Page 66 of Saving The Shortstop

And yeah, I’m not sure what that says about me.

Turning around, I see my phone sitting on the edge of the bed, and I decide that I’m not going to just soak in there.

Not without a little fun at least.

And when I grab my phone, knowing I’m no doubt going to tease him with some pictures, it hits me that after everything that happened with Tabor, I should be terrified to snap photos and send them to a man. But this isn’t just any man; it’s Dallas. And I trust him with my life. Truly.

DALLAS

I sit on the edge of the couch, looking down at the picture that just came through and grinding my back teeth together. I’m trying to be a good boyfriend who doesn’t try to hump his girlfriend like a dog with a fucking pillow, but she’s not exactly making it easy. Especially not when she called me sir and just sent me a picture of her knees up in the tub.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force myself to stay on this couch. The way she was stretching her arms and neck, it’s obvious that her body is hurting. Yet here she is, making it impossible for me to give her a goddamn minute alone.

When my phone vibrates again, the picture is the same. Only this time, her hand is between her legs. Because of the bubbles, I can’t see past the top of the water. Even so, it’s enough to make my fucking head spin.

Me: You’re playing with fire, Short.

She doesn’t respond with a text but instead, another fucking picture. This one of her sitting up just enough for me to see most of her tits, though the bubbles hide her nipples. My cock hardens in my jeans, and I bite down on my knuckles to force myself to stay on this couch. That is until less than thirty seconds later when a fucking video comes through.

One of her pinching her nipple before she glides her hand lower in the water. As the water splashes slightly, it’s obvious she’s working her fingers in and out of herself.

The video hasn’t even come to an end and I’m off the couch, charging toward the bathroom. My cock stands tall in my pants, ready to go to war because this girl is making me insane.

Walking into the bathroom, she smirks at me before tossing her phone onto the rug.

“Took you long enough,” she coos playfully, cocking her head to the side. “What does a girl have to do to get you and your beautiful dick to come in the tub with me?” She licks her lips. “Do you need me to beg? Because if that’s what it takes, I’ll get on my knees in front of you right now.”

Holy fucking shit.

She’s always been confident and bold. But right now? This is a version of her I’ve yet to see.

“Yeah, I do,” I murmur. “Get out of the bathtub and drop to your knees for me. Beg for it, Short. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll give you what you need.”

I’m a dirty fucking liar. If she told me no, I’d still give her whatever she asked for. But she’s standing up within seconds. The sight of soap and water dripping down her body has me losing my mind, and I swallow a groan before it escapes my throat.

Stepping over the side, she walks to me before she sinks down onto her knees. The air is far from cold, but even so, her nipples harden to stiff peaks.

“Please, fuck me in the bathtub,” she says, gazing up at me. “I need your dick inside me right now.”

It’s killing me not to just give into her right now, but something tells me she’s enjoying this game too much for me to stop. So instead, I reach down to my belt. The sound of me undoing it seems to only make her that much hungrier, and when I unzip my fly and take my cock out, she whimpers.

“Is this what you want?” I groan, tilting my chin up. “You want my hard cock inside your tight little hole?”

“Yes,” she whines, her brows pulling together slightly. “Please.”

Reaching for her body, I gather some of the wetness on her skin before I wrap my fist around my aching dick. My hand is wet and slightly soapy, and even though her pussy would feel better, it feels good to stroke my cock with her on her knees before me.

Her eyes stare with hunger at my hand as I jerk myself, and seconds later, she’s reaching between her legs.

“No,” I snap, gripping her chin. “You’re on your knees, begging for my dick. This isn’t about feeding that aching pussy what it needs. It’s about you showing me how much you need my cock.” I grip her chin tighter. “It’s about showing me that my dick is the only one you want.”

Dropping my hand from her chin, I keep my grip firm on myself. I brush the tip against her lips, moistening them with some pre-cum.

“Is my dick the only one you want, baby?” I utter, tracing her lips with it.

“Y … yes,” she moans out lowly.

“And what about my cum?” I ask as a little more beads out, spilling onto her pouty lips. “Is this the only fucking cum you want to swallow?”