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By Alessia Brio

Andrea Spring doesn't love baseball, but she sure loves baseball players. When her carefully-crafted casual sex life gets rocked by unexpected forces, she meets the challenge with her unique style. There's nothing conventional about this woman. When Andi plays, everybody wins.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Purple Prosaic
• Release date: Feb 4, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452306643

Alessia Brio

Take one part Appalachian redneck, one part aging wet dream, and one part filthy-minded wordsmith. Mix well and serve with chocolate-covered cherries. There you have the one and only Alessia Brio. Alessia writes all colors and flavors of erotica, from heterosexual to menage to same sex, and from twisted to humorous to deeply touching. (Sometimes, usually by accident, it even qualifies as romance.) Her work has earned her critical acclaim in the form of a few EPIC eBook Awards for Best Erotica, a couple Next Generation Indie Book Awards, and a Romantic Times Top Pick in addition to a plethora of glowing online reviews.Not all of Alessia's publications are allowed here on Smashwords due to censorship. Readers interested in the full catalog are encouraged to visit her label's website at www.PurpleProsaic.com

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Alessia Brio & Will Belegon

Copyright © 2009 Alessia Brio & Will Belegon

All digital rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions.

Cover art © 2009 Alessia Brio

ISBN 978-1-4523-0664-3

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.

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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 slu… 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 her, 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