Page 69 of Left on Base

“Come for me, baby.” His words vibrate through me as he bites down on my clit.

I yelp, not expecting him to bite me, or for it to feel good. “Hey now, easy.”

He laughs. “Stop talking, more moaning.” With one hand on my thigh, the other working inside me, he spreads me wider. His teeth ease up, his tongue taking over. He sucks, licks, tortures me in the most perfect way. Staring up at the darkness of his ceiling, light flickers in through the small cracks in the curtains. It’s enough for me to see his hips shift on the mattress, a groan slipping from his lips as he reaches below and strokes his dick a few times. “I need to make up for earlier.”

And he does. My fucking God, does he.

I can’t think of anything but Jaxon between my legs. The sight of him unable to control himself sends me over the edge. Breathless, I’m brought back by Jaxon lifting his head. “I can’t take it anymore. I need inside you.”

Moving back up my body, he doesn’t say anything but positions himself at my entrance. Our eyes meet for a moment, but he quickly looks down at my tits. When he enters me, I gasp, and he lets out a groan that borders on a cry, his entire frame shaking.

Burying his face in my neck, he grunts, pressing his hips forward again, slamming into me. “Holy shit,” he says, his words breathed against the shell of my ear. “Feels so good inside your tight pussy.”

Oh damn. I get dirty talking too? Win.

The swell of him, the tightness of his hold—it’s everything I’ve wanted from him in the last week and more.

His touch, his movements—it’s completely different from any other time I’ve been with him like this, and I never want it to end. I kiss him, over and over again, our bodies connected in every possible way, but I can’t help wondering what this means. Has he changed his mind? Does he want more?

Seriously. Stop fucking thinking.

He moves slowly, almost like he’s afraid of hurting me, and while I urge him to go faster, he shakes his head. “I’ll come if I go any faster and I want this feeling to last,” he admits, his lips at my ear.

I touch his hot cheek. “Then don’t stop.”

He leans into my touch, eyes fluttering closed. It takes him a moment to reply, but then he says, between pants, “I won’t.”

And though he doesn’t want to come, holding off has never been Jaxon’s strong suit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants, driving into me harder. “Oh baby, I’m gonna come.” His entire body shakes as he gasps for air.

His hips buck wildly, then he stops, rigid as he spills inside me. Somewhere in the rush of him coming so quickly, his hold on me becomes too much and I cry out in pain. I don’t thinkhe realized how hard he’d been clinging to me until I tense and shove at his chest.

“I’m sorry.” His frantic eyes snap to mine, his hands on my hips. “Shit, did I hurt you?”

I blink, grabbing my arm that’s pulsing with pain. “No, no, it’s fine.” I shake him off. He’s on his knees, hands on his thighs in front of me. My eyes shift to stare at his dick, cum dripping from the tip.

Jaxon scrolls through Netflix while I try not to focus on how his other hand is tracing patterns on my hip, right where my—okay,his—hoodie has ridden up. His touch is absentminded, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, which somehow makes it worse.

“What do you want to watch?” he asks, but his eyes are on me, not the screen.

“Anything but baseball or softball.” Because I can’t handle watching baseball right now when I’m trying so hard not to think about how he looked on that field tonight. When I’m trying not to think about Inez recording his grand slam. When I’m trying not to think about that text on his phone he didn’t check, probably from her.

“You don’t wanna watch my highlights?” He smirks, and Mookie lifts his head like he can sense the shift in energy.

“Pretty sure I watched those live, thanks.” I poke his ribs, right where I know he’s ticklish. “Some of us had great seats.”

His eyes darken slightly. “Yeah? How’d you get those seats, anyway?”

“From a boy.”

He winks. “Theonlyboy.”

Mookie chooses this moment to stretch between us, his paw landing directly on Jaxon’s face. The timing is so perfect I can’t help but laugh.

“Bro,” Jaxon mutters, gently moving the paw. “Gimme some personal space.”

The cat blinks at him slowly, like, yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?

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