Page 114 of Drop Shot
That yes is allI need to hear. I pick her up and set her on the bathroom counter, spreading her thighs so there’s enough room for me to stand between them and kiss her.
This girl.
This crazy, clever girl—how could she possibly think I’d change my mind when it comes to her? I don’t know how I didn’t realize before that she’s my dream girl.
Fuck, she’s not even the just the dream—she’s the reality, she’sthe one. I know it in my soul, as sure as I know tennis is my passion. I have no doubts, no questions when it comes to her.
Her mouth moves beneath mine. It’s an effortless dance between us. I’ve always enjoyed kissing in the past, considered myself a bit of an expert, but I realize now that all my previous kisses pale in comparison to kissing Whimsy. We fit together seamlessly like this girl was fucking made for me. Maybe she was for all I know. The universe’s gift to me and only me.
“God, Whim.” I kiss my way down her neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.” I wrap my fingers lightly around her throat and push her head back, giving me better access to the top of her left shoulder, where her giant t-shirt has fallen off the side to expose bare skin. Her eyes are hazy and lust-filled as she watches me. “I think I’ve been waiting my whole life for you and I didn’t even know it. Fuck, you were right in front of me foryearsand I didn’t even notice. Please, baby”—I kiss her jaw— “forgive me for not noticing sooner.”
“I-I forgive you,” she stutters.
“I want to be good enough for you,” I confess, sliding my hand that’s not on her throat down her side, to settle on her hip. She arches against me and gasps when she finds my cock hard and aching against my swim shorts.
“You are,” she breathes shakily.
I shake my head. “Not yet, but I will be. Can I take this off you?” I tug on the bottom of her t-shirt.
She nods eagerly and I waste no time in ridding her of the holey garment. To think she was hiding this fucking sinful bikini under it.
“I love this,” I admit, tugging on the small opening between her breasts where the bikini top is laced together. “Just about damn near came in my pants when you took your shirt off at the pool. Do you know how embarrassing it is to get a hard-on in a fucking public pool?”
She pants out, “You were hard?”
“Babe, I’m still hard.”
She wiggles against my erection. “This is the same one from then?” I nod and groan when she reaches out and grabs me over my shorts. “Poor baby,” she croons. “Are you going to let me take care of this for you?”
Holy fucking shit.
Gone is shy, stuttering Whimsy and in her place is a complete seductress, oozing with confidence. It’s the wrong time to think this, but I hate every other guy from her past who’s gotten to see her like this. Seriously, fuck them. But I’ll make sure I’m the last one who sees her like this, so I guess that makes me the real winner.
She pushes my chest, and I stumble into the wall behind me.
Hopping down from the counter, she holds eye contact as she drops to her knees.
Oh, fuck.
I didn’t think it was possible for my dick to get any harder, but somehow it does.
“You don’t have to do this,” I tell her. As badly as I want those lush pink lips wrapped around my cock, I don’t like the idea of her feeling obligated.
She rolls her eyes and reaches up, hands on my stomach. My muscles contract at her touch and she grins. Who knew a little siren was hiding under that shyness?
“I only do things I want to do,” she says, and pulls my swim shorts down. My dick damn near slaps her in the face and she laughs, wrapping a hand around the base and stroking me up and down. “That wasn’t nice. Tell this thing to behave.”
“Trust me, I’m trying,” I grit out from between clenched teeth, and praying I don’t embarrass myself, and come all over her face before she’s even put her mouth on me.
She laughs, her breath fluttering across the tip.
“Whim,” I warn. “I’m close already.”
“Aw,” she says in a mocking tone, jutting out her bottom lip. “Poor baby. I better take care of that for you, huh?”
“Please.”
She pumps her hand up and down on the length of my cock before she wraps those gloriously full lips around the tip.
