what she had just asked of him. Stupid boy. She knew what would push him through the bricks, could see how badly he wanted to please her and make her happy. But it was too easy. There was no challenge in it. She fought a momentary battle between the desire to achieve her purpose without such an obvious ploy and the need for another orgasm. The orgasm won out. Putting all the sweetness she had left behind in her own small town into her voice, she crumpled his resistance like it was a fortune cookie from last night's take out Chinese.

  "Tommy," she whined, "don't you want me to come again?" The crumbs of his thin walls streamed between her fingers, leaving only the sweet revelation of her near future in her metaphorical hand.

  He set his shoulders and went for her clit like it was hit up the middle with the game on the line, and Andi added another run to her box score. She wasn't sure if it was the rush of the power she held over him, the pounding of the cock in her pussy, or the suction on her most sensitive point, but she didn't really care. She threw her head back and enjoyed the sensation as her last orgasm of the morning raced through her body.

  As she gathered her things a short time later, the shortstop excused himself and retreated to the bathroom. He couldn't meet her gaze without blushing, which made her glad it was getaway day. She'd seen that look before. Well, he'd get over it once he found some ditzy little blonde in Seattle or Tampa Bay. Good. It was better that way, better that he never realized how hard she had to work to remember his name. "That was harsh, Andi. He's just a kid." "You complaining?" "Of course not. You're the hottest piece of ass in the league, girl. I

  ain't looking to lose out. But he's a nice kid." "With a nice big cock. And I'm the hottest piece of ass in both leagues, and don't you fucking forget it. You gonna get a hit for me today, stud?"

  "Andi, I ain't never took an oh-fer the day after you. After trying to live up to your standards, hitting a ninety-eight mile per hour fastball is easy. You want I should leave you a ticket?"

  "Sure, why not? I might even surprise you and use it. Say 'Hi' to the wife for me." Andi blew him a kiss as she walked out the door, her heels slung over her shoulder and dangling from her fingertips.

  "Yeah, right. That'll be the fucking day." The door clicked shut before he could say anymore, and Andi strolled down the hall toward the elevator, enjoying the twinge of soreness that accompanied each step.

  CHAPTER TWO

  "Spill it, girlfriend. Which one did you do?" Jay David epitomized the stereotypical gay man, from his effeminate gestures to his immaculate sense of style, to his insistence on being called by both of his given names.

  Feigning innocence, Andi dropped her oversized Versace handbag onto the booth's bench as she slid in beside it and motioned for their server. "Whatever do you mean? Unsweetened tea, please, with lemon."

  The server rushed to fulfill her wish just as every straight man she'd ever met had done. It got old after a while. Perhaps that's why she so enjoyed Jay David's company. With him, there was no subterfuge, no manipulation, and no expectation—just friendship, unwavering support, and plenty of laughter.

  The first person she befriended upon relocating to Chicago seven years ago rolled his eyes and sighed. "Both. I should've known. You did them both, didn't you? Honey, you gotta stop fucking the opposition. It's not good for the home team. That loss was brutal. BRUTAL!"

  Andi grinned and shrugged as she nodded her thanks to the server and stirred half a packet of artificial sweetener into her tea. "What can I say? I'm good for morale."

  "You ain't kidding, sweetie. Those two set a team record for double plays yesterday. They were ON. And that dinger in the top of the sixth had your name written all over it. Six for fucking eight between them, Andi! Four runs scored!" "Five." "What?" "I'll tell you later." "You better! Anyway, I only wish you'd juice our boys that way." They paused long enough to order lunch. "Uh uh. Too risky. That kind of thing has the potential to cause a lot of damage, y'know, both on the field and off. In fact," Andi sipped her tea as she capped the decision in her mind, "no more teammates for me—not concurrently, anyway— even if that means no more double headers."

  Jay David placed his drink on the table, carefully dabbing the corners of his mouth as if he held a fine linen napkin instead of the popular brass-and-fern eatery's red paper variety. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and launched into a tirade that stunned Andi with its vehemence.

  "How dare you so casually dismiss a scenario I've been fantasizing about since my teen years? Do you have any idea how sexually arrogant you sound? Just where am I gonna get my vicarious thrills? Tell me that! I swear on my best butt plug…" He stopped upon realizing that his voice carried to the adjacent booths and continued in a much lower, but no less emphatic, tone. "I'm serious, Andi! I think anyone with a pulse would love to have the variety of your experiences—whether they admit it or not. Why would you voluntarily limit that?"

  Andi raised an eyebrow. "Where did that come from? Did you get caught cybering again?" The expression on his face made a verbal response unnecessary. "Honey, you're the one limiting yourself by staying with someone who doesn't appreciate your hot, horny nature."

  He held up his hands to stop the lecture, so Andi shifted gears. "I know just what you need. Both teams are on the road this coming weekend. That doesn't happen very often. Let's hit a day spa for the works—manicure, pedicure, facial, and massage—then go shoe shopping, then the latest chick flick, then dinner. My treat." "On one condition," he cautioned as their soup and salad arrived. Andi raised one perfectly-plucked eyebrow, a gesture that spoke much more than the proverbial picture's thousand words. She opened her mouth to add to the nonverbal response, but Jay David cut her off with a dismissive wave of his salad fork.

  "Stop right there, hot pants. I know what you're going to say, and I really don't need to hear it again. My relationship with Sebastian is…complicated." Complicated didn't begin to describe it, but in the years since Andi blew into the Windy City, it was Jay David's longest lasting relationship—that is, if she stitched their time together like a quilt, each patch lasting a couple months until their innate differences reached critical mass and drove them apart. A few days, maybe a week, would pass before their sexual chemistry pulled them back together, beginning the cycle anew.

>   Carefully picking the onions from the top of her salad and placing them on a small plate, Andi grinned. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to call that Neanderthal such a fancy name? I swear he was born with a unibrow. Anyway, I was just going to ask where you wanted to have dinner." He rolled his eyes, and she again changed the subject. "So, tell me about this big brouhaha you mentioned earlier. What's it got to do with my biggest account?"

  "Didn't you even read my e-mail, Andi? Did you follow even one of the links?" Jay David scooped the discarded onions from Andi's plate and deposited them on his salad. The near-ritualistic sharing caused them to grin at one another, acknowledging their harmonic differences. He doused his salad with vinaigrette dressing, added a hearty sprinkling of black pepper, and reached for the Tabasco sauce.

  Andi, as if on cue, winced at her dear friend's culinary excesses. "And ruin your fun? Of course not! Okay, I read a little. But I don't see the big deal. She's just one small time author. Yes, of course it's wrong to single her out. I just don't see it becoming that newsworthy. Now, if she were actually a gay man…then we'd be able to play it up. She just writes about them."

  "Sweetie, how did you get to handle the account of one of the biggest hotel chains in North America, even the world, with that lack of vision? It's a major opportunity, for both of us. Gay men travel, sweetheart. With a capital T. We don't have kids, we're better educated, and we have twice the disposable income of your average nuclear family. True, Houston is no major destination. But there are hotels in New York, here in Chicago…in San Fran-fucking-cisco! They pulled this bullshit because they thought it would never leave W's backyard. The local management didn't count on the fact that every one of those 'little' authors has a blog, and they all know each other." He capped his speech by stuffing a forkful of salad into his mouth and giving an emphatic nod.