Page 64 of Stolen Bases

“Give me your panties.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Ask nicely.”

My cock twitches in delight. I knew my sweet little nurse had it in her to push back. “Please.”

Her hands disappear under my sweatshirt, lifting and giving me a better view of her upper thighs.

A grunt rumbles in my chest at the sight. I grip my cock over my jeans, giving it a squeeze. I need the big guy to calm the fuck down. Tonight is all about pleasuring Talia, making her come and scream my name.

Her nude thong hits the floor, and I bend over to help her out of it. I grasp the lace material between my fingers, feeling how wet it is. For me.

She gasps as I shove the thong in my pocket for later.

“That’s mine.”

“Not anymore,” I tell her with a grin.

“What are you going to do with it?” she pants as she threads her fingers through the strings of the hood. I love watching her squirm as a million ideas swirl around in her head. “I want to know.”

“You really want to know?” I’m not ashamed of what I’m going to do with it, but I also don’t want to scare her off with my depravity.

She nods. “Please.”

“I’m going to hold it to my nose and jerk off to the scent of your pussy until I come all over my stomach. Every morning until I see you again.”

seventeen

Talia

Holy mother of God.I can’t believe he admitted that he’s going to smell my panties and jerk off to my scent.

Why the hell is that so damn hot?

I rub my thighs together as I imagine him holding my panties under his nose with one hand while the other strokes his cock. My mouth waters thinking about what his dick looks like. For the last three nights, I’ve made myself come from grinding against the enormous bulge beneath his sweatpants.

“Big guy” is the perfect nickname to describeeverythingabout Cam.

My eyes drop to the giant erection pushing against his jeans as I envision how it would feel to hold it in my small hand while I licked the tip, took him deep into my mouth, and tasted him. A bolt of liquid heat has my clit pulsing with need and my pussy dripping wet.

“Do you like the idea of me sniffing your panties and fucking myself to your scent?”

Gripping the bottom of Cam’s oversized hoodie with my fingers, I glance up to find his smoldering hazel orbs focused on me. The look he’s giving me could torch my panties to ashes if they weren’t already safe in his pocket.

“Yes.” I’m breathless as my heart pounds beneath my ribcage. Desire courses through my blood, burning me from the inside out.

I want him to touch me. To run his hands over every inch of my body. Right freaking now before I burst.

Cam senses my growing need and points to the bed. “Lie down and spread your legs wide for me like a good girl. It’s time for me to eat my dessert.”

My body obeys as I rush to lie down like Cam demands. I sit on the bed and slide my butt back until I’m in the middle, but I don’t spread my legs as he asked. Instead, I cross them and lean back on my elbows. Something in me likes to push at Cam and defy him.

He gives me the confidence I never knew I had, to explore a different side of myself and ask for what I want in the bedroom. A side of me that might like something other than plain vanilla sex. Not that there’s anything wrong with vanilla. It’s fine. But when I look at Cam, he’s anything but vanilla.

He’s all the flavors scooped into one delicious dish.

With a smug smile, Cam steps forward and bends at the waist. He props his arms outside my legs, caging me in. Eyes on mine, he dips his head and peppers kisses over my knee and up my inner thigh.

“Yes,” I hiss, throwing my head back, enjoying the way his mouth leaves a trail of heat in its wake. Arousal floods my core and drips down my center to my ass. My body yearns for him to spread me open for him to see. To touch.

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