Page 99 of Hiding in the Outfield

Back down mine.

I work myself over at a steady rhythm, and pressure settles at the base of my spine.

His jaw goes slack. “You bitch,” he growls.

I bite my lip and let my eyes fall shut. I pick up speed. “Fuck, that’s good,” I murmur. “So tight. So slick.”

I open one eye and peek at him. His face is murderous, and I can’t hold back my grin.

“Fine.” He sends a little huff my way. “You want to be in charge? You got it, Jackie-babe.”

Something in his tone has me on edge. Like maybe I just sealed myself to an unfortunate fate and won’t be the one winning.

His head falls back against the tiled wall again, and he grips his pecs. He watches me as he flicks his thumbs over his nipples. He doesn’t hold back, and he doesn’t go slow. His abs tense and twitch while his hips jerk against me. Soft moans fall from his lips.

I can’t take my eyes off him; the way his mouth is parted in pleasure, the way his fingers swirl and skim in a way that has him writhing against the wall. The way the soap suds collect in his curling dark chest hair, trail down his happy trail. My heart pounds in my chest. Fucking hell, he’s so sexy.

“Not so chatty now, are we?” he pants.

“P-pinch them,” I somehow remember to say in my lust-drunk haze.

“As you wish.”

His fingers squeeze, and the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard echoes through the shower, bouncing off the tile walls and assaulting me over and over. That dark gaze doesn’t leave mine as he plays with himself. My blood is running hot, pumping through my veins like fire.

He taunts me, puts on a show that makes it clear I’m far from the one in control now. He hums, and I feel that vibration in my balls. His pants are coming heavier, but he’s not done messing with me. He bites his lip, eyes knowing.

Then his lashes flutter shut. “Oh, Jackie.” It’s long and drawn out and downright pornographic.

That moan zings through me and settles right in my dick. Fuck. He’s such a smartass. Knows exactly what will destroy me. So, I try my hand at it. I wrap my hand around us both again and drag my thumb over our crowns. He grunts, so I do it again. A muscle tics in his jaw.

His body goes tense and still for a beat, then he shakes his head. I see it in his eyes. The game is over; he’s too close. His fingers snap back into motion. He rolls his nipples, then pinches again.

“Fuckfuckfuck.”

He’s fucking into my fist now. I’m not even moving my hand.

“Fuck, babe.” My voice is hoarse and broken with pained lust. His dick sliding against mine might be my favorite feeling in the world. “Your cock is so pretty next to mine,” I rasp.

His hips stutter.

“Our crowns bumping and rubbing, precum mixing and slicking over our dicks. Fuck, I want to taste you. It’s a crime, having that washed down the drain.”

My bicep and shoulder are straining from holding him, but he doesn’t have to worry. He can ride me as hard as he needs, use me any way he wants to. I won’t ever let go. Not of him.

His thighs clench around my hips. “Fuck, Jackie. I’m⁠—”

His back arches, and his cock pulses. His body shudders, a deep moan tearing from him as he erupts between us. Warm cum coats my hand, and I grip his ass tighter, holding him securely to me while he rides out his orgasm.

I try to cement this version of him in my brain. He’s stunning when he comes. Pretty lips parted, a flush spread all the way down to his chest, hard nipples strangled between his fingertips, and his dick—fuck his pretty dick—glistening with his cum.

His legs slide down mine, and he bats my hand away, taking hold of my cock. Pleasure washes over me, a warning I’m seconds from breaking. He buries his head in my neck as he strokes me hard, curling his hand over the crown with every upstroke. Rough pants dance over my skin.

The pressure builds, my balls draw up tight. My eyes sink close, and all I can see, all I can hear, is him losing himself over to bliss.

Lips skim over my ear. “Come for me.”

My orgasm hits me. It licks through me like wildfire. I clutch him to me as shudder after shudder wracks my frame. He slowly strokes me through the last tremors until I’m leaning boneless against him.