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“Seriously with the baseball butt?” she grumbles.
“You don’t like my ass?” I ask as I help her out just enough to get them past my baseball butt.
“Your ass is amazing,” she says, eyes on my dick straining against my boxer briefs.
“For real?” I watch as she licks her lips, eyeballing the goods as she struggles to get my pants and boxers past my thighs. Then I take her face in my hands. “Now, my thighs? You’re going to give me a complex, Red—fuuuck.”
I nearly lose it as she pulls my dick out and kisses the head so softly. She tugs down my boxers, and I step out.
I watch Cecilia’s eyes, all wide as she takes me in with a deep appreciation. Then she wraps her hand around my dick, wetting her lips.
“Cecilia, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Looking up at me, she leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of my cock, her tongue sliding down the underside that’s sensitive as fuck.
Swear to God, my knees go weak as she sucks on my tip, and I groan her name in warning. “Cecilia.”
But she doesn’t take it as a warning; she takes it as it should be—praise.
I adjust my stance and grab the headboard to hold myself upright. “Oh God, Cecilia,” I groan again. “Don’t wanna fill your pretty little mouth if that’s not what—fuucck.”
She’s not stopping; in fact, she’s sucking harder, moving faster, and then her hot hand grips my balls.
I’m fucked. So fucked, I think.
“Red, stop.”
She pulls my dick out of her mouth, and it makes a pop sound. She releases my dick and balls and looks up at me, eyes full of worry. “Was it bad?”
“Hell no. So good—too good.”
“Perfect. So, be quiet.”
And quiet I am as she sucks the fucking life out of me.
“Gonna come, Red. Gonna?—”
She sucks down my length and back up, and I lose it completely.
16
Meet Me In The Middle
Friday
I can’t decide if I felt sexier when he was looking at me from between my legs, eyes nearly black, or as he came in my mouth. I’m still contemplating that when he bends down and pulls me up into his arms. His massive body shakes as he holds me, and I feel the rise and fall of his incredible chest against me as he tries to control his breathing. I hear the sound of his heart beating against my ear as he holds my head to his chest, and I’m not sure why, but I may like that the best.
When his lips press against the top of my head, he whispers, “Right now, I hate baseball.”
I can’t help but smile as I look up at him and ask the question I already think I know the answer to. “Why?”
“Because I don’t want to leave this room—you—for a week, let alone deal with a whole damn season feeling like this.”
“A season, huh?”
“Let’s start with that.” He presses those amazing lips to my forehead.
“Start with?—”
