Page 60 of Fake Dates and Home Plates
I get what he means about that too. The idea of someone putting him in harm’s way makes my gut stir in an ugly way. Shrugging, I tell him, “We can throw it away if you want.”
Walking over to the bed, I sit on the edge. He looks over at me, mischief stirring in his eyes.
“What’s that look for?” I ask as he grabs the bat and leans it against the bed.
He stands in front of me, caging me in with his arms and forcing me to lean back against the bed. His hazel irises are barely visible around his pupils. “It might be yours now, but I think we should make it ours.”
I have no idea what he’s planning. That look on his face could make me do anything, though, so when he tells me, “On your knees, baby girl,” I’m dropping from the bed and in front of him as quickly as possible.
Theo pulls his jeans and boxers down, standing before me. “Lick.”
His voice is demanding, and I want nothing more than to please him. Taking his length in one hand, I run my tongue over him. He’s huge, both long and thick.
And mine. All fucking mine.
“Good. Now, I want you to suck my cock while you rub your pussy all over the bat,” he says as he moves the bat under his length.
The metal is cool, even with the paint on it. I hope like hell whatever paint I used is non-toxic and doesn’t irritate me, because I’m rubbing up against it like my life depends on it.
“You can fuck my face,” I tell him with a smile before I swallow him until I’m choking.
His hands weave into my hair, holding me against him as he thrusts shallowly into my mouth. He starts gently, doing his best not to hurt me.
But we both like a little pain with our pleasure. So, holding the bat against my clit, I force myself down his length until my nose is pressed against the skin there.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans as he pulls me off of him by my hair. “You’re so desperate to swallow my cum that you’re forgetting what else you’re supposed to be doing.”
Little does he know, this is getting me off just as quickly as he is. I grind myself against the bat a little more obviously, putting on a show for him. He watches me with heat in his eyes as I keep going.
“That's it, make yourself come,” he tells me before grabbing my hair roughly and forcing himself back between my lips. “What a good slut, listening to instructions.”
That has me convulsing against the metal and moaning around him.
“Fuck, let me see, Henley. Show me how you soaked it.”
I look up at him with a smile in my eyes, pulling the bat from between us and showing him the evidence of my orgasm.
“Good girl. I’m going to paint your tongue with my cum. You want that?” he asks.
My head nods just slightly while my free hand gives him a thumbs up. He pumps his hips forward a couple more times before pulling out of my mouth. Removing one hand from my hair, he strokes himself, and I stick out my tongue.
Theo tightens the hand still on my head, making my scalp burn. He comes, and I wait until he backs away before I close my mouth.
I moan as I swallow, wiping the corners of my mouth before sucking my finger clean. Then, I open wide, showing him I took every drop.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Now, where are your towels? I want to make sure the paint gets cleaned off you before you get an infection.”
Looking down, I can see none of the paint got on me, but I let him clean me up anyway. Then, I brush my hair and change clothes so I don’t look freshly face-fucked before I show up at my parents’ house.
The last lyrics of a Taking Back Sunday song filter through the speakers of Theo’s Jeep as we pull up outside my childhood home. I can see his fingers drumming nervously against the steering wheel.
“Are you nervous?”
This isn’t the first time he's met my parents, but it is the first time it’ll be just the four of us. I want to reassure him it’ll be fine, because I know it will, but this is the first time I’ve had a boyfriend over for dinner.
He shrugs. “Maybe a little? I want them to like me.”
Reaching over, I run my hand through his hair. “They already like you. I’m not sure how to warn you about them, though. I’ve never brought a guy home, so I don’t know what the interrogation tactics will be.”
