Page 112 of The Third Baseman

“You deserve it. You deserve everything, and I want to be the one giving it to you.”

“Thank you.” Her hand cupped my cheek, while her eyes roamed around my face. The tears were making it hard to read the expression behind them, because the harder I looked, the more I wasn’t altogether convinced I’d done something good.

“Whaddya say? Think it’s too early to christen this place?”

She looked down to the semi-dried mud we were standing in and then back up at me with a tiny grimace. “Isn’t it too muddy?”

“Maybe, my little Star, maybe,” I said, an idea forming. “But I think we could make it work, somehow.”

She squealed as I scooped her up and carried her over to the car. Everything else was forgotten the second her lips joined with mine – where they stayed until long past sundown.

16

MARNIE

Fourteen years ago - April

“Ahhh… gahd, Jupe, please… Jupiter.” My head fell back on his pillow with a throaty moan.

Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, ready to explode;desperateto explode. But I wasn’t allowed to, as for the past thirty minutes I’d been kept on a slow and steady simmer. I was struggling to breathe, struggling to do anything except concentrate on what his tongue was doing to me – or not doing.

I definitely wasn’t concentrating on the question he’d asked me.

“What’s the answer, Marn? Two more answers, then I’ll let you come.” Another long drag of his tongue reminded me of exactly what he was doing.

It was the worst kind of torture.

“He-proposed-that-comets-with-very-long-periods-originate-from-a-cloud-of-small-bodies-orbiting-the-sun-at-a-distance-of-one-light-year,” I blurted as quickly as I could. Anything to stop this sexual torture.

I could hear him checking if I was right.

“Good girl. You’re gonna ace this, Marn! Okay… last one… shit, I don’t even understand half these words, let alone the entire sentence. What is the MHD approximation?”

His fingers slowly pumped inside me. They hadn’t once picked up the pace, no matter how much I’d begged for it. I scoured the recesses of my brain for the answer; I know I’d been reading about it earlier in the week.

“A reduction of the equations of fluid mechanics coupled with Maxwell’s equations.”

“Correct. Now you earned your prize.” He said no more, but his tongue got to work.

Long, thick strokes, each one applying more pressure, the pressure I’d been craving, that I needed. His fingers were still pumping inside me, each pass rubbing againstthatspot; the one that made me see stars.

My thighs were heavy, my breathing labored, and every sensation was magnified a thousand times by my hyper-sensitive skin. He’d been building a dam, and all I wanted to do was crash through it until there was nothing but rubble.

I was vaguely aware of his head lifting, his tongue switching out for his thumb, but I didn’t get time to register properly as my orgasm was finally,finallywrenched from me as viciously as if I’d been ripped apart.

If I thought I’d have a second of reprieve, some time to suck fresh oxygen into my lungs, I was mistaken.

“Fuck, you’re stunning when you come.” Jupiter scooped me up like a rag doll. “Straddle me in case you’re too sensitive. I want your tits bouncing in my face.”

I was so wet that I took him easily, but the sensation of his thick cock stretching me out when I’d barely arrived back on earth was almost too much. Even a month of having sex as often as we could was still not enough to get me used to that initial sting of him inside me. I was still fluttering as he began pumping into me, gripping my hips so tightly that if I looked down, I knew there’d be little white patches under his fingertips where he’d stopped my blood flowing.

His hand smoothed along my chest until his whole palm cupped my breast and his lips found their way to my nipple. When his eyes finally held mine, his pupils were so blown I could barely see the blue iris surrounding them.

“I can’t get enough of this. I can’t get enough of you,” he gritted out, his voice like gravel over my skin. “Marn, fuck, I’m gonna come, watching you… look at you taking my cock. It’s too much for me to last long.”

My fingers scratched through the sweat-dampened tendrils of hair at the base of his neck, and I began rocking in his lap in the exact way he loved me to do. “I want it, Jupe. Let me feel it.”

His mouth hit mine with precision accuracy, hard and bruising, just as his hips thrust wild and frenzied into me. A deep, animalistic rumble charged up his throat, becoming trapped against my lips as he erupted inside me.

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