Page 25 of Stealing Forever (Bridge Point Bears Baseball #1)

Reaching down, I rub his erection through his jeans, feeling how hard and incredibly huge he is, and it dawns on me that it might not fit inside of me. It’s daunting, but it doesn’t stop me from unhooking the button on his pants and rolling down the zipper.

Declan sucks in a sharp breath and thrusts into my palm when I wrap my fingers around him. “ Fuck , sweetheart.”

“You might be too big,” I breathe, stroking his shaft with one hand while I use the other to start pushing down his jeans and underwear. It's not the most eloquent of movements, but it’s getting the job done.

“It’ll fit, don’t worry.” He pushes his clothes down the rest of the way until he’s completely nude in front of me, and I’m naked from the waist up.

I take a minute to admire him—the ridges of his abs, the sexy Adonis belt that is practically an arrow leading to his erection that juts out, thick and commanding.

Finally, I graze my eyes up his body and connect with his.

They shine with desire as he looks back at me, and he takes a step forward, his hands tugging on the waist of my jeans.

Undoing them, he silently pushes them down, taking my panties with them, until they pool at my feet.

He doesn’t give me the chance to step out of them before I’m lifted into his arms and walked to his bed.

He lays me against the mattress with ease, taking his time to gently place me down.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Hailey.” He kisses my shoulder.

“Inside.” The top of my breast. “And out.” He takes my nipple into his mouth, swirling the sensitive peak around on his tongue before releasing it.

“I love your body.” A gentle kiss is placed on my stomach. “Every inch of you is perfect.”

“I have my flaws,” I tell him, insecurity rearing its ugly head without warning.

“Not to me.”

I gasp when his fingers touch my center, spreading me without hesitation, like he’s already well acquainted with my body.

My legs fall open when he starts to strum his fingertips against my clit like it’s his own personal instrument—and maybe it is, since a chorus of moans falls from my lips. Closing my eyes, I do everything in my power to let go of everything other than this feeling.

This incredible feeling.

“I’m going to start stretching you a little, sweetheart. Get you ready for me.” His voice is gruff and strained, like he’s holding back from his own pleasure to create mine.

“Let me touch you.” I reach for him, but he pulls his hips away.

“Hailey, the only action I’ve gotten in the last two years is by my own hand, aside from the other night with you. If you touch me, I can’t guarantee I won’t come in yours the moment you stroke me. Right now, I want to make you feel good, sweetheart. Can you let me do that for you?”

Not waiting for a response, he pushes a finger into me.

“Oh my God,” I cry out, bucking my hips.

“That’s my girl,” Declan growls in my ear before nibbling on the lobe. “I think you can handle another, what do you think?”

“Yes,” I moan as he slowly adds a second.

Pumping his fingers, the sound of my arousal is audible as he glides them in and out of me, changing angles and stroking me from inside. Scooping some of the wetness, he smears it all over, making me slippery.

A flicker of embarrassment hits me from how wet I am—have I ever been this aroused for a man before?

I don’t think so. But Declan isn’t just any man. He’s different.

My body feels it.

My heart does too.

His thumb strokes against my clit, and I buck my hips again, my back arching against the bed. He takes his time, rubbing and stroking, before I feel the tip of another finger at my entrance, ready to join the other two. “I think you’re ready for another.”

A statement. Not a question.

I can’t help but hold my breath a little as he starts pushing in a third finger.

It’s more than I’ve ever taken in the past, and I’m nervous it’ll be uncomfortable, but I quickly shove those thoughts aside as Declan moves his mouth to my breast and takes my nipple into his mouth again.

The sensation, hot and wet against my skin, pulls the focus from the slight discomfort of being stretched more than I have before.

I don’t tell him that I’ve only been with one other man before, and that he was a two-pump chump who didn’t care to even attempt to make me come. I gave him the benefit of the doubt a few times before calling it a learning experience and swearing off men to focus on me .

So, yeah, you could call me inexperienced—but Declan’s doing a stellar job at putting my mind and body at ease.

Sucking in a breath, I feel my core flutter.

Declan rewards me with a moan. “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. Letting me handle your body how I want…fingering you like this…stretching this pretty pussy just for me.”

My eyes roll back, his words fueling my arousal even more than I thought possible.

“Did you know you have a praise kink, Hailey?” he asks curiously, slowly thrusting his fingers inside of me, hitting a new angle that makes my toes curl.

I shake my head. “No.”

“So my good girl has only just learned she likes to be praised? Lucky me for being the man to figure it out.”

“Declan,” I moan again, my hips now mirroring his fingers. I want more of him—all of him. “Please.”

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. Do you want more?”

“Yes. Yes .” I grip onto his duvet, bunching the blanket in my fists.

Declan groans, and slowly withdraws his fingers, using my arousal to coat his cock before scooping more from my body, and adding it onto his. My cheeks heat again when I see how his shaft glistens from me .

“Don’t you dare be embarrassed,” he scolds. “This is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Shifting onto his knees, he grabs my hips and pulls me to him, angling me exactly how he wants me.

Holding himself at the root, he aligns his cock with my entrance, then hesitates. His brows knit together as he looks down at us. “I should have been a gentleman, or at least a decent fucking human, and asked if I could fuck you bare…”

Oh . Oh shit.

Fuck. I’m too turned on to give a shit—consequences be damned. He just told me he hasn’t been with anyone in years, and neither have I.

Lifting my hips, I press into him. “I want to feel you, Declan. All of you.”

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He presses into me an inch, and I cry out from the sudden pressure.

He’s way too big—I can’t…I can’t…

“Breathe for me, sweetheart.”

A stream of air passes through my lips.

He pushes in a little more. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Declan’s thumb finds my clit again, circling it with an expertise of my body that didn’t take him long to learn.

His hips roll a little, driving him in more. “Breathe.”

“You’re so fucking big, Declan,” I exhale shakily.

He laughs, dropping his head against my shoulder. “And you’re so damn tight I might come before I even get all the way inside of you.”

“Push all the way,” I tell him, clutching onto his shoulders.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he argues.

“Do it, Declan. And kiss me.”

Smashing our lips together, our tongues find each other and he deepens the kiss before his hips give one final thrust until he’s sheathed inside me.

For several seconds, he doesn’t move, and I’m able to adjust. Then, in the blink of an eye, my body combusts as I turn desperate for more.

“Move,” I demand into his kiss, and he wastes no time before starting to rock into me.

Pushing my hair away from my face, Declan grips my jaw as he continues to kiss me, our bodies coming together over and over again.

My moans mix with his, our skin slapping together with every movement. He feels like heaven, and home, and everything I didn’t know I was missing up until this exact moment—something so carnal and precious I wonder how I ever went without this level of intimacy before.

“Hailey, I can’t last, sweetheart. You—“ he groans mid-sentence, unable to control his pleasure. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” I cry, because it’s possible I might actually perish if he stops.

“Fuck—I can’t—” And then he roars with his release, his hips moving erratically as he spills himself inside of me. My body is wound so tight I’m surprised I don’t topple over the edge with him, but I’m right there—so close, yet so far.

That’s okay, I think to myself, expecting him to pull out of me, roll over, and be ready for bed. Next time.

Declan shudders, still riding the high of his climax, when he roughly pulls himself out of me. Tossing me around like a rag doll, cum still drips from his semi-erect cock as he scurries down the bed and climbs between my legs.

“What are yo—” a scream erupts from me as Declan sucks my clit into his mouth, rolling the tip of his tongue around the sensitive nerve.

My vision darkens, hands flying to the back of his head, as he suctions around it and thrusts two fingers into me.

I barely register the noises I make, not entirely sure they’re human, as I come harder than I ever have in my life. It’s like I’m floating above my body, the orgasm rolling into me as relentlessly as Declan’s tongue.

I’m quaking by the time he kisses up my body and collapses on the blankets next to me. I can’t even open my eyes, completely spent and satiated.

“That was…amazing.”

“You’re okay? That wasn’t too much? I wanted to be more gentle, but goddamn…” Concern flickers through his features, and I roll over to face him.

Cupping my hand against his cheek, I shake my head. “It was incredible.”

“You’re incredible.” He kisses the tip of my nose.

Contentment settles around us as we lie next to each other, tracing patterns on each other’s skin. I draw a heart, and he writes his name, and it’s so innocent and pure it nearly takes my breath away.

How is this real life? My life, no less.

After a while, the cold gets to me and I shiver, despite the body heat he radiates.

“Should we go get cleaned up?” I ask, rolling onto my back in preparation of getting up.

But Declan scoffs, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me against his body. Slowly, he shakes his head and walks his fingers down to the short curls above the apex of my thighs. “Fuck no, sweetheart. We’ve got all night.”