Page 32 of Stepping Up to the Plate

“You said something else that made me jealous, doll.”

“What was that?” I ask breathily as his thumb grazes my inner thigh. His touch is so close to the edge of my panties that my mind is clouded with need.

“You said you’ve never felt that good while sweating. I’m a pretty competitive guy. It’s hard not to take that as a challenge.”

“A challenge?”

“Yup,” he replies as his thumb finds my center over my shorts and swipes softly. “I think maybe it’s time I demonstrate how good of a workout I can give you.”

Next thing I know, my legs are wrapped around his waist and he’s carrying me to the couch and laying me down. Leaning over me, he puts his hand on my waistband and flits his gaze to mine for permission to take them off. Whatever expression I give him is enough for him to slowly peel them down my legs.

With my shorts gone, his breath ghosts up my thighs, skipping over my mound. He kisses and nibbles his way up my stomach, lifting my shirt as he goes. Eventually, he makes it to my breasts and sucks my cleavage enough that I know there will be a mark tomorrow. My nipples pebble underneath the thin material of my bralette – something that doesn’t go unnoticed. With a wicked gleam in his eye, he sucks one nipple into his mouth through the fabric and flicks the other with the hand not tracing up and down my torso.

“Brady,” I moan.

“Fuck, baby. I love hearing you say my name,” he growls before ripping my shirt over my head. With little effort, he pulls my bra off, too. I’m splayed on the couch in only my panties, panting from his ministrations. “This sight is familiar,” he teases.

“Almost,” I say, tugging on his shirt. He chuckles as he reaches a hand behind his head and pulls off the grey t-shirt that had been covering his ripped torso all night. I reach out and run my fingers down his chest and abs, only for him to groan and flex his muscles beneath them. His skin is hot and hard beneath my fingertips.

“If your hands get to explore, so do mine,” he remarks before taking my lips into a searing kiss. It’s nothing close to the kisses we’ve shared over the past couple of weeks. Those have been sweet and playful. This kiss is passionate and a little frantic, but still controlled. I wonder what I’d have to do for him to lose control.

He uses his nose to nudge my head back, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue sweeps against mine, the taste of citrus and whiskey from our meal mix with one that is uniquely him. His hands return to my nipples now free of their cotton prison, and he rolls them between his thumb and finger.

“God, I’ve been dreaming about these nipples. I didn’t get the chance to play with them the first time.”

“Miller,” I moan again. “More.”

“Brady, baby. You call me Brady.” His mouth begins to suck on my neck as his hand snakes between my legs. The other hand spreads me wide beneath him. He rubs a few circles on the outside of my panties before slipping below them. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I can’t find it in myself to feel anything but need.

“You want more? I can give you more. Shit, you’re soaked. You turned on by me touching your body, Lola?”

I squirm beneath him before a soft swat hits my thigh. “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes. I’m wet for you.”

“Mmm, good girl. Let’s find out how wet you really are.” His lips slide down to one of my nipples and he flicks it with his tongue while rubbing up and down my slit, exploring my arousal. With little preamble, he sucks my nipple into his mouth as one finger slips inside me. I gasp at the intrusion, which only spurs him to add another.

Brady groans as he thrusts his fingers inside of me. “So fucking tight,” he murmurs. His fingers hit something inside me that cause me to make a guttural noise that I’m not fully convinced came from me.

“You feel this spot, baby?” he asks as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, curling them to brush against my inner wall again.

“Yes,” I breathe. Because I do feel it. And it feels fucking amazing.

“This is the spot I’m gonna hit over and over when I finally take you. This is the spot I’m going to rub with my cock again and again as you moan and writhe underneath me. I’m going to thrust into this spot until your body shakes and you come all over my cock. But first…”

Throughout his speech, he massages that newfound pleasure center. If this is how good he is with his hands, I can’t imagine how amazing he is with his cock. His dirty words trail off, almost as if he is distracted by my reactions. Then he speeds up his movements and continues to hit that magic spot.

“Bradyyyyyyy,” I mewl.

“But first, you’re going to be a good girl and come all over my fingers. Come on my fingers, baby, and then maybe I’ll give you my cock.”

That is all the encouragement I need to shatter as his hand moves inside me. My orgasm is so powerful, I black out for a second. When I return to myself, his fingers slowly work inside me, helping me ride out my pleasure. He kisses the side of my head, telling me what a good job I did and how sexy it was to see me come.

He pulls out his fingers and slips them into his mouth. Holy hell.

“God, you taste even better than I imagined,” he groans.

“You’ve imaginedthat?” I gasp.

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