Page 46 of Passed Ball

She releases her fingers with a wet plop, saliva gleaming in the dim light of the lamp. And does as I say, her mouth falling open on a silent exhale. All I can do is watch for a minute as she gets more comfortable finding what feels good.

"That's it, now tell me what you need."

"I need more . . . It's so good--too good. Having you talk me through it . . . I can feel it right there." The words fade a bit when she throws her head back and presses the back of her free hand to her cheek. "God, I'm overheated. I should have done this days ago."

Fuck if I'd have known, I'd have called her the day after we made our deal. "I wish you would have called. Next time, let me help you. Don't put it off this long. But it's okay, Vi, we're just going to have to take our time and make sure you get what you need."

"Take my time? Why on earth would I do that? I'm already so damn close." White blooms across her plump bottom lip where her teeth drag across it.

"I can think of a few reasons. If you go slow I can learn what works for you." I'll learn by exploring on my own too, but this will help her learn to speak up. "Plus, drawing it out a little is only going to make you come that much harder and I want you shaking when you finally let go."

She huffs out a frustrated breath. "I know how to edge myself, Xavier."

"That's right, you're a pro at this." I laugh.

Her eyes narrow. "I can hang up this phone and do this without you."

"But you don't want to. Keep your touches light and tell me what gets you there."

"Circles work best." Her breath catches in her throat. "I usually can't finish without them."

"That's it, sweetheart, keep talking."

She's being so honest and open, pride swells in my chest because she's trusting me with her intimate secrets.

"What about your nipples? Do you like having your breasts played with? Because they're fucking perfect and I'm dying to get my mouth on them."

Her unfocused gaze finds me and there's sadness there that breaks my heart. "I've always been self-conscious about their size."

Anger burns through me on her behalf, knowing at some point, someone made her feel that way. "I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Ever. But there is nothing about you that doesn't do it for me. Head to toe, every fucking curve is a masterpiece." I pan my phone down letting her see my erection straining against my gray sweatpants and dark stain where it's already leaking.

When I lift the phone back to my face, she's blinking back awe. "Has anyone ever told you that you're unfairly hot?"

"Never anyone that mattered."

"I don't believe that for a second." Her laugh is warm and content, mirroring the lazy smile she wears.

"It's true. I don't let many people get that close." Except for Kristy. She wore me down, always hanging around and fawning over me. Looking back, it probably should have been a red flag--it was toxic as hell.

Something flashes in her features, sadness or pity, and I don't like it--not when I'm supposed to be focused on her. And not when it skims topics that are too serious for what we're doing.

This agreement with Vivi is perfect because I get someone good like Vivi in my life without the risk of getting hurt again, or losing focus on my priorities. Which are giving Holland a better life than I had, and baseball. It's a reminder I need right now because losing track of why we are doing this would be so easy. But as long as Vivi is on the same page, we both get what we need and no one gets hurt.

"Ready for more?" I ask, refocused on the moment.

"Please." It's a broken plea, falling off her parted lips.

"I bet you're soaked for me. Slip a finger inside and test that cunt for me." Her pupils flare, like she didn't expect that from me, and damn, I like taking her by surprise.

She surprises me in return when she asks, "Is that what I'm doing? Keeping this pussy warm for you until you get back?"

"Fuck yes," I grit out as I give my cock a squeeze. "Fuck, Vivi, you might not have known where to start but you sure as hell aren't having a hard time keeping up. That mouth is going to kill me."

"Just trying to keep up. Now, tell me I can have a second finger."

"Nice and slow--" The cutest little annoyed growl cuts me off.

"Xavier," she huffs out.

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