Page 31 of The Best Friend and the Shortstop

Pressing my thumb down on the top of her pussy, I let my tongue push in and out of her until I feel her lower body begin to tremble.

“Oh, Alex!” She’s not quiet at all, and I love it.

“That’s it,” I praise, feeling her start to convulse. Her pussy flexes around my tongue then squeezes, and I lick every drop that escapes her, consuming her.

When her hands fall to her sides and her legs go slack, I feel satisfied that I’ve drained every last wave of pleasure from her core. I sit back on my heels and breathe her in, reaching into my sweatpants and fisting my cock for relief.

Nikki lifts herself up on her elbows, her eyes dipping to the edge of the mattress. She bites her lower lip.

“It’s only fair,” she says.

“Oh, thank God,” I say, getting to my feet and working my sweats down my legs at record speed.

Nikki scoots to the end of the bed, sitting up and wrapping her hand around mine where I’m holding myself.

“Let me get this,” she says, a devilish flirtation to her tone.

I relent and let go, my hands moving to caress her face, to slide the loose hairs from her eyes and mouth, to gather her hair in one hand, vowing to let her lead.

Her eyes flutter up to me just as she sticks out her tongue and rests the tip of my dick on it. I’m in fucking trouble.

With the slightest grin on her lips, she closes them around my shaft and slowly takes me in, inch by inch, her eyes never leaving mine. I pull her hair tighter, relaxing when I expect her to wince. She moans instead, so I give her head a little push as her mouth slides down my cock again.

I’m not a giant, but I’m definitely not small. And I don’t want to hurt her. But also, the idea of watching her swallow my cum has me on the very edge, so whatever pain this may cause will be brief. I move my hips slowly at first, fucking her mouth. She braces herself with her hands on my hips, never once resisting. I push in deeper, and when I pull out, she sucks my tip, which pushes me over the edge.

“Oh, fuck, Nik. I’m going to come,” I warn her. She wraps her hand around my base and slides her mouth around my cock, the sound of her lips smacking, her throat being pushed to the limit, the tiny whimper that leaves her body every time she takes me.

I’m no use against these forces, and I fill her mouth with my cum, pumping until I’m sure she’s taken it all. My head falls back and I exhale, my body covered in a sheen of sweat. How is she so perfect still? I instantly consider spoiling her next time.

Next time.

There will be a next time.

I help her wipe her chin, then coax her back in bed so she’s lying flat and caged beneath me. I press a kiss to her forehead, then stop to look into her eyes. I can’t pull myself away, and I know it’s getting awkward the longer I stare into her without words, but I can’t believe what I’ve been missing.

“For the record,” I say, dropping a soft kiss to her lips. “Not weird at all.”

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What was not weird in the heat of the moment is very much weird in the light of day.

I feel Alex get up from the bed. I could pretend to be asleep and miss all of this awkwardness, but we’re going to have to go through it at some point. And last night, our connection, the heat, the way he wanted me the way I’ve always wanted him—I can’t pretend that wasn’t real.

“Hey,” I say, my morning voice still a bit ragged.

Alex straightens his back and pulls up his sweatpants before glancing over his shoulder. His smile seems delayed. He swallows hard.

“Hi. I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says in a hushed tone. He leans over the bed, lifts my head and presses a kiss to the top, in the middle of my messy nest of hair. It’s chaste. Friendly.

“It’s okay. I have to work on a project in the sound lab before your game, so I need to be up too.” I slip from my covers. Alex turns back around, apparently to give me privacy.

My turn to swallow hard. I guess we’re not so bold during the day. I snag my T-shirt from the floor and slip it over my head, then work my fingers through my hair.

“I was thinking I should get in early, take extra rounds in the cages. You know, impress Coach?” His eye contact with me is minimal, and it makes my chest burn.

“Oh, yeah. That’s . . . yeah. Good idea.” I turn to find something to busy myself with on my dresser. I settle on my hair band and tilt my head to one side as I gather up my hair to tie it atop my head. Alex is completely dressed, wallet and keys in hand, by the time I face him again.

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