Page 15 of Sensation Fantasies 3
The guys and I walked into the clubhouse after we won. Not only did I like it when we won—because that was the point of the game—but it felt good knowing we did it with Vaughn there.
When I went up to bat, I saw him and his band sitting a few rows back behind home plate where the club usually put VIP guests. For a guy who said he didn’t know anything about baseball, he knew exactly when to cheer.
“What is this?” Andrews asked, and I looked over at him to see that he was holding a CD case.
“I got one, too,” Hernandez stated.
“Me, too,” Littleton advised.
I knew instantly what it was, and I hurried to my locker, but I didn’t see a CD. Beside my locker, Erikson had one on his chair, and I looked down at mine still not seeing one. I started to search my entire locker until one fell out of my folded pants.
A smile spread across my face as I looked at the black and white cover picture of Flirting with Fire. They were posing against a brick wall, and my gaze zeroed in on Vaughn. His hair was down, and it went to his chest with light waves. My dick started to harden as I remembered wrapping my hand in that head of hair as he took my cock in his warm mouth.
Since the night at Sensation, I hadn’t stopped thinking about my time with Vaughn. I got myself off each night to the memory of him swallowing my cum after he sucked me. I’d even bought and downloaded a digital copy of Flirting with Fire’s album and listened to it each morning as I ran on the treadmill and lifted weights.
I opened the CD case wanting to see the entire booklet that came with the album. My breath caught when I saw a folded piece of paper inside, and I closed the case fast and took everything into the bathroom, eager to see what it said.
Behind the closed door of a stall, I unfolded the note:
I want to see you. Call me.
-V
He left his number, and as I read the note another time, my palms became sweaty. I wanted to call him, I wanted to see him again, but was I ready? I was confident that if we met up, we would go further than him giving me head.
Again, was I ready?
As I changed out of my uniform and into my street clothes of sweats and a T-shirt, I thought about him. Of course, the answer was that Iwasready. I’d been thinking about Vaughn for weeks, and now he was in town, and I couldn’t let the night pass me by without seeing him again.
I took out my phone and texted the number:I got your note. - S
As though he was waiting by the phone, the dots on the screen started to dance.
Vaughn:Can I see you tonight?
Me:Yes.
Vaughn:Where?
I thought for a moment before texting him back:Come to my house.
I sent another text with my address.
Vaughn:I’m getting an Uber right now.
I raced the thirty minutes to my house in Scottsdale, hoping I would have a few minutes to straighten up the place before Vaughn arrived. I had a two-bedroom, two-bath home on a golf course that had mountains in the background. I loved it, and it suited me perfectly from the sleek, white, marble countertops in the updated kitchen with a wine fridge, to the wood-framed and beamed vaulted ceiling in the living room. The outdoor area was paved in stone blocks with a large rectangular fire pit that overlooked the fairway. It was perfect for me. During the season, I traveled a lot to games, but it was nice to come home after a game to my own bed instead of an apartment some of the guys rented together.
Even though I had a housekeeper who came once a week, I still wanted to make sure my house was perfect for when Vaughn showed up. I didn’t know why, but I wanted to impress him. It would be the first time I ever had a guy, who wasn’t just a friend of mine, in my house.
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang, and my heart stopped. Now that he was at my door, I thought I was going to pass out. I took a deep breath, reminded myself that I was a fucking man, and opened the door.
“Hey,” I greeted with a smile. He was so fucking hot in his snug jeans and a white T-shirt that hugged his muscular chest. He had his dirty-blond hair up in a messy bun.
“Hey,” he said back.
“Please, come in.” I stepped aside so he could come in, and then shut the door behind him. “Can I get you a beer or something?”
“Sure.” He followed me to the open kitchen. “Nice place.”
