Page 85 of Hiding in the Outfield

“So? First thoughts on sixty-nining?”

I suck him hard on my way up, letting him slide from my mouth with an audible pop. His body shudders, and I grin. “Big fan. What’s better than one blowjob, but two blowjobs?”

His eyes dance. “The more BJs, the merrier. Should be your team’s slogan.”

I bury my laugh into his hip. I totally need to tell Shane that one. He’d find a way to make it happen.

He kisses up my shaft, tongue trailing over it. “Should we get back to business?” His murmur drags a shiver down my spine. He flicks his tongue under my crown, and I accidentally thrust myself back into his mouth. He sends me a wink, and I catch it—right in my chest. So playful. So fun. So sexy.

I lean over and swallow as much of him as I can, mind reeling. I had no idea sex could be this fun. Full of laughter and moans. Teasing, but not just with touches. I never realized it’d fill me with the same kind of warmth I get when we’re fooling around in the kitchen, him dancing around me and trying to whip me playfully with a dish towel, or me scooping him up, throwing him over my shoulder, and dumping him on the couch when he gives me sass.

It all just feels right with him. No matter what it is.

His hand dips to my crease, and he squeezes my cheek lightly. I pull up, gaze locking on his while I suck on his head.

He pops off me. “Open for business?”

I nod around his dick, then quickly add a muffled “mmhmm”. His eyes flutter, and he lets out a shaky breath. Anticipation shimmies over my skin. I might be getting acquainted with my prostate today. Woof. We haven’t ventured into this area yet.

“I’ll go slow, dolcezza,” he murmurs. “You tell me to stop at any point.”

Something cool spreads down my crease, and I groan. Lube. It was lube he grabbed before. Of course. Frankie is always prepared. His fingers follow the lube, and his lips close around me at the same time his fingers massage around my hole. A noise catches in my throat at the new sensation. He continues that teasing, never passing over his final destination. And it’s killing me. My nerves are short-circuiting.

He’s barely sucking me, his lips loose as he drags them up and down my shaft. His slick finger glides over my hole, and oh my God. I writhe, my moans drowned out by his dick stuffed in my mouth. I don’t even know if he’s going to get inside me. I had no idea how something so light and simple would light up my entire body.

He keeps up with those passes over my hole, a hint of pressure but nothing more. My skin is buzzing, my insides zinging, ecstasy simmering and ready to boil over at any second. But it won’t, not until he gives me what I need. I barely hold back my growl. I thrust back, trying to force him to breach me. He chuckles around me, all knowing and all fucking evil.

I pop off him. “Frankie, please.”

He groans. But he doesn’t give me what I crave. No, he slips off my dick, and what shines back at me in that heavy-lidded gaze has the blood stilling in my veins.

“Again,” he murmurs, deep, dangerous, and thick with demand. “Beg for it.”

The ache in my balls grows tenfold, and I whine. He’s going to destroy me. I’m not going to survive this.

“Frankie—” Desperation closes around my throat, stealing my words. “Please. I need you. Need you in me. I’m so…I’m so…”

His finger massages faster, and my body twitches and jerks. Sensations surge through me, like my skin is a live wire, set off by his touch. But something’s missing.

“What are you so, dolcezza?”

“Empty,” I whimper. “Please, Frankie. Fill me.”

He curses, his hips bucking into my face, and I press open-mouthed, lust-drunk kisses over his shaft. “Please,” I say brokenly, my tongue flicking out to lick up the pre-cum leaking down him.

And finally, finally, his finger sinks inside.

I stiffen, my brain’s reaction instantaneous, but it’s there and gone in a heartbeat, overshadowed by the bliss spiraling through me. I push back on him. I let myself sink into the feeling of having something inside me, and what I realize is…I want more.

He swallows my dick, sucking hard, and it doesn’t take long before I’m thrusting between those shiny lips and back onto his finger.

I mouth along his dick until I can bury my nose in his pubes. I inhale, drink him in. Pleasure’s coming at me from every direction. Frankie’s coming at me from everywhere. His touch. His taste. His scent. And it’s everything.

He slips in another finger. Fuck. I try to focus on my breathing, but my vision is dotting over.

It’s too good.

The tight drag of his lips, the light stretch that has my body dying in anticipation. I wasn’t prepared for how addictive that burn would be.