Page 72 of Hiding in the Outfield

My hands land on his thighs, and I lean forward. He holds himself out for me, like an offering, one I can’t wait to accept. I pause a breath away from him and glance up.

“Tell me what to do?”

“Every step of the way.”

The tension in my shoulders eases, and I move forward. He gently grips my chin, forcing my gaze back to his.

“But right now, just play, love. Explore.” The smirk he sends me is sinful. “This is for you, and I’ll just sit back and reap the benefits.”

I nod, and his hand falls away. I grip him at the base and tentatively lick across his crown. His stomach muscles tense, and I’m met with a light, musky flavor. It’s faint, but it instantly has my dick perking up, wanting more. I swirl my tongue around his crown and pop just the tip in my mouth. My gut tightens. Oh, shit. Yes. This. This is what’s been missing. My lips stretching around a dick, its soft weight settling on my tongue.

I sink a little deeper, explore the ridge of his crown with my tongue. When I flick underneath, his right thigh jerks. My mouth stretches wider, his dick heavier. I stroke him lightly as I test sinking down on him, test sucking back up. His taste is growing stronger, and I squirm as a wave of heat prickles over my skin. There’s something indescribably sexy about having a dick filling your mouth. The slick glide as it sinks inside you over and over. The steely hardness and heady weight stretching you.

I’m overcome by the need to suck, to take more.

Deeper. Faster. Just more.

“Fuck, Jackson,” Frankie hisses. “For someone who was really nervous, you’re taking to it like a fish to water.”

I slip him out of my mouth and kiss my way down his shaft, tonguing and tasting him along the way. When I get to the base, I bury my nose in his groin. His dizzying masculine scent has my head spinning. I groan and kiss down to his balls. Wow. Just wow. This is so fucking heady.

“Scale of one to ten,” he says between pants. “How’s a dick in your face?”

I pull back and stroke him slowly, gaze locked on his heavy-lidded one. “Ten out of ten.” I lick my lips, then drag them over his head. Don’t slip him inside, just let his soft crown play over my mouth. My blood thrums. I think I could spend hours just sliding my lips over him. His eyes don’t leave mine, but his mouth parts wider.

“Your taste is addictive,” I whisper. “The way you smell has me losing my mind.” I mouth him lightly, cradling him on my tongue before letting go. “The way you feel…” I rasp. “God, the way you feel.”

Those dark lashes fan over his glowing, flushed cheeks. The way he’s looking at me… It’s a contradiction.

Like I’m his.

And his undoing.

His hand slips up my neck and drifts through my hair. He cradles my head, his thumb smoothing small circles at the base of my skull. I instantly tip back into his hold.

His fingers tighten.

“Playtime’s over.”

My mouth drops open, ready, my body acting before my brain even has a chance to register his words.

His low, satisfied purr rumbles through the room, and warmth bursts in my chest. I did that. I made that sound happen.

He guides me forward, and I slip him back into my mouth. I sink down with more confidence now that I know what to expect. Pull back up, savor his hardness slipping over my tongue and cheeks. My mouth waters, and I move faster, his hand a gentle pressure on my head.

“Look at me.”

My gaze flicks up, and I’m met with whiskey lit on fire. Flames of lust dance in those beautiful irises. Jump to me and lick over my skin, reach down inside me to a place that has been dim and dark for so long…and light me up.

“Hand at my base, bello. Stroke me in rhythm with that pretty mouth.”

I wrap my fingers around him, my hand easily gliding over him through the mess I’m making. It takes me a minute, but I fall into a smooth, seamless movement. He bites his lip, those bliss-black irises boring into me. He’s a vision, one wavering in and out of focus as my eyes water.

His fingers tighten. “You’re doing so good, Jackie.” His roughened whisper slips right into my soul, and I preen. “So hot, so tight. You were made for this, baby. Use that mouth like you were always meant to. Suck me.”

I tighten my mouth, cheeks hollowing on every drag back up. I want to be good for him. I want to be the best for him. My dick hangs heavy and throbbing between my legs, every sultry word sending hints of pleasure through me.

His thighs twitch and jerk against my shoulders. Like he’s holding back. Restraining himself.