Page 104 of Fielder's Choice

Lane squeezes my ass now and groans. “God, I’m fucking addicted to you, baby.”

“Lane,” I state, doing everything to avoid letting my nerves take over. “I got to see all of you tonight. Do you, um… want to see more of me?”

Heat flashes through his eyes, but he douses the fire and doesn’t let it control his words. “I want to see whatever you’re comfortable showing me, Liv. You don’t have to show me anything just because you saw me.”

“I want to,” I assure him. Before I lose the bit of confidence I’ve mustered, I grab my sweatshirt by the hem and pull it over my head, leaving me in the black tank I have on underneath.

This time, Lane lets his desire take over. “Can I help with the rest?”

I nod. “Yes.”

He starts by kissing me again, stroking his tongue against mine while his hands trail under the hem of my tank and rest over my stomach. When we part, he pushes the tank up, bunching it just under my chest before tearing it over my head and leaving me in only my bra. Lane bites his lip when he looks at my chest before quickly reaching behind my back so he can free me of the lace.

He shoots me one last questioning look before he does, and when I nod, he unhooks the garment, and I let it fall down my arms.

No man has ever seen this part of me, not even Jake. I love having Lane as the only one to do so.

With my breasts now free, he slowly teases his thumbs over my nipples before kissing me again.“Fuck,Olive. God, you’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

“You make me feel beautiful,” I admit, resting my forehead against his.

Lane cups his hands over my breasts now, and I let out a contented sigh. “Perfect tits, baby. You have no idea how badly I want them in my mouth.”

I moan as he squeezes. “I want that. I want to know what that feels like.”

“Fuck yes…”

He immediately leans down, tongue lapping over my nipple, and I cry out. “Lane!”

He repeats the action on the other side before drawing his lips back to mine. “You like that, Livvy?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes.”

Lane smirks at me in satisfaction. “You’re not nearly as innocent as you think you are, huh? I think Olive Finch likes to get a little bit dirty.”

“Only with you.”

“Only with me,” he growls, and my panties are growing damp. He teases a hand along the waistband of my leggings before slipping a finger under the hem. “How dirty do you want to get tonight, baby? Want me to finally take care of that needy pussy again?”

“Please,” I sigh.

“You’re such a good fucking girl, Olive.” Lane hungrily presses his mouth to mine, owning me with every swipe of his tongue, as he slips his hand into my leggings and rests it between my legs. “Mmm… you’re dripping wet already. Did it turn you on when you wrapped your hand around my cock?”

“Yes,” I reply, and I’m rewarded with Lane slipping my panties to the side and sliding his middle finger inside me. “Oh fuck…”

“I love how responsive you are for me,” he rasps against my ear, nibbling on my earlobe.

Lane presses his ring finger inside now, and I throw my head back and moan. “And I love how your fingers feel inside me.”

He thrusts his fingers faster. “You’re gaining so much confidence, Liv. It’s so sexy when you tell me how you’re feeling, what you want.”

“I want you to make me come,” I say, surprising even myself with how blunt the statement is.

“Fuck, I will never tell you no.”

He swipes his tongue at my mouth, and I part for him, letting him inside as his thumb grazes over my clit. He swallows my moan and hooks his fingers inside me, causing me to cry out. “Yes, Lane! That feels so good.”

“Imagine now that this isn’t my fingers,” he drawls. “Just like that phone call.”

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