Page 58 of Saving The Shortstop

With the level of throb coming from my pussy right now, I have two choices. One, I can take care of myself, preferably while watching him do the same. Or, option two, I can woman the hell up, take the bull by the horns, and get in the shower with him.

I don’t even get to decide because when he turns and his eyes lock on mine, I’m standing here, looking like a cat in heat, with my legs clamped tightly together.

He slides the glass door slightly, keeping his hand still wrapped around his cock though he’s now holding it still.

“Like what you see, Short?” he murmurs, eying me over.

“It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve watched you fuck your hand in the shower, QB,” I toss back nonchalantly, pretending like I’m not actually frothing at the mouth.

“Is that so?” He gives me a little smirk, lifting a brow. “Let me guess, the other time was at the beach house a few years back.” He tilts his chin up. “You watched me from your bedroom window—like a little creeper.”

My eyes must widen to the size of plates before I shrug it off. “Um … why would you say that?”

“I was imagining you on your knees in front of me, sucking me off,” he coos. “You had been so fucking mouthy all day long. Always some smartass comeback to anything and everything I said. I wanted to shut you up by shoving my dick down your throat.”

I don’t even fight squirming because there’s no use. I chew on my lip, my eyes growing hazy.

“I was trying to take it slow. Trying to just … not rush through every step,” he says, releasing the hold on his dick. “But even being in the same house with you has my dick rock hard.” He cocks his head to the side. “So why don’t you do me a favor, come in here, drop to your knees, and let me live out my fantasy,” he muses. “I already know you swallow, but now, I want to see how well you can take me fucking your throat.”

I begin to pull off the jersey, but his voice stops me.

“No,” he says sharply. “Leave it on.”

I look down at my top, confused. It’s going to get soaking wet, but I guess that’s fine? I step into the shower, closing the door behind me. For a split second, I’m suddenly shy, and I don’t turn to face him right away. But when he shifts his hips, dragging the tip of his cock across my ass before he spins me around, bringing his mouth to mine, the nerves are gone.

He flicks his tongue against mine before nibbling on my bottom lip. Pressing me hard against the glass, he moves to my neck, kissing it as my jersey becomes more soaked by the second.

“Be a good girl and suck my dick, would you?” he murmurs into my ear. “I want to feel those lips wrapped snug around me right fucking now.”

I moan just as his mouth returns to mine, and he swallows it up before he pulls back slightly, leaving room for me to sink down onto my knees.

And that’s exactly what I do—without thinking twice.

DALLAS

I swear when her tongue pokes out and swipes against my dick, I jump. Not because I don’t love it, but I’ve waited for this moment for so long, I swear to fuck one lick has me already on the verge of falling apart.

Wearing a jersey in the shower isn’t ideal, but I couldn’t pass up watching her suck my dick while she had my name on her back. And looking down at her, soaked hair and soaked top, licking my cock … it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Well, right up there with her, legs spread in a chair, finger fucking herself.

When she explores a little further, bringing the head of my dick between her lips and gently sucking, I tangle one hand in her wet hair and slap the other against the glass. I’m torn between watching her every move and squeezing my eyes shut just to keep myself from blowing my load down her throat right now.

Her hands grip my thighs, and she sits up a little higher, taking me deeper into her throat. The bottom of my dick slides against her wet, warm tongue in pure fucking perfection, and I whimper when she looks up at me before opening wider so that I can watch my cock enter her throat.

“Fuckkk,” I hiss, fastening my grip on her thick brown hair. I don’t need to thrust her back and forth on it because she’s rocking her body all by herself. Every few seconds, I hit the back of her throat, and she pulls away only to launch me back in.

It feels like heaven—my dick down her throat and her lips wrapped around me like a damn ring. Add in that I’ve taken the risky way out and decided to keep my eyes open, and my balls are already tingling. I’d be scared to come too soon because the night’s so young, but the truth is, I know I’m going to be able to come over and over again because I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.

“You won’t have to clean up my mess tonight, baby,” I utter, barely able to croak out the words. “Because I’m going to come down your throat and save you the trouble.”

She moans against me, clearly wanting me to come in her mouth before she deepthroats me so hard that her eyes water. My balls draw up tight, and my spine feels like it’s got a fucking firecracker lit in it, tingling to the point of pain. My eyes roll around in my head, but I fight to keep them open, only half winning the war but enough to watch the second my cock begins to pump cum into her mouth, and I watch her throat work to swallow me down.

“Fuck …” I hiss out, my body quivering. “Feels so … fucking … good. Coming in your mouth.”

She greedily takes every ounce of me, keeping my cock deep down her throat for what could be the longest I’ve ever come.

Once I’m completely spent, she slides her lips off me, stopping at the tip to swirl her tongue around it before she gazes up into my eyes.

“Was that as good as your fantasy?” she asks, the tiniest smirk on her swollen lips.