Page 50 of Please Don’t Go (The Midnight Strike #1)

“Quirky stance?” He arches a brow, lips tugging upward in a crooked grin.

“When you’re at-bat, you stand…” How do I say it? “Weird. Who does that?”

He chuckles and approaches me. I step back, adding more space between us, but my back hits the pool wall.

“What’s wrong with the way I stand?” Mirth glistens in his eyes.

“Aside from the fact that it looks a little uncomfortable and weird, nothing.” My eye catches a stray drop and I can’t help but track it. It slides past his collarbone, pec, and follows the ridges of his abs until it meets the water again.

“You should come to a game.” His gaze flicks to my chest, lingering there before it lifts.

“I’m good.” My nipples tighten.

“No, I’m serious. Come to a game.” His arms go on either side of me, hands braced on the edge of the pool, caging me in.

“I’m serious too. I’m good.” Not only do I not want to go because I know Bryson is there, but I’ll be alone. Both the girls are busy and they’re the only friends I have. I’ll look like a loser alone.

“Let’s make a deal.” His eyes drift to my chest again, and I’m certain he sees my pebbled nipples sticking out from the thin material of my bikini top.

My body flares with heat and goose bumps. “A deal?”

“Every time I improve, you come to a game. If I learn how to swim, you come to all, or at least the home games.” He keeps one hand still perched on the edge, the other dips into the water, until I feel it on my back.

His fingers graze my skin only briefly before they’re tugging on the string holding my top together.

That stuns me because while we’ve been going at this for five weeks, he’s not made a lot of improvement. I know he’s scared and I’m not a specialist, so I don’t want to push too hard.

I don’t want to go but I do want him to learn how to swim. Hmm…this could be an incentive.

“Okay, deal but you have to make improvements or I don’t go,” I sternly say.

“And you have to wear my jersey.”

I narrow my eyes, shaking my head. “No.”

“Please,” he softly purrs, leaning forward, his lips hovering over the shell of my ear. “I’ll keep begging. You know I will.”

I close my eyes as my shoulders tense with anticipation. “Don’t care.”

“ Por favor .” He tugs the string harder. He nips the lobe of my ear, lips just barely grazing the skin down to my neck. He inhales sharply as he lets go of the string. I feel disappointed and have to swallow back an aggravated whine.

“Still no…”

“I can beg all night, Jos.”

“Don’t you have a game tomorrow?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” He pulls back, staring down at me with dark hooded eyes.

“Beg if you want. I still won’t care.”

“God, you’re such a—” His jaw tics, eyes darker than they’ve ever been.

“I’m a what?” My pussy clenches.

He cups the side of my neck with both hands, his lips just an inch away from mine. “A fucking brat. So stubborn. So frustrating. So hot…” He blows out an exasperated breath. “Can I kiss you? And don’t play games with me right now. Yes or no? If I can’t, I need to get out.”

I’m such an asshole because I prolong my silence, only smirking at him. He looks like he’s about to lose his shit, and I’m enjoying it.

“Josie?” he presses, voice brimming with frustration and desperation. “Yes or no?”

“Hmmm…I don’t know,” I say softly, innocently.

“What don’t you know?” he grits.

“If that’s where I want you to kiss me.” I squeeze my thighs as my clit pulses.

He drops his hand, cupping the back of my neck and rests his forehead against mine, breathing out a string of curse words in Spanish. “Okay,” he speaks almost too quietly, and I think he’s going to get out of the pool but then he kisses me.

He forces his tongue inside my mouth and it clashes with mine. I have no words to explain the way his mouth vigorously devours mine. It’s hot, breathtaking, and clit shattering.

That’s how it and the rest of my body feels. On the verge of exploding from how intense every inch of me burns from the way he holds and consumes me.

I moan into his mouth and circle my legs around him in the water. The water sloshes around us, reminding me where we’re at and his fear.

He must read my thoughts because he says, “I’m okay, right here. I’m okay as long as you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” I heave a breath, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “As long as you’re okay, Garcia, I’m okay.”

His Adam’s apples bobs and he nods.

“Whatever you’re thinking, just do it,” I whisper against him, as if it were a secret he and I are sharing.

That’s all it takes for whatever was holding him back to do what he’s thinking. He yanks the top of my bikini down, and my breasts bounce out, nipples harder than ever as he takes them in.

“Fuck, Josie,” he groans and lifts me a little higher so that my breasts are closer to his face. “I dream of this. I dream of you,” he says against my nipple before he sucks one into his mouth.

I tip my head back, moaning as he plays with it. He switches between hard and soft, biting and sucking, rolling and lapping.

“Mmm…Daniel.” My eyes roll back, every nerve inside me going off like fireworks. My fingers work their way through his hair, fisting and pulling it, as he continues to assault both nipples.

I gasp when his teeth sink into the soft skin and mouth latches onto the side of my breast, and when I look down, he’s looking at me and sucking on it hard.

I’m struggling between closing my eyes and keeping them open, but when he pulls back and I spot a dark purple spot, I’m glad I kept them open.

He does the same for the other. The pleasure is so intense, so good, I can’t help but close my eyes this time.

It’s not until I feel him separate our bodies that I open my eyes.

“What are you…” My voice wavers as he sets me on top of the edge of the pool, and I spot two hickeys on my breasts.

“I really want to taste you again,” he roughly says and hooks his fingers under my bottoms and tugs at them. I easily comply, lifting my butt to help him take them off. He flippantly tosses the wet material somewhere. “Fuck, Josie, you’re dripping, baby.”

I can’t be hallucinating this time. I know what I heard, and I want him to call me that again. “I was just in the pool.”

He grins and spreads my thighs. I bring my arms behind me, bracing my weight on my palms.

“No, you’re dripping.” He spreads my pussy lips with one hand, and with the other, drags two fingers from my slit down to my entrance. My toes curl and fingernails scrape against the ground.

He lifts his fingers and they glisten. “Come here,” he orders.

And I do.

“Open your mouth.”

And I do.

He slips his fingers into my mouth and I taste myself. “Close and suck, baby. Taste yourself. That’s not water. That’s all you.”

This shouldn’t be erotic, but it is. My clit pulses harder and faster and he notices. He smirks and plops his fingers out of my mouth, dripping specks of saliva on my chest.

“What part did you like?” He stares at my pussy, keeping it parted. “Tasting yourself?” I pulse again. “That I made you do it?” Once again. “Or being called baby?” I shiver, every inch of me yearning to hear it again.

“Josie, baby, is that what you like?” He sounds on edge, his voice a gruff rasp.

I shrug, biting the inside of my cheek. I’ve never liked pet names, and well, I guess I don’t like many things, but I do like that. At least hearing it come from him.

“Yeah,” I whisper meekly, feeling weird to admit that out loud.

“I like you like this.” He lazily drags his fingers down my slit. They become slicker as I become wetter. “Shy and stubborn…” His gaze is trained on my pussy and legs, they tremble and clench every time his fingers reach my sensitive clit.

I squeeze my eyes, panting like a goddamn dog, feeling overly sensitive. I don’t think as I bring one hand between my thighs and rub myself.

“And impatient too.” He groans.

My eyes connect with his hungry ones and if I could, I’d flip him off. “Shut up. You were taking too long,” I pant, feeling close.

He doesn’t say anything; he watches me raptly, eyes never leaving my fingers as I continue to rub over my swollen clit. My stomach contracts, my thighs tense, and everything almost shatters, but then he pulls my hand away.

I whine. No, I’m pretty certain I just sounded like an angry cat because what the fuck .

“No. I get to finish you off. You did so good, but now it’s my turn.” He sinks down but looks up at me. “Wipe your fingers on your tits and make sure you do a good job.”

I raise a shaky hand to my breasts and smear my arousal all over my nipples and breasts. He watches me as if he were making sure I did as he instructed. Once he’s satisfied, he sucks my clit into his mouth and thrusts two fingers inside me.

“Oh God,” I gasp, my body jerking forward.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of me, and sucks my clit as I scream for more. My eyes roll back until all I see is white. I start to sweat and my thighs quiver from how far he parted them. Every time I attempt to clench them, he stops me.

“Danny, I need to come,” I plead, on the verge of tears.

“I’m getting you there, baby.” He laps my clit, torturously slow, over and over again, until I’m crying out and my entire body is shaking.

“I’m getting you there. I promise. You’re doing so good, letting me take my time with you.

Letting me taste you, fuck your cunt with my fingers.

You’re doing so good. You taste so good. ”

I lie on my back, the pressure so intense, I feel dizzy.

I moan loudly, arching my back when he removes his fingers.

“Please,” I whisper shakily. “Please…” My voice slips as he drives his tongue into my entrance and his fingers pinch my clit. “Oh…” I grind my clattering teeth, fisting my shaky hands at my sides.

His hot breath fans my pussy as his tongue thrusts as far as it’ll go. He’s lapping and stroking me while he uses a single finger to flick my clit.

“I can’t.” I pull away from him, my body thrashing.

“I can’t take this…” My breath gets caught and I swear I die for a moment.

I come so hard, my body shoots up, but that doesn’t stop Daniel from eating me or playing with my clit.

He carries on and moans, the vibration from his mouth heightening everything.

“Holy shit…” My body slumps and I catch myself briefly before I hit the ground. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I chant incessantly, desperately, and fist his hair, grinding myself against his face. “Mmmm…yes! Yes!” I squeal out, my body aggressively convulsing.

When he stops, I slouch to the ground. I can’t regulate my breathing or get my erratic heartbeat under control.

Everything is still spasming and pulsing, and even though his fingers aren’t on my clit anymore, it throbs.

Like I need more and I think he knows that because he laps his tongue on it and whispers, “I got you,” and “I told you you’d be needy,” and “You’ve got a needy pussy, baby. ”

I don’t deny or argue. I moan over and over as he plays with me and praises me and I come three more times.

When he’s done and I’m finally able to catch my breath, I push up on shaky arms and look up at him just as he places a kiss on the crook of my thigh. It’s bruised and I realized he gave me a hickey there too. I don’t know when he did that, but I don’t question it.

He smiles up at me. I muster whatever energy my lips have and return it, but he chuckles and I realize I’m not smiling, just staring at him, dazed.

I can’t bring myself to care, and drop back on the ground. I close my eyes briefly and hear the water slosh and him quietly grunt. When I take a peek, I see him hoisting himself up and out of the pool. He towers over me, a large tent in his shorts, and I want to return the favor.

He shakes his head, a warm smile still on his face.

“I just wanted you to feel good. I don’t need you to do anything.”

“But…” I clear my dry throat. “I want you to feel good. You’ve already done it for me. Let me do it for you.” I sit on my knees, my face in front of his erection, and I look up at him. “Let me.”

The muscle in his jaw works, dilated hooded eyes strained. “This isn’t about me, Josie. This is about you.”

“But you deserve it too. I want to make you happy, make you feel good.”

“This for me is enough, and you do make me very happy.” He cups my jaw and my eyes flutter when he brushes the pad of his thumb over my cheek and lip.

I idly sigh. “Promise you’ll let me next time? I want to take care of you too.” I get why he’s doing it, but he deserves this just as much as I do, if not more. “I want to please you.”

He swallows and I swear his dick twitches in his shorts. “You do. You let me touch you, taste you, have you the way I did. I was really pleased. I promise.”

I’m stunned as he slightly bends and lifts me up, his arms go under my neck and the back of my knees. “What are you?—”

“You don’t think I’m done, do you? Remember, this is all about you right now. I’m going to help you get cleaned up and then I’m going to feed you and we’ll watch a movie.”

Despite the voice in my head telling me to stop this right now because, again, this is too intimate, I don’t. I wrap my arms around his neck, and I let him take me inside.

My lips stretch sheepishly. “Okay.”