Page 30 of The Best Friend and the Shortstop

Mine.

“Goddamn, Nik.” I bite my thumbnail as I take her in.

She tucks her chin against her shoulder, demure. Shy. Her leg comes up, knee bending and tucking in to hide her modesty.

“Yeah?” she asks, and it isn’t a play. She isn’t being coy. She’s worried too.

I nod slowly and lift her leg to my side as my eyes hold hers hostage.

“Yeah, Nikki. Fucking beautiful,” I say, closing my eyes and kissing the inside of her knee. “Very much yeah.”

I lower her leg and press both palms on her knees, carefully reaching behind her legs until I have her secure enough to help her to the edge of the bed, which isn’t far. My feet find the floor and I lift her hips, pulling her gently by the legs until she’s trapped at the edge of her mattress, her legs under my control, her pussy mine to taste.

“Are we stopping?” I ask, hoping she says no. She shakes her head and I drop to my knees, spreading her legs wide, the thin silk band that covers her pussy hiding very little. She’s so swollen, so ready to be tasted.

That friend line? Fucking obliterated.

I hook my finger around the thin strip that hides nothing and allow my knuckle to press into her swollen pussy. Her knees close around me, and I chuckle.

“Ah ah ah, princess. Keep those legs open,” I command. She relaxes, and her legs spread more, giving me more.

“Fuck,” I mutter, licking my lips as I pull the center strip of her panties to the side. Leaning in, I first taste her with the tip of my tongue, taking languid strokes along her center and pausing to press my tongue against the most sensitive spot. Her hips buck, so I reach up with my hand and press down on her abdomen, lowering her and pinning her to the edge of the bed.

I torture her with slow glides of my tongue for several minutes, until she’s breathing as if she ran a marathon. I can feel the force of her pelvis working to push up against my hand. I sit up, my mouth leaving her only for a moment so I can tug her panties down her hips and over her ass. She lifts, then allows me to bring her legs over my shoulder to pull her panties away completely. She’s less shy now, and allows me to shift her legs back, spreading them wide so I can taste all of her.

I lap her up and she begins to moan, her hips circling while I suckle in her swollen pink center. My hand trails from her hip to her abdomen, my fingertips following the thin trail of hair that leads to her perfect pussy. Her skin is so soft. Her taste sweet, like a tonic of sugar and lavender.

When my hand sinks between her legs, I dip a finger inside of her, hooking it just enough to press where she can feel the most pleasure.

“Oh, my God, Alex!” She covers her face with her forearm and arches her back as I move my finger in and out of her.

“Do you like this, Nikki?”

“Uh huh,” she whines.

I add a second finger, moving them in and out as I continue to suck the top of her pussy, my hand covered in her wetness. I’m so hard, it’s difficult not to be selfish. I want to drive my dick inside of her right now, but also, more than anything, I want to see her come because of me. I want to see what her face looks like when I give her pleasure. I want to taste every last drop.

“Can I make you come, Nikki?” I slow my hand and she whimpers, nodding.

“Then I need to see your face.”

Her mouth opens, her bottom lip trembling as she lifts her head so her eyes meet mine.

“Look what I do to you,” I say, dropping my chin and licking her up.

“Uh huh,” she cries.

“Do you like it when my tongue tastes your pussy?” Words I’ve maybe fantasized about saying to her fall from my mouth with ease. I want to say so much more, but I’ll hold back for now.

“Yes, Alex. Very much,” she whimpers.

“Can you come on my tongue?” I flick her skin once, then lift my head to meet her eyes.

She nods, then brings her fist to her mouth, biting her knuckle. The way I have her nearly undone makes me smile. I suck her raw center into my mouth and punish it with my tongue while my fingers work in and out. Her hips buck, the rhythm growing faster, and I’m not sure who is driving the speed—me or her.

Her thighs start to close in on me and I know she’s close.

“Leave those open, baby. I want you to take it all,” I say, and she shakes, forcing her legs to splay.

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