Page 46 of The Shake Off

She didn’t need to ask twice, and the ‘good’ she’d awarded me earlier I was determined to upgrade to ‘excellent’. She was so wet I slid in two straight up to my palm, curling them around and pumping them inside her, while she kept up the rhythm of her fingers.

She reached out and grabbed my shoulder, squeezing it so hard I nearly yelped.

“You like that?”

“Oh fuck. Yes. God, Ace, don’t stop that.”

A freight train couldn’t have stopped me, and I increased the pressure, stroking against her until her breathing became short, sharp, bursts. I was so mesmerized with her fingers working over mine, that when she breathed out my name, my eyes shot up.

“Wh… what are you doing? Don’t stop,” she gasped.

“That noise… make it again.” I pushed a third finger inside her and twisted it up. “Say my nameagain. Say it, Payton.”

Her head fell back, and her fingers started moving faster than my hand could. “Oh fuuck. Ace. Ace. Fuck, I’m coming.”

My fingers suctioned inside her from every powerful contraction of her pussy. Over and over she came, even as her fingers slowed and her lungs filled with air. I’d never seen anything like it; I think my brain was about to combust. I don’t know what realm I’d been in that night we’d had sex, or how I thought she’d come if this is what she looked like when she really did.

I’d never been so close to my own orgasm while remaining untouched and fully clothed, but I was too desperate for a repeat show to think about my dick.

“Holy shit.” She caught her breath, easing back on the counter and leaving a silvery trail in her wake. “That was… good.”

“Oh, we’re not done.” My hands slid under her top and pulled it over her head. The tits I’d been dreaming about for two weeks bounced free, big and luscious. “I want to hear you make that noise again.”

She watched my thumb stroke over her nipple and roll it between my fingers. “Let’s see if I learned anything shall we? And don’t fucking lie to me this time.”

“Ace?”

I answered by pushing her back onto the counter, yanking down her panties and widening her thighs again.

If I was honest, I loved eating pussy, but I rarely did it. There was something too intimate about being that close to someone you’d only met an hour before. Yet right now, I was almost salivating at the thought of it.

She tasted exactly how I thought she would; sweet, salty, and faintly of the roses I kept smelling on her as my tongue flattened over her sensitive clit.

I peered up to find her watching every move I made, her eyes glimmering and her jaw slack. With the tip of my tongue, I flicked against her hard little nub and she groaned deeply.

“You like that?”

She managed a nod.

“Tell me how you like it. Hard, like this?” I dipped down and took one long lap, and halle- fuckin -lujah, heardthatnoise again. “Or soft, like this?”

“Both,” she breathed out. “I want both. Your stubble… fuck…”

I resumed my position between her legs. Her nails scraped along my scalp, fisting my hair, as I rubbed my face all over her pussy, grazing my stubble over the most delicate parts of her. I learned that when my tongue speared inside her, her grip tightened, and when I ran my tongue along the outside of her lips, her thighs trembled. But it was when I suctioned onto her clit and flicked gently that her entire body shook like she was the epicenter of an earthquake.

Maybe we both were.

Yanking my head away so hard I was convinced she’d left a bald patch, I stood to find a sheen of sweat covering her entire body. A smirk crept up my lips until it was a full-blown grin.

I’d been nominated for the Cy Young Award. I’d won several Pitcher of the Years though college, and Rookie of the Year during my first season in the majors, but seeing Payton spread on the counter in front of me, a dripping, panting mess, I really felt like I’d achieved something… and I don’t think my dick had ever been this hard.

“Holy shit,” she rasped, “how did I not get you to do this before?”

I wiped my hand across my mouth. “I don’t do it often.”

“Why?”

I tore my eyes away from her chest heaving and the single droplet of sweat rolling between her tits. “I never know where my mouth’s going.”

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