Page 58 of The Best Friend and the Shortstop

“I love how wet you get for me,” he says, lifting up to his knees again.

I bring my knees up and lift my hips, hoping . . . wanting. Begging.

Alex grips his cock and slides the tip up and down the length of my pussy, teasing me and almost entering me several times until, finally, he pulls my legs up with his arms and pushes in.

“Ahhh!” I gasp.

“Fuck, do I love this view,” he says, sliding out slowly.

“What view?” I ask, wanting to hear the filthy words fall from his lips.

He pushes in again, harder. Deeper.

“My cock in your pussy,” he says, pulling out completely. He teases me more with his finger, then shoves in again with his penis. I push my hips up to meet him.

“I love your cock in my pussy, too,” I say, urging him to move more.

I grip the bedding at my sides and lift my chin, meeting his eyes as his hips thrust back and forth. His hands hold my legs as he pumps into me faster and we chase our release. I feel mine building and I buck my hips, wanting him to drive in deeper.

The sound of skin on skin fills the room as his body smacks against mine, his cock hitting me so deep and hard that I lose my breath when the first wave hits. My body quakes from the way he punishes my pussy, relentless and hungry. As I peak, he drops my legs and shifts me so he can cage me between his arms and thrust into me with more force, filling me with his hot cum then collapsing on top of me from sheer, wonderful exhaustion.

I run my fingertips along his sticky back, his skin slick with sweat. I kiss his shoulder and taste the salt. He lifts his head and brushes my hair from my face, then sucks in my upper lip.

“I love that fucking lip too, by the way,” he says.

I suck it in and he instantly pulls it out.

“No. Never hide that. That lip is the reason I fell in love with you.”

My eyes pull in.

“My . . . lip? All of this”—I run my hand along my side from hip to ear—“and you like the lip.”

He presses a soft kiss to it again and shakes his head.

“No, Nikki. I love the lip. And I love you.”

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I didn’t want Nikki to have to wake up at the crack of dawn again to get back to her dorm room in time, so after I made sure she knew exactly how many parts of her I loved, and there were so many, we both showered then packed me a bag to stay with her.

I’ve been watching her get ready for bed, the meticulous way she brushes her hair, cleans her face, and puts on those fucking sexy little shorts. She also spent some time flipping through papers I recognized on her desk, and now she’s crawling into bed to rest on her side while she lets the ear drops do their thing for five minutes.

Please talk to me about it. Please.

“Does it tickle?” I ask as she dabs in a few droplets.

“A little.” She giggles.

I take the bottle from her and recap it as she nestles into the pillow. I set the drops on the edge of her desk and sink in next to her so I can run my fingers through her hair. I think this might be the cure to my anxieties. I could do this every night and feel sane. Something about the silkiness of her hair, the way it slips through my fingers, is soothing. It helps that her eyelids usually get heavy, too, and then I get to watch her sleep.

“Can we talk about something?” she starts.

My chest tightens, but not in a nervous way. Maybe a little tepid, but mostly hopeful.

“Of course,” I say, kissing the tip of her nose.

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