Page 51 of Saving The Shortstop

Releasing the hold on my dick, I stand up and walk to her. I rest a knee on the ottoman and crawl forward, gazing up at her. “You can’t suck my dick tonight, baby. We don’t have a lot of time, and after getting a front row seat to that perfect, tight pussy, I can’t go about my day until I stick my tongue inside it.”

Her pretty, pouty lips hang open as she looks down at me through her dark lashes.

Hooking my arms around her thighs, I pull her down until her pussy is right where I want it—on my tongue. I’ve wanted to taste her forever, and I always knew she’d be this fucking sweet, but actually having my face between her thighs has my cock begging for a release.

I gaze up to find her rolling her nipples between the pads of her fingers, and I whimper against her heat, gliding my tongue deeper inside her.

With one hand still playing with her perfect tit, the other reaches for my head, and she scrapes her fingertips into my scalp before pulling on my strands. She rocks my face back and forth using my hair for traction, greedily taking what she needs from me and not leaving anything else. My tongue is being worked fucking ragged, but I’m loving every second of it.

“Fuckkkk, D,” she whines, bucking her hips faster and faster against my face. “With you licking my pussy like that, I’m going to—” A cry rips from her throat, and her pussy tightens around my tongue, clamping down. “I’m coming … I’m … goddamnit …”

Feeling just how greedily her pussy is gripping my tongue has my balls tingling, imagining how good that’s going to feel later when I bury my dick inside her. She writhes against me, and even though I don’t take my tongue off her, I don’t lick as hard in an attempt to slow down this orgasm so that she can enjoy it a little longer.

She continues to rock through her release as she thrusts against my face, and the taste of her orgasm alone puts me over the edge. The tingling in my balls turns into my cock exploding up onto my stomach just as she relaxes and comes back down to earth.

She looks so sleepy when her eyes flutter open, and she props herself up to look at me. Her gaze floats downward—no doubt looking at the cum that’s drenching my abdomen. “You came on yourself?” she whispers shakily. “From⁠—”

“Having my tongue in your pussy?” I finish her sentence. “Yeah. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

The sleepy, relaxed look is gone, and in a flash, she’s pulling me upward on top of her and scootching her own body to the end of the chair. I may have just come hard all over myself, but when she positions herself under me and pokes her tongue out, dragging it over my stomach, licking up every ounce of my release hungrily … I think my dick may never soften again.

Fuck … I wish we could stay in this room all day long.

“You know, we have a lot to talk about,” Haven says, braiding her hair quickly before wrapping an elastic around the end and swinging her head to look at me. “Because things just went from, like, zero to sixty in about three seconds.”

“Give me a little credit, Short.” I smirk. “I lasted more like two minutes, for sure.”

Rolling her eyes, she grabs a throw pillow that got knocked on the floor and heaves it at me. When most people throw a pillow, it wouldn’t be scary. But her arm is a damn cannon and yeah, I bob my head out of the way because I’m scared of getting hit by anything she throws.

“Two minutes before you came all over yourself,” she deadpans, widening her eyes. “Be so proud.”

Just because I expressed some of my feelings and ate her pussy doesn’t mean we’re going to stop being assholes to each other. We have far too much fun bantering for that.

“You didn’t seem to mind cleaning up my mess,” I mutter, grabbing my hat from the nightstand and pulling it down on my head backward, avoiding eye contact at all costs before shrugging. “Just sayin’.”

Before I can run, she’s leaping toward me, knocking me down on the bed. She pinches my nipples, and I practically squeal because I hate it.

“You’re an asshole. Just so you know.”

Grabbing her wrists, I hold them at her sides so that she stops pinching me before I lift my head and kiss her.

“Yeah, well, you knew that before you let me bury my tongue inside you.” I wink before kissing her again. I look up at her, sighing. “I promise, we’ll talk about everything later. You can ask me anything you want. But right now, we need to go see your dad. We have to tell him everything.”

She looks away from me, exhaling. “I know,” she whispers. “I just hate that after what just happened”—she pauses, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of red, and I love it because she’s never one to get embarrassed—“between us and everything, I hate that we have to give energy to fucking Tabor Timmons.”

“I know,” I say, agreeing because I hate it too. After years of fighting my feelings, I finally came out with it and told her the truth. “But we’ll have plenty of time for us after we deal with this. Okay?”

Her eyes shift back to mine, and her lips curl up the slightest bit at the corners. “Okay,” she agrees softly. “You’re right.”

I didn’t expect to wake up today and tell Haven King how I really felt. But now that it’s out there, and I can’t take it back, I can’t help but remember why I kept her at arm’s length to begin with. As she smiles down at me, I’m again hit with the fact she is pure sunshine.

And inside, I’m just an unpredictable storm.

My mom was an addict who suffered from severe depression, anxiety, and other mental illnesses. And my father was also an addict, but unlike her, he was an angry one who liked to beat the shit out of us.

Haven’s parents are good. Her blood is good. But I don’t have my adoptive parents’ blood. Which means, the chances I carry the same fucked up genetics as the people who created me … are high.

I study her face, taking in how happy she is before I hug her tightly to me. Maybe I won’t be her happily ever after, but right now, I can give her this. I can help her through this nightmare until she’s better. That much I can do.