Page 54 of Stolen Bases

Fuck, do I want to steal all the bases with her. I want to shove my cock down her throat until she chokes. Fuck her face raw. Bend her over and make her come on my tongue, my fingers, and my dick until she’s hoarse from screaming my name.

But I won’t. Not yet.

She alluded to being inexperienced. I still haven’t figured out if she means with sex or relationships—not that I have experience with relationships. But sex? I’ve had my fair share. I’m kind of hating myself for that right now. Talia deserves better, which is why I refuse to push her. We go at her pace.

“We are, but—”

“There’s that but again,” she teases, stealing my joke.

I give her butt a playful tap.

Wrong move. A groan vibrates low in her throat—a siren song to my cock.How the hell am I going to make it through this?

“Base runners need a signal from the coach before they steal.” My voice is too gruff, dripping with restrained desire.

Talia hums, her eyes blinking open. “What kind of signal?” I don’t miss the pitch in her voice lowering to a seductive level.

The little tease.

I play with the end of her braid as I word my reasoning carefully so she understands why I’m forcing us to slow down. “A stroke of an arm.” I run both hands down her arms, wishing I could feel her skin under mine. “A hand signal on the thigh.” My hands travel from her arms to her legs, giving them a squeeze. “Anything, really.” I shrug. “Signals stop runners from stealing too soon. From being reckless.”

“Reckless?” Her brows pinch together, and her eyes dip to my mouth.

“It’s reckless to steal a base without a plan. We have rules for a reason.” Now, I’m just spewing pure bullshit, and by the way she narrows her eyes at me, she knows it.

“And what’s the reason for applying rules to this … situation?”

She’s going to kill me with all her questions, challenging me. I like it too much, and so does my dick. That greedy fucker twitches behind my zipper, begging to be freed. “So that when you make it all the way around the bases to home, you’re satisfied.”

“Interesting.” Her finger trails up my chest in a slow path, and her hips shift, driving me crazy with the need to bury myself inside her hot, curvy body. “Can you tell me what the bases are? I’m unfamiliar with the game you are referring to.”

“Behave, itty bitty,” I warn. She’s purposefully trying to get a rise out of me.

She giggles. “Humor me. I didn’t get to experience this in high school. I spent all my time with my nose in a book.”

“Experience what?”

“Having a crush on the popular guy. Sneaking out of the house to spend time with him. Letting him get to first base. Or second. Or third. What’s it called when you go around all the bases? A home run?” she asks, toying with me. She knows damn well it’s called a home run.

Biting her lip, she looks up at me from under her thick black lashes, a picture of pure innocence.

Fuck.She’s going to kill me.

I mentally crack my knuckles. If she’s going to torture me with this game and give me the worst case of blue balls, she can suffer a little too.

I take her soft lips with mine and kiss her—slow and in control, tasting every addicting inch of her mouth. Her palms grip my shoulders, and her nails dig into my skin, marking me, as I pepper kisses along her neck and jaw.

“That’s first.” Searching for skin, I encircle her waist with the palms of my hands and slide them up under her sweatshirt.

If thenight wasn’t chilly, I’d rip the fucking thing off and burn it. I hate seeing her in another man’s clothes. Even her brother’s.

Pushing that thought away, I grip her ribs, right below her tits, and rub my thumbs over her puckered nipples. Talia arches into my touch and releases an approving hum as I swallow it down, tasting a fraction of her pleasure.

She glides her pussy over my cock. Her heat burns through the fabric between us, sparking a raging inferno inside me. My dick punches through my jeans, begging to be released. I cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and testing her balance of pain and pleasure as I pluck her nipples between my fingers.

The harder I pinch, the more her hips buck.

Her lips find my jaw as she drags her pussy over my erection. So, I pinch her nipple even harder. She moans into the night. Even with the fabric covering her pussy, I can feel her get hotter and wetter. Her hips shift faster, searching for friction.

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