Page 79 of Pitcher Perfect
“Uh.”
“Kids?”
“Yes.”
“Is that a someday wish or a someday soon wish?”
“Someday.”
He hummed again. It was a new sound for him, one he’d been making a lot today, like he was absorbing information about her or...
What.
Oh God.
She couldn’t think with him giving her breasts so much... enthusiastic... attention. At some point, he’d lifted her off the ground with his forearm beneath her butt so he wouldn’t have to duck down so far to lick and suck and kiss her there, breathing heavily all the while, like they were his last meal.
Where was this leading? What was going to happen?
Those unknowns led to her reaching for some control in the form of kissing. Threading her fingers into his wet hair and dragging him into a kiss that was even more intense than before, his hips grinding her butt into the shower wall in time with the stroke, stroke, stroke of his tongue, turning her brain into an impenetrable fogbank and more importantly, making her inhibitions go poof. Gone.
“I want to get on my knees for you,” she gasped.
“No.”
“You... no? But...”
“You were drowning less than an hour ago, Skylar.”
“I didn’t, though.” She scrubbed a hand down between their bodies and massaged his erection through the soaked front of his trunks, forcing him to muffle a ragged noise in her neck. “You were there.”
“I’ll be there every time if you let me,” he said, choppily. “The fact that I rescued you... is that why you want to kneel for me?”
She tugged open the string of his shorts and slipped her hand inside, gripping. Jacking him once, twice, three times, savoring the way his shoulder muscles tightened, the veins growing more prominent in his neck. “Maybe the fact that I want to suck this was subconscious until now, but Robbie?” She sipped at his bottom lip. Nipped it. “If I didn’t want to get on my knees for you, I would never have put it on the schedule.”
Relief, tenderness, and heat, combined with a heavy swallow, made him so endearing in that moment. Vulnerable. It was an admission that he’d needed to hear—that she’d been attracted to him all along. She kissed his cheek and lingered there, her grip staying busy on his erection until an uneven groan broke free from his mouth, his length stiffening further and further in her hold. The kiss Robbie gave her was wet, provocative, sexual. “Does that mean you’ve wanted to fuck me, too?”
Yup.“Don’t push it,” Skylar teased on her way down, her mouth open as it skated down his bare torso, her knees finding the shower basin with a gentle thud. And there he was in front of her, thick and protruding, straining toward her mouth in a subtle arch that she pumped in her hands, observing him from below until she judged that he breathed the fastest when her grip remained semiloose and moved fast. What else did he like?
“Teach me.”
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, bracing a hand on the wall, cupping her face with the other. “You really know how to turn a spank bank obsolete, don’t you? This is all I’m going to see from now on when I need to get off. Skylar on her knees with her nipples red from getting sucked, wanting me to show her how to fuck her mouth.” His fingers twisted in her hair and fisted, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her back straighten, her attention captured. “Just so we’re clear, I’m going to teach you how I likemycock sucked. Just mine. You don’t need to know what anyoneelse likes.” He guided his hard sex to her lips, rubbing the head along the seam of her mouth. “Nod or I’m not going to put it in.”
It blew her mind that she liked being spoken to like this. In this moment, she wasn’t a daughter or a pitcher or a sister or a student. All the things in her life that gave her performance anxiety or invited stress. She was just a half-naked woman who’d driven a man to a heightened state of arousal and he was letting her know it. Maybe later or tomorrow or next week, things would be different, but right now, she belonged to him. They belonged to each other.
So Skylar nodded, hot thrills running through her, overlapping, tripping over one another until she was a human beehive. Buzzing. “Teach me how you like it sucked.”
Briefly, Robbie’s head fell back, his Adam’s apple prominent, throat flexing. Then he looked back down at her with glazed eyes. “Keep stroking me in your right hand. Use your left to hold my balls.” She did as she was told, gratified to see his abdomen knit up tight like a drum, his hand fisting on the shower wall. “That’s good. Fuck, that’s good. Don’t squeeze them, just move your palm front to back, give me a little friction, and...” He pounded that fist into the shower wall. “Like that. Like that. Yeah.”
“When do I get to taste it?”
“You getting impatient?” he asked through his teeth.
“Maybe.” She kissed his tip, teased it with the tip of her tongue. “Yes.”
“Maybe I’m stalling because I know as soon as I see my cock in your mouth, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
“Good. Do it,” she whispered, burying her tongue in that salty slit, moving up, down.
