Page 18 of Fake Dates and Home Plates (Way Off Base #1)
The movie’s still playing, but now, it’s just background noise.
When I pull back, we’re both panting. Henley’s eyes are hooded as she tries to drag my mouth back to hers, but I shake my head.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her.
The smirk that pulls at her lips is sexy as fuck. “Where, Baseball Boy?”
I lean down, nipping at her skin until my lips hover over her ear. “Let me eat that pretty pussy until you scream.”
She makes a quiet gasp, surprised by my words. I’ve read at least one romance book a month for years now. It might be fiction, and the stories might have unrealistic plot lines or over-the-top moments, but I’ve still learned a thing or two.
My teeth scrape along her neck, causing her to shiver against me.
“Oh. Okay, sure.” She’s doing her best to sound unaffected, but I’m not having it.
I want her so lost in the way I touch her, she has no choice but to let go and let me take over.
“I need the words, Henley. Tell me I can use my mouth on you,” I say before I kiss her again.
When we break apart, she’s nodding. “You can use your mouth on me, Theo. Please, touch me.”
I can’t hide the cocky grin on my face as I push back until I’m on my knees, still between her legs. “Oh, I’m going to like hearing you beg. Makes me feel like you’re as desperate for me as I am for you.”
She grabs her skirt, trying to remove it herself, but I’m not having that.
It’s bunched up on her hips from our previous position.
I grab it on both sides and remove it along with her underwear at the same time.
The move is a little awkward, but I work quickly, setting the clothing on the floor beside us.
Thank fuck I decided to put a big ass sectional in here; it can fit us both comfortably, and it’s long enough that I can lie between her legs. Her head is lifted, and I could get addicted to the way her eyes watch me.
“Tell me what you like, sweetheart. I want to know if it feels good or not,” I tell her honestly.
She nods as she continues to watch me. With her eyes on mine, I lower my head and lick her once, twice.
Then, I’m a fucking goner.
I’m confident this can’t be doing much for her, but I can’t help that the second her taste hits my tongue, I want nothing more than to get every drop of her into my mouth. Reminding myself I want this to be good for her, I slow down, sucking her clit in between my lips gently.
When she moans, I do it again.
“That’s it. I love your mouth on my clit, baby. Can you use your fingers too?” The confidence in her voice as she tells me what she needs is so damn sexy.
I do as she says, inserting a finger inside her. Instantly, she’s clenching around it.
“My pussy is so greedy for you, baby. Add another.”
Fuck, I’m going to come in my damn jeans. I add a second finger as I pull her clit between my teeth.
“Oh, fuck. That feels good,” she says on a moan.
My eyes meet hers, finding so much heat there.
She licks her lips before giving me more direction. “Curl your fingers a little bit.”
I do, and her responding moan sends a shiver down my spine.
“Yes, just like that. Fuck my cunt with your fingers, Theo.” Her voice is raspy. She lifts her shirt, pushing her bra up until her tits are out. Her fingers start to play with her nipples as she watches me.
With my fingers still inside her, fucking her like she wants, I tell her, “You taste so good, Henley. I could eat your pussy every fucking day, and it wouldn’t be enough.”
She whimpers slightly at the loss of contact. Returning my mouth to her center, I run my tongue from where my fingers are pumping into her all the way back up to where she wants me, closing my mouth back over her swollen clit.
“I’m going to come. You’re doing so fucking good, Theo. I’m going to come all over your fingers,” she praises me.
I love it. I really fucking love that. I curl my fingers inside her again, and she clenches around them with a loud moan.
It’s not the scream I wanted, but I can get there. I know I can.
“Fuck yes. So good,” she says as I lick her through her orgasm.
We never break eye contact, my tongue cleaning up everything she gives me. When the last of the aftershock runs through her, I lift my head with a smile plastered on my face. Removing my fingers, I suck them into my mouth, cleaning them off.
Reaching down, I grab her discarded panties from the floor and unzip my jeans. She watches me with her brow raised.
“Hope you didn’t plan on getting these back, Getaway Girl. I think they’re mine now,” I tell her as I slide my pants and boxers down enough to set my cock free.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the view of me fucking myself with her panties. “Oh, fuck.”
Henley tries to scramble up, but I shake my head. “Not tonight. This was for you. We’ve got plenty of time.”
Her lips curl up into a pout, and suddenly, I want to give her exactly what she wants.
But I won’t.
She’s fucking adorable, freshly fucked and half naked, pouting because I won’t let her touch me. I meant what I said, though. We have plenty of time.
Instead, I continue to jack myself off, and it only takes three pumps before I’m spilling into the material. Henley quickly leans up, reaching out before I can react. She runs her finger over my tip before sucking it into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I say with a groan.
She smiles. “It’s cute you thought you were the only one getting a taste tonight.”
I pull my pants up without bothering to zip them. I ask, “Stay with me tonight?”
The last thing I want is to take her home when I could have her in my bed beside me all night.
Henley narrows her eyes. “Only if you make me another one of those lattes in the morning.”
“Deal,” I tell her before bending down and grabbing her waist, lifting her over my shoulder.
I carry her to my room and toss her on the bed before giving her a shirt and a pair of boxers to wear to bed.
She slips them on before climbing under the blankets, and I join her after stripping down to my underwear.
As if it’s the most natural thing for us both, I pull her back to my front. Listening to her breathing, I wait until I’m sure she’s asleep. Then, I kiss the top of her head and close my own eyes.
What a night.