by Ana Shay
She relaxed next to me. Even though our lips were connected, she kept the rest of our bodies at a safe distance. It was as though if we touched, she might lose all self-control. I know I would. She dropped another kiss to the corner of my mouth, watching as my lips quirked at the touch. My eyes were wide open, fully watching her until she finally leaned in, slanting her mouth across mine. Her hands slid past my neck to my nape. As she deepened the kiss, her hands grappled at the short hair there, trying to bring us closer together.
I could hear her discontented groan as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her body curved against mine, begging for me to touch her, but I wouldn’t move my hands from the safety of her comforter. I wanted her to choose to take this further. If all I get tonight is a hot make-out session with her, I’d be more than happy with that.
Cali’s kisses came fast and light, and I could feel her starting to hesitate. She may have initiated this, but now she’s floundering, wondering if we should keep going. I’m not going to deny how much I like this girl, but I don’t want to push my luck. Not with her. I placed my palm against her cheek and backed away, her eyes deep and heady. Her brows crossed, confused that I was stopping this. I smiled as she placed her soft hand over mine. “Cali, maybe we should stop,” I whispered. It feels like I sucked all the light out of the room with that suggestion. Her eyes looked downcast, and she chewed on her bottom lip. “I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” I said, rubbing my thumb across her bottom lip, freeing it from her teeth because it was making me think naughty things.
Her eyes fluttered shut at my touch, and she hummed out, leaning into my palm. “It’s not that.” Her voice sounded like a satisfied kitten who’d just had a bowl of warm milk. “I like you.” She opened her eyes and looked straight at me. “I really like you.” I could feel my heart beating as adrenaline coursed through my veins. She’s been tiptoeing around the subject for a week now, and although we kissed, I like that she verbally confirmed she was on the same page as me. I’m like a love-struck teenager around her. If Grayson heard my thoughts, he’d wonder who took my balls hostage. “It’s just I’m worried we’re moving too fast. I don’t want you to think I do this all the time. We haven’t even been on a date yet.” She was exasperated, and I watched her hands flail by her thighs.
I flicked her lip, staring into her indigo eyes, and chuckled. “Are we back to a first date again? You know I would have taken you on multiple dates by now if you’d have let me. I don’t want you to think I do this all the time either. I tend to steer away from women,” Sam stung more than I’d care to admit. “Especially during the season.” I paused. “There’s something about you though, that keeps pulling me in. I’m more than happy to wait.” She gave me a small smile and silently nodded, pushing away from me. She adjusted her hair, refusing to look past her knees. For some reason, it felt like I’d offended her. “Would you still let me take you out on a date?” I placed the tip of my finger under her chin so she had to look at me.
“Yeah,” She drawled out, almost deliriously.
“Great. Then when I’m back. That’s what we’ll do.” Dropping my hand from her face, I stood up, thinking of all the places I wanted to take her. “There’s this Italian bistro I love. I could take you there. Or even to the baseball hall of fame. Have you been?” She shook her head; her lips were pursed, and she seemed muted as I stood by the door ready to plan our date. She was excellent at giving me mixed signals. “Are you okay?” I thought this is what she wanted?
She kept fiddling with her hands, refusing to look up. “I’m fine.” She quipped. I stared her down, waiting for the honest answer. When she realized I wasn’t leaving, she finally looked at me and waved. “I was just kind of hoping you would stay here a little longer.” She had this tiny, sexy, but timid smile on her face. “I was kind of enjoying kissing you.” She muttered as her toes tipped up and down. Her nervousness to admit that was cute as hell.
I walked all of two steps from her door straight back to where she sat, loving how she watched my every move with surprised, wide eyes. Instead of joining her, I knelt in front of her. Still watching me with confusion, I kept my gaze trained on hers as I grasped her knees, opening her legs and shuffling forward to settle in. We were face to face and hip to hip in this position. Then I took her arms and wrapped them around my neck. Her body relaxed as I placed my hands on her hips, watching her reaction. Any hesitation she had about touching me should be gone by now.
I leaned in, kissing her deeply, just like I wanted to the first time. She groaned, letting my tongue explore her mouth and taste her. I was surprised when she nipped at my bottom lip, pushing for entry. The longer we kissed, the more comfortable she became. Her breathing was labored as she arched her back into me. I could feel her breasts grazing against my chest, and my fingers tensed, wanting to touch them so badly. I dropped my hands down to her thighs, trying to keep it respectable as our kissing got heavier.
As she grew in confidence, her hands traveled down my shoulders to my biceps, squeezing me and gently rocking her hips against my groin. It was the sweetest form of torture I’d ever been involved in. Her moan spurred me on, and I took the chance to move my hands higher up her thighs towards the apex of her jeans. Little breathy moans escaped as she pressed her hips into me, feeling my hard dick against her as she started rubbing. That was all the invitation I needed. She yelped when I grabbed her by the ass, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist, and I pulled her closer.
Cali giggled as she tilted her head back, giving me access to the smooth skin across the nape of her neck. She hummed when I rubbed my mouth against it, scratching her with my stubble. Her body rocked against me harder, and I played with the ends of her blonde hair as I left a trail of kisses down her neck.
How we got from dinner with her brother to this point, I don’t know, but I wasn’t about to stop it. She pulled at the top of my hair, forcing me closer to her hot skin. It was like she couldn’t get enough of me. I loved it. I haven’t had a make-out session this hot since high school. Usually, I skipped the foreplay and went straight to sex. With Cali, I wanted to enjoy it.
Cali’s back was arched so far; she was practically lying on the bed. Still grinding herself into me, my boner was now impossibly hard. She was driving me wild, and I still hadn’t seen her naked. Oh, how I wanted that. Her moans got louder as my mouth followed the trail of her buttoned shirt to the middle of her chest, where the tiniest amount of cleavage was showing. I gently kissed the valley between her breasts, smoothing my lips against the soft skin there. Cali was loud, moaning in unabashed pleasure. It was almost as if she forgot she had paper-thin walls. I only hoped this was the same reaction she had when watching a game so they wouldn’t suspect I was either devouring or killing their neighbor. Cop calls for a loud make-out session would not look good in the news.
Her back finally reached the comforter as she hauled me along with her by the collar. I was lying on top of her, her legs still wrapped around me, and the first thing I thought about were her concerns about moving too fast. “Maybe we should stop?” I said between kisses reluctantly, but knowing I had to check. She brought my mouth to hers, ignoring my question. The last thing I’d want is to for her to regret it. Mainly because it means I’d never had the opportunity to do it again. I pulled our lips apart, leaning back on my arms to give her space.
Cali breathed heavily below me, and I brushed a few strands of hair out of her face while I waited for her to answer. It felt like an eternity before she shook her head, “No. I want to keep going.” She grabbed my hand, moving it up to her chest and sprawling it out, so I was holding her breast. She watched me as I squeezed it, feeling the weight and doing my best to find her nipple under all that fabric so I could play with it. I swear I was hornier than the first time I’d ever touched a boob in my life at fifteen.
I backed up onto my knees and slowly unbuttoned her jersey, enjoying watching her face as I exposed more of her smooth, tanned skin. “I’ve never
been happier to take a jersey off.” She looked at me, chewing her bottom lip. “The only name I want to see on your back from now on is mine.” I ground out, flinging the jersey to some dark recess of the room. I didn’t care where; the important thing was that Walker was no longer on her.
My eyes greedily took in the blue, lace fabric covering her perfectly proportioned tits, happy that my fantasies will come true. I snickered at my thoughts, playing with the little blue bow in the valley between her breasts. “You coordinated your underwear with the jersey?” She smiled sheepishly, and I shook my head. “God, you make me so hard.” I bent down, kissing her dusky nipples through the sheer fabric. She gasped when I lightly bit down, arching her back to my mouth, asking for more. Who am I to deny such a request? I toyed with her nipple, nibbling it until my tongue traced under the fabric and connected with her deliciously smooth skin. She tasted like honey and strawberries, just like I’d imagined.
Now that I was here, there was no way I wanted to leave. Moving across her chest, languishing her other breast with the same amount of love and attention. Her breath was getting shorter, and she was getting needier underneath me. The friction of her jeans had been giving me enough gratification up to this point. Now that I’d felt her soft skin, I wanted to feel more.
My hand roamed freely as I gently skated my hands across her toned stomach as she moved against my touch. When I got to the waistband of her jeans, I traced my fingers over the buttons, down the zipper, slowly torturing her. When I clutched her center through the stiff fabric, she gave me another one of those sexy, breathy moans. With each moan she let out, I was getting harder and harder thinking about the noises she’d make if my mouth were on her pussy. Bet she’d taste like strawberries down there too.
I moved my hand in time to her hips, applying pressure to her clit as I climbed back up and kissed her hard. I knew her fingers would leave a mark when they dug into my back. Delicious pain that I’d be wearing for days as a reminder of the best night of my life.
I moved to the collar of her neck when she broke our kiss to lay back on the bed. Her nails dug into my shoulder as she pushed my shoulders down.
Down past her breasts.
Down past her belly button.
Straight to the button of her jeans. When I looked up to question her, she was too lost in pleasure to focus. Her fingers squeezed me a little tighter, urging me to continue.
Slowly, I popped open her jeans, the blue of her panties peeked underneath, and I worked my way back up her body, playing with her nipples again and kissing her hard on the mouth, letting our tongues mingle.
I slinked my hand down her body, letting it slip underneath her jeans. She spread her legs eagerly, watching, anticipating my next move. Dragging my palm over the center of her thong, I felt her warm heat. My cock twitched. I lightly pressed my fingers down, drawing slow circles across her mound. Dampness seeped through with every stroke.
Her knuckles nearly went white because she was clutching the bedsheet so tight. “Tate.” She begged. Pushing her panties aside, I stroked her slit.
“You’re so wet,” I grinned into her neck, swiping my tongue across the skin there. Then I gently dipped a finger inside her wet, warm pussy. “You feel so good,” I muttered, focusing on licking and kissing every inch of her body.
Cali couldn’t speak; the only thing leaving her lips were these hot breathy mewls. It made me want to know what she’d sound like when I made her come. “Your tits are incredible,” I said, worshipping her body,
She gasped in surprise when I added a second finger, moving in and out of her slowly, while my thumb toyed with her clit. I was expecting more erratic breathing, but Cali went quiet.
“Is everything okay?” I stopped what I was doing, worried she’d suddenly regretted this.
She couldn’t look at me. Her eyes were scrunched closed while she bit her bottom lip. “Keep. Going. Please.” She stained, clasping my wrist and rocking against my hand, trying to get more movement.
Instead of granting her wish, I drew my fingers out of her and stood. Torture for both of us, but it would be worth it. “Tate,” She moaned in displeasure, looking up at me. Apparently, she couldn’t wait. I swear all the blood in my body went down to my cock when she stuffed her own hand inside her panties and started touching herself.
I growled, grabbing the waist of her damn jeans because they were getting in the way of my view. Gruffly pulling her jeans off, my palms skated up her legs while I watched her fingers work her clit in a circular motion while she called out my name. I was torn; I wanted to watch her come like this, but then again, I wanted to be the one doing it.
Her hips were rocking, her body arching as she got closer. I pushed her fingers along with her panties aside and continued playing with her without constraint. She was shaking, so close that she lost all ability to speak. With her eyes squeezed shut, I decided to surprise her. While two of my fingers slowly moved inside her, I swiped my tongue across her clit.
She cried out, gripping the sheets. Her body was clenching around my fingers, and I stopped holding back. I buried my face between her legs, pressing my tongue thickly against her clit and rolling it against my tongue. That was all it took for an orgasm to wash over her.
I watched as she came down from her orgasm, slowing my fingers down and flicking her clit gently. Her breathing slowed, and her eyes were closed with a small smile etched across her face. She was perfection.
I wanted to do it again.
So I did.
I started so gently with the occasional flick of my tongue and moving my fingers so that she didn’t know what was coming until it was too late. She was hot and bothered again within minutes. Licking at her clit, I devoured every inch of her delectable pussy. She couldn’t stop me now. Not that she would. She was close again, and I was competitive. I wanted that second orgasm.
“Tate. I’m. I’m” She wasn’t able to finish the sentence because the orgasm took over. I felt her body clench around my fingers, and once her breathing had slowed, I crawled back up on top of her. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, I laid down next to her and stared at the ceiling.
That was epic.
I was still hard as stone, but I didn’t care because Cali tasted like strawberry champagne, and I wanted to get hammered. Her post-orgasmic haze didn’t last long. She surprised me when she flung a leg over my waist and bent down to kiss my neck, returning the favor. She nipped at my earlobe and whispered, “That was the best thing that ever happened to me.” I didn’t know whether I should feel proud of myself or sorry for her because I knew I could do better.
“Babe, that was only the start.” My voice was shaky because she was currently grinding her bare pussy against my jeans, making me curse the man who made denim so thick.
She giggled like she was drunk on my touch. “I know.” Her kisses trailed down my neck, and the more she moved, the less control I had over my hips jerking against her. I wanted to feel her on me. Her hands. Lips. Whatever she would give me because after thoroughly eating her out, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Her tits bounced above me as she dry humped me into oblivion. I haven’t done this since I was a teenager, but watching her scream my name and pleasure herself on my jeans against my dick was more than enough to get me excited. I held her hips in place, showing her what spot to hit.
“If you don’t stop soon, I’m going to come,” I told her, hoping she’d think I was joking, but all I got in return was a smirk as if she was accepting the challenge. She rocked her hips faster and ground down harder, so I could feel it. I rolled my head back and groaned. What was this girl doing to me? It was too much.
Excitement coursed through my veins when she unzipped my jeans, pushing them down just enough so she could sit on top of my boxers. Directly on my cock. Only a scrap of fabric was in our way as she started riding me.
She was going to do it, wasn’t she?
She was going to make me come in my boxers, and I was going to let her. Cali was a visual feast. S
he was naked, moving her body like a wave on top of me, and getting off while she rode me. Her head dipped back while she moaned in pleasure. Watching her get her rocks off made me harder than that steel bat the team had me try once. Grimacing, “Cali, I’m going to come.” I said, and her body worked faster, grinding against the length of me. I closed my eyes, grasping her hips, trying to slow her down so I could savor the moment. But she wouldn’t stop. I was edging closer and closer to the precipice.
Then it happened.
My hips slowed to a few sharp jerks. I grunted as pleasure filled my body.
The room went silent.
The only thing filling it was our heavy breathing. I scrubbed my hands across my face needing a minute to get it together. I didn’t want to look at her out of sheer embarrassment. I’m a 26-year-old MVP caliber baseball player, and I just let the girl of my dreams watch as I squirted my load into my pants. Manly.
She bent down, lying on top of me, letting me marinade in my own come. Real attractive, but she didn’t seem to mind. Not exactly how I thought the night would end. I ran my fingers across her bare back, only now noticing that I’m still fully dressed, “That was amazing.” I husked out. “But is there any way I can use your bathroom?” I need to clean up before the come soaked through to my jeans.
Cali’s body shot up as she grasped her boobs, moving off me at a pace only seen when I’m running for a base. Her eyes immediately went down to my jeans, specifically the area where you could clearly see my wet black boxers. I was thankful my jeans were covering up the crime she just committed. “Uh yeah, sure sure. Sorry.” She said sheepishly. “I just wanted to return the favor.”
I grasped her hand, “Cali, that was one of the most intense moments of my life. My dream girl was riding me with reckless abandon. Thank you.” She gave me a small smile, still dubious. “However, if I don’t clean up now, it’s going to soak through, and I’d rather not have to drive home pantless.”
An amused grin played across her face, “I think I can help you out.” She jumped up off the bed, and my dick twitched, watching her perfectly peachy ass walking to the dresser. I don’t know where it found the stamina to want to go again, but I ignored it for now. She pulled out a pair of boxers, throwing them my way. “I wear these to bed. They’re clean and a men’s large, so they should hopefully fit you.” She said, putting an old t-shirt on. I was missing her naked form already; only her tanned upper thighs were now visible. She still looked hot.