Page 32 of Wild Pitch

I expect him to let go of my jaw, but instead he drops to his knees, pushing his tongue into my mouth that’s still full of his spit and cum. He kisses me wildly, wrapping his arms around my waist and taking me to the floor before lying between my parted legs. His still semi-hard cock rubs along my swollen clit, and I climb toward my own climax, pushing my hips up toward him. I whine into the kiss, and as if he knows what I need, he pulls away, lowering down my body. He stops to lick my tits, gathering the remnants of his release while looking up at me with his pupils blown completely wide.

He ghosts his lips past my belly button and down my slit before entering me with his tongue. Just the thought of him pushing his cum into me this way has me wound ripcord tight, ready to explode all over his face. “We taste fucking incredible, baby,” he rasps. “Come for me and I’ll show you.”

I moan loudly, focusing on the pleasure as he tugs on my piercing with his teeth before latching onto my aching clit. I reach down, fisting his hair and bucking off the floor as he feasts like a starving animal. Between the sights, sounds, and feeling of him devouring me, I’m on sensory overload, not sure whether I want to pull him closer or push him away. But I don’t get time to decide, as my vision goes white and my orgasm erupts, making every muscle in my body spasm violently. I feel like I’m floatingaway, but Riggs has a hand pressed to my abdomen, holding me in place as I slowly return to earth.

“What a beautiful mess you made, Mayhem,” he says. “I’ve never seen anything prettier than you when you come.” He gently pushes his tongue back inside my overstimulated pussy, and although I involuntarily whimper at the sensation, it still feels so good. I look down, watching his eyes roll back, triggering an aftershock that I know he can feel.

He pulls back, crawling up my body and dropping his mouth to mine. He was right. We taste amazing. Everything about this moment is perfect, and I know he feels the same shift happening between us as our lips move against one another in the most passionate kiss we’ve ever shared. It makes the things I’ve felt for him in the past pale in comparison to the rioting emotions that are raging inside me right now.

Being here with him like this makes me wish I could go back to Boston and redo everything. I still don’t think I was in the right place for a new relationship, but the way I went about leaving wasn’t right, and I robbed us both of a chance to see where this thing could go. If I had just been honest with him, I’m sure he would’ve been patient with me. But instead, I lied and omitted.

I still am.

I know I should tell Riggs why I am the way I am. That I was controlled and dismissed all my life, and that I moved to Hope Harbor to escape that. That way, he’d understand why I’ve pushed him away and fought everything so hard. Even though I said it out of spite for those bitchy women at the first charity event, I wasn’t lying.He’s the kindest, most selfless man I’ve ever met, and he deserves the world.

He moves back down to my neck, kissing and licking at my sensitive skin while he mumbles praises against it. “You’re fucking perfection, Monroe. Thank you for letting me be who I am with you. I’ve never let go like this with anyone else,” he says quietly, making my heart crack in my chest at the confession. The fact that I have this part of him that nobody else has seen makes me feel grateful in a way I refuse to unpack right now. Because I know if I did, I’d have to face the reality that my feelings and apprehensions about why I’ve been so against relationships are making less sense with every minute I spend here.

I inhale deeply, breathing out an exhausted sigh as he backs away and stands, scooping me up into his arms and carrying me to the bed. My head is telling me I should be smart and stop this before I get more attached, but my heart is winning the war tonight.

I know I’ll have to deal with the conflicting emotions I’ve been feeling sooner or later, but for now, I just want to pretend this is our real life.

TWENTY-TWO

RIGGS

I drift awake,refusing to open my eyes because I want to stay in this exact place forever. The warmth of Monroe’s small body is like a weighted blanket draped over my chest, and I can feel her soft breaths as they puff against my skin. I smile like an idiot because I’ve never woken up feeling so complete in my whole life.

After what was easily the hottest oral sex I’ve ever gotten—or given—I took my time kissing and praising her before I carried her to the bed and did it some more, only stopping once I knew she had succumbed to exhaustion and fallen asleep. I followed shortly after, resting peacefully with my arms protectively wrapped around her.

I’ve never fully given in to these instincts before, and now that I have, I don’t think I can ever go back to hiding myself. I was a goner for Monroe the moment I met her. I’ve finally admitted that to myself. But now that I have a full understanding of how perfect she is for me, I need to figure out a way to break down her walls. To find out what I can do to convince her to give us areal shot. I’m done pretending I’m not really falling for her.

She stirs, groaning quietly as if she’s fighting the fact that her body is waking up. I laugh to myself at how cute she is before rolling her to her back and pressing my lips to her warm cheek. She groans again, but it’s less convincing this time as I slide my body on top of hers and kiss her gently.

“Good morning, sweet thing,” I say against her mouth, settling myself between her spread legs. My dick hardens as the warm metal of her piercing teases it, and I grind down, letting it stimulate us both. She moans in response. “Fuck, I love that little barbell,” I breathe, continuing to move lazily against it. “It’s like a gift for us both.”

“Mhmm,” she whimpers, clearly enjoying the sensation.

“What made you decide to get it?” I ask. It’s not exactly a common piercing, and I was intrigued from the moment I first felt it slide along my fingertips the day she let me ease her cramps. I’ve been wondering why she’s made so many modifications to her body in the last two years. Don’t get me wrong; I love them all, but I’m dying for the stories behind them.

She opens her eyes and gives me a sleepy smile. “I thought it would make sex feel better.” She pauses, thinking for a few seconds before exhaling a flustered sigh. “I shouldn’t even tell you the rest.”

That gets my attention.

I stop moving my hips, raising a curious brow in hopes that she’ll continue. She huffs, annoyed, before rolling her eyes playfully. “I only slept with one person before you. It wasn’t great, and he never cared if it was good for me. Ibarely ever got to orgasm, and even when I did, it was so weak that it fizzled out before I really even got a chance to enjoy it.”

I grit my teeth, unsure of whether it’s because I hate the thought of her with anyone but me, or because he didn’t fuck her properly. Had I known this in Boston, I wouldn’t have given in to my instincts the way I did. I’d have been more careful.

She continues. “After you, I tried being with other guys, and it was better than before, but something was still missing. I thought I was broken, so I did some research on ways to boost sensation, and this was one of them. I had already done my nipples, so I figured why not?”

I shoot her a cocky smirk, and her brows pull in. “What?” she asks.

“What I’m hearing is that I’m the best you’ve ever had,” I reply. She smiles a little, but it falls quickly as she breaks eye contact. I can tell something is still bothering her, and I feel like a dick for my dumb response.

“Hey,” I say, using two fingers to turn her chin back so she’s looking at me again. “What’s wrong?”

“I still feel broken,” she whispers. “I don’t enjoy vanilla sex the way I should. Am I really never going to be able to come hard without being bitten and clawed at?” She looks crushed, and it gives me a desperate need to prove her wrong.

“Listen to me,” I say firmly. She trains her sad eyes on mine, and I resume thrusting my hips against her, earning a small sigh. “You’re not broken. Even if that were the case, and youdidrequire those things during sex, that’s okay. It’s the guy’s responsibility to do whatever it takes tomake sure you’re getting what you need. If he can’t, he doesn’t deserve you. Right?”

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