Page 93 of Pitcher Perfect
They were both laughing when he swooped in and caught her mouth in a kiss, but their mirth didn’t last. It was eclipsedwithin seconds by lust so rough around the edges, he knew every sexual encounter from his past had been half-hearted, lackluster in comparison to what this person could do to him with a snap of her fingers. Hunger drove into his lower body like a Formula 1 car taking a curve, his cock full and aching, as if he hadn’t fucked her twice already in the last twenty-four hours. Being inside this girl twice was laughablynot enough. No number of times would ever be enough, but maybe somewhere around the ten thousand mark, he’d have taken the edge off?
Doubtful.
“I hate to break this to you, Skylar,” Robbie said through his teeth, his hands creeping beneath her skirt to take those juicy cheeks in his hands, kneading them. “But we’re probably going to end up canceling a lot of our dates.”
Her head fell back as he attacked her neck, love biting every inch or so on his journey to her ear while she shivered against him. “Hmm. W-why?”
He gathered her panties in his fist, turning them into a thong and using the material to quickly yank her up onto her toes. “Because you’ve got this hot little slit between your thighs and I can’t seem to keep myself out of it.”
Skylar’s eyes glazed over, her breaths beginning to sound more like gasps. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”
Robbie was already unzipping his jeans. “Maybe there’s no way I could. How about that?”
This girl—this once-in-a-lifetime, mind-blowing girl who made him feel vulnerable and victorious at the same time—pulled her own panties down in one graceful forward bend. By the time she straightened, dangling them from her index finger and tossing them onto the forest floor, Robbie was in some kind of fevered trance and Skylar was the pocket watch swinging back and forth in front of his face.
“Come here,” he said, shuddering when she lifted the front of her pleated skirt, letting him see her pussy. Teasing him with a side-to-side sway of her hips and Jesus Christ, he could already see the outline of her nipples through the wet dress, so he was done. Cooked. As horny as a man could get without dying. “Get up here...” He pulled her close by the cheeks of her ass, lifting until her toes were barely brushing the ground. “Or I’ll put you up here.”
With an expression of mock innocence, she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Like this, Robbie?”
I’m not going to survive.“Finally discovered your power over me, didn’t you?” He reached behind Skylar, fisting his dick and dragging it down the rain-drenched split of her backside, earning himself a gasp and a jerk of her legs, a whimper when he finally positioned the head at the entrance of her cunt. “I have a little power over you, too, though, don’t I?”
“You have a lot of it, actually,” she whispered jaggedly. “More than you think.”
Trying his best not to be overcome, Robbie tucked the sensitive tip of his cock into her perfect warmth and thrust up, hard, hips tilting to get himself as deep as possible while she struggled through the pressure of being joined at this angle, her thighs vibrating around his hips from the invasion, but loving it. Loving it. Her mouth told him so, giving him tongue and murmuring his name, even as she squirmed, driving him fucking crazy. “Tell me, then.”
“I need you.” Skylar wrapped her arms around his head, sobbing near his forehead as he started to bounce her, her rear end gripped tightly in his hands. “I need you,I need you.”
His pace picked up, because he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help the raw upward slap of his hips or the frantic whirlwind in his chest, his belly, his head. He fucked her hard and fast, like ananimal, in painful heat over the jiggle of her tits against his chest, the way his cock sounded like wet suction every time it entered her, his lips in a snarl against her throat.Oh my God. Oh my God.“I need you, too, baby. All the time. So goddamn bad. You’re my girlfriend. You’remine.”
These were not questions. They were statements. No one fucked like this, like their souls were bleeding, and left questions hanging in the air.
And when she said, “Yours. Yours,” hot moisture pressed in behind his eyes and his knees almost lost their ability to function, gratitude hit him with such a blow. As it was, he stumbled slightly to the right before catching himself and going after her orgasm with a single-minded obsession, latching his teeth to the curve of her neck with a ragged sound he hoped, he prayed, she interpreted as athank you, thank you, I won’t let you down. But he never found out if she translated him correctly, because she said, “Come as deep as you can,pleasepleaseplease, I love the way it feels,” and he nearly blacked out, every thought but one leaking out of his ears, especially when her thighs flexed and trembled around his waist, her cunt tightening around him like a motherfucking knot.
“Good. You’re about to get some.” He bit down hard on his bottom lip as the tremor started in his spine, his groin, everywhere, rattling him like windowpanes during an earthquake. “Every part of me, inside and out, is yours. Every fucking day of the week.”
They shook through the end, trapped against each other as the release pitched and battered them, moisture from their bodies sliding down skin, mouths gasping and kissing, hands bruising, hips grinding, grinding, bucking, rain sizzling on their hot skin. She cried out and he knew that meant her thighs were going to drop, powerless, so he clutched her ass tighter and tilted his hipsto compensate, bouncing her several more times to get rid of the pain, the perfect agony that came from being vulnerable with his person.
This is my person.
He’d known it the minute she’d mouthedfuck youat him at the baseball field... and shit, why was thinking about that making him emotional? Combined with the way she clung to him now, breathing so sweetly and erratically into his neck, he didn’t stand a chance. Emotions were happening. Every last one of them. All for this girl.
He loved her, that was all there was to it, and he was never, ever going back.
He held her like that until the rain stopped, trying to shake the creeping worry that the storm wasn’t completely over yet.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Robbie got the call as they were walking hand in hand up the driveway looking like they’d just survived a week in a tropical rainforest.
“Shit.” He looked down at the screen of his phone. “It’s one of the coaching assistants. Hauer. This dude never has good news.”
“What could it be?”
“I don’t know. Last time he called me, it was to set up a meeting with human resources over an offensive sweatshirt I’d been photographed wearing.”
She raised a brow. “Offensive how?”
“Uh.” He brought her tightly held hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “Don’t worry about it.”
