Page 80 of Pitcher Perfect
“Oh goddamn, baby. Fine. Fuck it,” he heaved, pushing his length into her mouth with a guttural grunt, her lips stretching totake him, that smooth invasion becoming a distraction from everything else, such as the actions she was supposed to be performing with her hands. All she could do was savor the new sensation of salty weight in her mouth, the act of being used for sexual pleasure and how excited it made her to exist—right now—just for this. “Look up at me, Skylar,” he said raggedly. “Eyes up.”
Her lids were heavy, but she forced herself to focus, to trace the muscular ridges and valleys of his body until mossy green connected with brown.
“Yeah, you love me in that mouth, don’t you?”
He moved in and out for the first time, leaving her mouth until just the tip rested on her bottom lip, before tunneling back in, slightly deeper than before and that thick pressure passing between her lips and his subsequent shudder reminded her to tease his balls in her palm. To keep her other hand moving, fondling him in time with his slow fucks of her mouth that were starting to happen faster already, his breath rasping in and out, filling the shower stall and encouraging her like nothing else.
“Don’t stop. Don’t... ahhh. Good girl. Don’t stop doing that. FuckingChrist.” That fist in her hair grew more and more firm, the tug of her scalp causing a corresponding ripple between her thighs, a satisfaction in some part of her inner self she couldn’t name. Joy of being possessed. Of making someone struggle with their own need, their own body. “Don’t need to teach you shit. Sucking my dick is easy when you love it, huh?”
Skylar moaned, intuition telling her to twist her palm now, cup his testicles gently, and his response, his faster pumping and bit-off curse, told heryes, keep going.
“That’s good, baby. Get sloppy now. Let’s go. There should be spit all over your chin when this is over.” Robbie took her mouth the way a man entered a woman’s body—with firm, faststrokes—but he never went past the point that made her choke, not until she invited him to do it, loosening her throat and blinking up at him in a wordless signal that it was okay, and in the back of her mind, she understood that not everyone communicated as seamlessly as them and this was unique.Theywere unique. But the head of his engorged sex found her throat at that moment and she stopped thinking, stopped focusing on anything but him. The power she wielded with a mere swallow. The power in giving permission. All of it. “I’m fucked now. Oh God, I’m so fucked. You’re... I’m...deep. I’m fucking your mouth so deep. Goddamn, Skylar.”
She swallowed again, constricting her throat around his hard flesh. Moving on instinct, she jostled his balls, grazing the trunk of his shaft with her teeth ever so lightly, looking up at him in wonder as he started to erupt. Saltiness met her throat, and she coughed out of necessity, tearing up, but didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not when he’d ripped his fist off the wall and pressed it hard to his mouth, barely managing to trap the strangled roar at the last second, his every muscle straining, his powerful lower body thrusting forward with low grunts, blasting exhales.
“I wasn’t going to... I wasn’t going to bust, I swear to God.” He looked half incredulous, half delirious as he drove deep and held, more saltiness going down her throat, his entire body shaking. “You made it too good. Fuck, that was so good.”
There was nothing to compare to the state she was left in. A daze, maybe, but her blood was pumping furiously, her sex beating like a heart. As soon as Robbie finished, doubling over to brace himself on his knees, sides heaving, Skylar lost her balance, too, slipping sideways onto her hip and leaning a cheek against the shower wall, a warm stream of water coating her cheek. With a swollen mouth and piping hot blood, her surroundings werea dream, complete with low light and the white noise of the shower. It would have been soothing if her body wasn’t primed for more. More.
No sooner had she acknowledged her own hunger than Robbie knocked open the shower door with his elbow, wrapping his arms around Skylar and dragging her out of the still pounding spray, into the bathroom. Soaking wet and breathing hard, she was settled carefully onto the fluffy bath mat, but there was nothing careful about the way her bathing suit was stripped from her body.
Robbie loomed over her, steam glistening on his body, his face.
In that moment and every moment for the rest of her life, she’d consider this to be the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. The one who rubbed his face between her breasts without a shred of self-consciousness, his right hand shuffling her legs apart. “Not even going to lie, I thought that would end with me fucking your brains out, but I couldn’t pull out of your hot little mouth to save my life.” Briefly, he brought his right hand to his mouth and spit on it, before bringing it between her thighs. Pausing. “Can I give you head, Skylar?” He licked his bottom lip, pupils dilating. “Please, baby. Please.”
She nodded so vigorously, she almost dislocated her jaw. “Yes. Yes.”
“God, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” he muttered, his wet fingers sliding down into the split of her flesh, the friction to her clit like shock paddled to the system, and she choked a moan in her throat, heels digging into the ground, her hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging in, scraping up into his hair, core flexing. Flexing. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Drenched from making me come. She wears an innocent black bathing suit, butget the girl on her knees and... motherfucker. She’s a bright pink thong girl waiting to happen, aren’t you, Skylar? Never got off so fast in my fucking life.”
Someone had blowtorched her nerve endings.
As a lifelong athlete, Skylar knew physical highs, but she’d never experienced anything like this. For one, she had total and complete trust of this man to be telling her the truth. She wasn’t distracted by trying to read between the lines or judge his impression of her. She was free to feel—and feel she did. Everywhere. It was possible to be tense with need and languid with want all at once. She knew that now.
That tongue of his continued to skim back and forth on his bottom lip, but it paused as he looked down at her bared flesh for the first time, his hand tensing on her knee. “Damn, that’s beautiful. I’d love to be riding it right now, but you had to be so good with that mouth, didn’t you?” Robbie got down on his belly, releasing a hot exhale against her core with his eyes closed. “I’m good with mine, too. Drop those knees if you want to find out.”
Did she drop them?
Yes, she did.
And good was an understatement. He licked some kind of Sshape along her damp seam, then slowly pressed her open with the flat of his tongue, his thumbs skimming up and down on her inner thighs, giving her goose bumps, butterflies, all of it, before he finally started a gentle French kiss of her sex, introducing his tongue with shallow strokes that went deeper the more she started to shake, her whimpers lost in the pound of shower spray on glass, the steam enveloping them both, muffling everything except her body’s overwhelming response.
“Can you...” she gasped.
“Bet.”
His tongue met her clit and married it. That’s what it felt like. A union. Two becoming one. He fused to her and stayed, groaning and holding her thighs wide while he raked his tongue up, down, and sideways on that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Oh my God,” she managed, sounding throaty, like a different person, her fingers clinging to the strands of his hair, pulling him close. “Robbie.”
“Shhh. We’re not the only ones in this house.” He pushed two thick fingers inside of her, his expression vivid with lust over the way her hips lifted, grinding up against his mouth, her legs trembling. “Might have to drive us the two hours back to Boston just to hear you scream my name the first time we fuck.” He kissed her clit, lapped at it with a savoring sound. “Don’t worry, I’m going to be loud, too, hitting my tight girl.”
He followed that raspy pronouncement with suction and she peaked without warning, her intimate muscles gathering in on themselves and spasming while she gasped for oxygen and attempted to absorb and fight the pleasure at the same time, because it was unexpected and too much. So much, she tore at his hair and shook, her body in a sort of divine shock, hot and fulfilled and relieved and sensitive.
Collapse.
Skylar wanted to marvel over the fact that she’d had an orgasm with a man for the first time, that Robbie wasnotall talk, but walked the walk. That she could, in fact, let her mind go enough to reach completion with the right person.
Was... Robbie the right person?
Had other girls ever wondered the same thing?
