Page 155 of Fielder's Choice

Lane groans, and I see him slip his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants. “Fuck, Liv.”

Feeling bold, I decide to tease him. “You like eating me so much that you can’t help but touch yourself, huh?”

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “You’re becoming quite vocal.”

Lane starts teasing my clit as I go to respond, my words coming out barely coherent. “Just… a…. little… bit…Fuck,this feels incredible.”

I feel him smile against me before he thrusts his tongue inside me, bringing his thumb up to rub my clit. I can hardly stay still, and when he brings his tongue back to his prior spot and spears a finger inside me, he already has me close to falling apart.

“You’re close, baby. Your cunt is trying to strangle my finger. Just let go and let me taste my favorite meal.”

His filthy words send me over the edge. I cry out his name as Lane works me through my orgasm, not stopping until he’s pulled every drop from me.

He kisses his way up my body as I catch my breath, flicking his tongue over my nipples as he passes by. When his lips meet mine, I taste myself on him, and it just makes me want him that much more.

I run my hands down his bare chest before slipping them into the waistband of his sweatpants. He takes the hint and pushes them down his legs, sending his boxers with them.

Lane was full of dirty talk when his face was between my thighs, but he’s switched up entirely now, showing tenderness and love instead. “Move up the bed and rest your head on the pillows. I want you to be comfortable.”

I get into position, and he follows, kissing me lovingly as he comes to rest between my legs.

“Lane,” I breathe, nerves flowing through me. “I know I was sick before, but I’m… clean… now. And I don’t need birth control.”

His gaze is heavy as it meets mine. “What are you saying, Olive?”

I let out a deep breath. “You don’t need to use a condom if you don’t want to.”

Lane rests his forehead against mine. “What doyouwant? Do you want me to use one?”

I shake my head and speak softly. “No. I know you’ve probably done that before—”

“Never,” he replies emphatically.

“But Sage…”

“Came from a broken condom,” he laughs lightly. “I’ve never gone bare with anyone, Olive. Haven’t even wanted to until you.”

“Then do it with me.”

Lane’s hazel eyes shine so brightly as he positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock notching at my entrance.

“I’ll go slow,” he says quietly. “And we’ll stop if it hurts.”

“Okay,” I nod.

Lane keeps his eyes on me as he starts to push inside, and I gasp as soon as he does. His breathing is heavy as he moves deeper, slowly working his entire length into me. The sting I feel is temporary and is soon replaced by a feeling unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

It’s sublime and deep and intense.

It’s everything.

“How are you feeling?” he breathes. “Are you okay?”

I lean up and kiss him. “I’m perfect, Lane.”

“Do you want me to start moving?”

“Please,” I beg.

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