Page 50 of Saving The Shortstop

He sucks in a sharp breath before he steps back and sinks down onto my bed. Reaching for me, he pulls me between his legs, planting his hands on each of my hips.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he mumbles, strumming his fingertips against me.

Reaching for the hem of my crewneck, I peel it over my head, leaving me in my bra and leggings while standing before him. It’s bold, maybe too much. But this is who I am, and out of everyone, Dallas knows that all too well.

“I know exactly what I’m asking for, D,” I whisper, my voice shaking with emotion because he’s touching me in a way I’ve dreamed of for years.

His eyes darken a shade, and he swallows roughly before he rests his forehead right below my chest like he’s fighting a battle with himself. As he finally looks up at me again, any ounce of hesitation or self-control is gone when he reaches around my back and unclips my bra. The second it falls, exposing my bare breasts, he bites down on his bottom lip.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters, and when he leans forward, running his tongue against my nipple before pulling it between his lips, I can’t stop the whimper that flies from my throat. “I’m not going to fuck you. Well, I am. But not right now because today we have a lot to do. And when I do finally stuff your perfect pussy with my cock, I don’t want it to be rushed. I want to take my time because I’ve waited for fucking years to feel you wrapped around me.”

“You have?” I practically choke out.

“Fuck yes, I have. You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted that.”

Just when I thought the need inside me couldn’t grow deeper, it does. I ache, craving him right now but also knowing that, with how stubborn he is, he’s not going to give in to me. And if he says we’re not fucking, we’re not fucking.

“I’ve wanted you too,” I breathe out. “So … so … badly.”

With his mouth now resting just below my tits, he looks up at me with wild eyes. “Have you ever fucked yourself while picturing me?” he rasps, and when I nod, he almost hisses, sucking in a breath so fast.

“How’d you get yourself off, Short?” he demands. “Tell me everything.”

Licking my lips, I know exactly what I want to do to him right now, and that’s make him so hard and so turned on that he’s almost losing his mind.

“Sometimes, I’d use my fingers,” I start. “Others, I’d use a toy and imagine it was your cock.” Reaching down, I run my palm over the bulge in his jeans. “Did you ever fuck your hand, thinking about me, QB?”

“All the time,” he almost growls. “All the fucking time. You’ve consumed me for so many years. Do you even realize that?”

“Show me,” I whisper, biting down on my lip, and when his hands drop down, I palm my own tits before him, pinching a nipple and tilting my head up slightly. “Take your dick out and show me how you jerked your cock while I was on your mind.”

I swear that he cries out, but soon, he’s lifting his hips to yank his jeans and briefs down. Once they are pooled at his ankles, he kicks them off, but I’m too distracted by his huge dick standing up straight and ready for me.

I’ve seen him naked. I’ve felt it against my ass. But seeing it this up close and personal? Its veins bulging as he wraps his fist around it …

I need water. Ice cold freaking water.

He reaches for my leggings, peeling them down. And once he realizes I’m not wearing any underwear, his cock jumps. “No panties?” he utters, sliding his palm over my heat. “Sit in that chair,” he growls, nodding his chin toward the plush chair that’s a few feet from the end of the bed. “Sit back and spread your legs nice and wide. Show me how fucking desperate you were for my dick all these years.”

Stepping back, I slink down into the chair and sit so my back is supported before I lift my legs up and spread them apart with my feet on the ottoman. His eyes are dark now, and his pupils have never looked bigger. He strokes himself harder, keeping his fist drawn tight.

We’re about to cross the boldest invisible line. And I know that I’m going to be forever changed. Because for the first time in my life, I’m going to have sex with someone I’m actually in love with.

He just doesn’t know that part.

And hell no, I’m not going to tell him and scare him away.

DALLAS

I should be dealing with Haven’s car and talking to Coach. We need to tell him what’s going on before tonight’s game. Instead, I’m fucking my hand while I get a front row seat to Haven fucking herself with her fingers. Her pussy is bare and so fucking pretty, and I don’t give a fuck if up until ten minutes ago she didn’t even know how I felt. Now that she does, I want every part of her.

Including her orgasms.

Her nipples are so hard, her eyes glazed over almost like she’s intoxicated.

“Dallas,” she murmurs, sinking her fingers deeper, keeping her legs spread wide. “Fuck … your dick’s so big.” Her eyes are fixated on my hand as it strokes my cock. “I wish I could suck it.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, needing to contain myself. It’s hard enough not to come watching her finger herself. Add in her talking about sucking my dick … dear fucking Lord, I’ll be a goner in no time. Right now, I don’t want to be a selfish asshole though. She’s the one whose day started off terrible, and even though I want to take it all the way with her right now, I also want to savor every single step because I’ve waited so damn long for this moment.