Page 83 of Playboy Pitcher
He’s on me before I can move, backing me against the counter, his body pressed so close I can smell the vanilla on his skin. “That you don’t want me. That you hide behind that smart mouth of yours because what you really feel scares the shit out of you.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Then tell me what you’re hiding.”
“I will, just not—”
“Not right now…” he says with a smirk. “That’s a bullshit excuse. You’re using it to keep me at arm’s length because it’s all you have left.” Bracing a hand on both sides of my hips, he grips the counter and cages me in. “You think I wanted this?” Motioning to the small space between us, he presses closer, the hard outline of his cock drawing an unintentional moan from my throat. “One night. No strings, right? Well, I can’t play by those rules anymore, and despite what this says…” Lifting one hand, he cups my cheek and drags his thumb across my lips. “You can’t either.”
“Ben, I—”
He presses his thumb harder against my lips. “If you could, you wouldn’t be here right now. I’m done pretending, Willow. I want the world to know you’re mine. Hell, most of it already suspects it anyway.” He moves his thumb just as his other hand rises and cups my other cheek. “I’m a jealous man who damn sure isn’t going to let another one near his wife.”
Wife.
There’s that word again. He keeps throwing it around like it means something. Like it isn’t just letters on a piece of paper. “Ben, our marriage may be legal, but it isn’t real.”
“Maybe it isn’t real, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t.” I moan as he smashes his lips against mine, devouring my mouth in a devastating kiss.
It’s so easy to get lost in this…in him. It would be so easy to stand by his side and on his arm.
Breaking the kiss, I drag in gulps of air. “The team doesn’t know what we’re doing. If anyone found out before Spring Training is over…” I shake my head, my emotions spread across a field of landmines. “I’m just starting to love baseball again. Please don’t take that away from me.”
“The only thing I want to take, Puddles,” he says hotly, lifting me onto the counter, “is you.”
I can’t think to protest. I can’t think at all. Ben already has my dress pushed up around my waist and my panties off before I can take a breath. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back in anticipation, and then…nothing.
“Ben?” I call out, but the moment I start to open my eyes, something heavy clatters beside me, and his deep voice commands from above.
“Uh-uh, Puddles. Keep those eyes closed. You were so desperate for a taste before that you forgot one very important rule.”
“What’s that?” I pant.
“The cook always goes first.”
I barely have time to process his words before Ben pushes my legs apart. It’s all I can do to keep my head back and my eyes closed, but I grit my teeth as I feel his hot breath on my inner thigh.
Oh God, is he…?
“Fuck!” I cry out, my back arching as his tongue dips inside me, then licks a tortuous path all the way up my slit to my clit. My mind spins in so many circles I don’t know whether to grab his hair and grind against him or pull away in fear of what’s coming.
“I don’t think anything tastes as sweet as you,” he hums. “But let’s test that theory.” I bite my lip, panting as I hear him moving. “Which one will win? Only one way to find out…” His hands are on me again, and I moan as his index and middle fingers spread me open.
I’m greedy for his mouth. Ready for it. Wet for it.
So, I’m not prepared when another finger coats every inch of my pussy in something cold, wet, and gooey.
“Ben!” I squeal, nearly jackknifing off the counter. “What the hell is…?” My eyes roll back in my head as he attacks, voraciously licking whatever it is off with the hunger of a starving man. “Oh God… Ben!”
He’s relentless in his assault. Hot ribbons of pleasure tie me into so many knots, I’m not sure I’ll ever be free. His tongue is a brutal extension of his cock, hard as steel and merciless. Unable to take it anymore, I lift my head to look down at the wicked things he’s doing to me. At the same moment, Ben glances up out of the corner of his eye and pinches my ass while gently biting my clit. The combination sets off an explosion of fireworks that nearly blinds me.
Screaming his name so loudly my voice breaks, I grab the back of his head with both hands and hold him against me as I ride out my orgasm. However, instead of ending, Ben uses my tactic against me and sucks my clit between his lips…hard.
And I come again…hard.
When I finally stop shaking, Ben rises from between my legs, licking his lips, a smug grin on his face. “No contest. You’re sweeter.”
“What the hell was that?” I pant, but he doesn’t answer. Positioning himself between my legs, he slams his mouth onto mine, kissing me with the ferocity of a man who knows his worth. I can taste myself on his tongue along with something cloyingly sweet. Breaking the kiss, I lean back and narrow my eyes. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
