Page 86 of The Third Baseman

He reached over his head; his shirt landed on mine, and he fell to his knees. His lips grazed along my stomach. “I want to see you, all of you. Properly.”

His fingers gripped the elastic of my shorts, and his eyes found mine again; this time searching for permission. Sucking my lip between my teeth, I nodded.

I’d never been naked in front of him. Not totally naked. We’d never been naked together. Up to this very second, Jupiter had always made sure there was a strip of clothing between us in case we were caught.

But there was no catching us now.

We were all alone.

For the first time ever, the flush across my body wasn’t from embarrassment or awkwardness. It was from him, from the flame of his gaze. Sexy wasn’t a word I’d have ever used to describe myself, but that’s exactly how he was making me feel right now, especially with his hands cupping my ass.

“You’re perfect, Marn.”

His lips found my belly, and he laid a path of soft, wet kisses across my hips, which had me squirming in seconds. It was a good job his grip was firm, because the second his tongue found a home between my legs, they gave way; the sensation a thousand times more intense than it had ever been.

“Oh, God,” I panted as my hands clutched tightly on the deep, rich brown strands of his hair, as he licked me slowly, “Jupiter…”

He carefully removed himself from my vice grip and stood with a chuckle, wiping his mouth, “Careful, Star.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off his shorts, and the very obvious tenting.

The first time I’d touched his dick, I’d tried not to be intimidated. I’d wrapped my fist around most of it while he guided me on how to jerk him off. The second and third time, it had been better.

But now it was all coming back, especially as his shorts had found themselves on the growing pile of discarded clothes, my thighs almost clamped shut.

How was I going to fit him?

I’d seen him with his shirt off; I’d stroked over the definitions of his muscles, but I definitely hadn’t been looking properly. I swear I’d seen lesser mortals in my books on Greek Gods. Though I guess Jupiter was a God, a Roman God. The Roman King of Gods, of sky and of thunder… and he looked every single inch of it.

I glanced up at his inhale; at his pink tongue running along his bottom lip.

“No one’s ever looked at me the way you look at me,” he grinned. “Do you think it’s possible to be addicted to a person? Because I think I’m addicted to you.”

Yes, I did, because I knew I was addicted to him.

He held his hand out for me. “Lay down, Marn.”

I placed my head on one of the cushions, and he moved beside me, positioning himself like we had sat earlier with my legs over his. Except this time, I was totally exposed, totally open as he gently spread my thighs. He propped himself up on his elbow, and behind him I could see the stars appearing in the sky, like they’d come to watch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He dipped down to kiss me, lingering and slow, just like before. “Promise you’ll tell me if you want to stop at any time?”

I nodded, but there was a greater chance of Hell freezing than of me stopping this. I’d become a dripping, quaking mess, and we hadn’t even started yet. Every time I felt his dick nudge me, leaving his pre-cum on my thigh, it set of another surge of violent shuddering.

His hands were everywhere, gently stroking my belly or slipping between my legs while his mouth was shifting between mine and a nipple, like he couldn’t go too long without tasting me. I couldn’t concentrate; I didn’t know where to focus.

Icouldn’tfocus.

Every sensation intensified the heat coiling inside me a thousand times over, until I was a desperate, panting mess.

My legs had fallen wide open; his thumb was slowly pushing in and out, playing with me, toying, teasing. I knew there was a puddle underneath me; there’s no way there wasn’t. By the time he reached behind himself to pull out a foil packet, I was wound so tight he’d barely have to move for me to explode.

His mouth found mine again like it had been missing his whole life, and he shifted, nestling against my scalding skin until I felt him, hard and throbbing against my entrance.

Maybe I was the one throbbing.

He hovered over me, his hands either side of my face. There was steam coming off the heat of our bodies; so close, so hot.

“Marn, look at me.” There was so much emotion in his eyes it was impossible not to look away. “Marnie, look at me.”

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