Page 102 of Fielder's Choice

“Oh.”

“For the record,” I say, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear, “I like a little spit.”

“That’s good to know.”

I kiss her before grabbing the lube again and snapping the lid open. I drizzle some into my hand and toss the bottle back onto the bed. Olive watches as I take that hand now and wrap it around my shaft.

“To start,” I state, beginning to lazily stroke myself, “you spread the lube around, making it nice and slick. Feels a lot better when your hand is sliding over it.” Liv keeps her eyes on my dick as I start stroking a bit faster. “Fuck…”

“Is that all you do?” she asks, gaze still locked on my hand.

“That’s the main idea,” I grunt, moving faster. “But it feels really good when you twist your hand, too.”

Olive reaches forward before stopping herself abruptly and looking right at me. “Do you mind if I… try that?”

I raise my eyebrow. “Do I mind having your hand on my dick? No, I don’t fucking mind at all.” I let go of my cock, still standing straight up because I’m as hard as granite right now. Olive puts her hand out and spits into it, and it has me leaking an embarrassing amount of precum. Then she slowly reaches herhand out before gently wrapping it around my shaft and lightly squeezing.“Fuuuck…”

She looks at me concerned. “Is that bad?”

“Really fucking good, actually. Your hand feels better than mine.”

“What do I do then?”

I take hold of her arm and help her move. “Slide your hand up and down my cock. Fuck yes, just like that, baby.”

“Like this?” she asks, gripping my shaft as she strokes me quickly.

“Just like that,” I moan, not even bothering to mask how much I’m already enjoying this. “Goddamn, that feels so good. You’re doing so well. Try twisting your hand now as you move it.” She does as I ask, and I swear my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Fuck, you’re a quick learner.”

“I always was a good student,” she smirks, and I can feel her confidence growing. “What else do you like, Lane?”

“Cup my balls,” I reply breathlessly. “You can squeeze them or massage them, just not too hard.”

Olive quickly sticks her free hand between my legs, palming my balls, and my cock twitches in her other hand. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Olive,” I mutter, barely able to get words out. “Very much.”

“Do you need anything else?” she asks, and her eagerness to please me just pushes me closer to the edge.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing, baby. You’re fucking incredible.” Olive leans over and kisses me as she continues stroking. I moan into her mouth as she starts to massage my balls, and I can feel the telltale tingling as she does.“Fuck,baby. Faster.”

She tightens her grip on my cock and puts more pressure on my balls. It’s crazy to me that she hasn’t done this before whenshe’s clearly fucking good at it already. “Do you like it when I squeeze it?”

“Fuck yes,” I sigh. “Squeeze it harder if you want. I’m so fucking close, Liv. You’re going to make me come.”

“I want you to come,” she says softly, not slowing down at all. “I want to watch you.”

“Keep your eyes on my cock then.” Olive fixes her eyes between my legs, and all you can hear right now are the sounds of pleasure escaping me and the beating of skin as she strokes me. I’m right on the precipice after just a few more motions. “That’s it, baby.Fuck,I’m coming.” She strokes me through each shot of cum, coating my stomach in my sticky release.“Olive…”

She slows down as my dick softens in her hand before letting go and looking right at me. “That was… fun.”

“Really,reallyfucking fun,” I sigh, still trying to catch my breath. “I don’t think you need me to teach you shit.”

“Really?” she asks, lighting up in pride.

“Yes.” I give her a lazy, satisfied smile. “That was perfect, Olive. Goddamn.”

Without another word, she crushes her mouth against mine, and I part my lips and let her inside. As our tongues dance together, all I can think about is her.

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