Third Base (The Boys of Summer Book 1) (25 page)

I pick her up, putting her other leg on my shoulder so her pussy is right where I need it. I don’t wait as I dive right in. Lapping between her lips and up to her clit, I suck gently before doing it again. Daisy grips my hair, pulling handfuls that hurt like a motherfucker, but I love it. I welcome it. The moment my tongue plunges into her pussy, I’m gone.

Carrying her over to my bed, I set her down roughly. She bounces and all that does is give me more of her sweet taste. I palm my cock to ease some of the tension and silently tell him to calm down because he’ll get his time soon.

“I could do this every day,” I say against her skin as I insert two fingers into her. She’s tight and I’m afraid I’m going to hurt her.

“This… this…” her hips start rocking and her hands dig into the blanket. Keeping my fingers pumping I suck on her clit, watching her body get worked into a frenzy by me this time and not from her own doing.

As much as it pains me, I move away from her and head to my nightstand, pulling open the drawer and grabbing a condom. One look from her and I’m on top, mouth-to-mouth, chest-to-chest with my cock nestled between us. My hand ghosts down her chest, over her breast until my mouth can follow. Her nipples are peaked and I bite gently, pulling one into my mouth. Her back arches, pushing her breasts into my face.

“Ethan…”

“Yeah, Baby?”

I sit back and push her knees wide, spreading her before me. Even my wide frame is going to stretch her and hurt. Running my finger down her slit, she’s flush and eager when she pushes her hips toward me. Ripping open the condom packet, I pull out the rubber that’s going to keep us both safe even though I look forward to the day when I can feel her bare.

The moment I grip my dick, I hiss. I’m sensitive and throbbing. I never take my eyes off of Daisy’s as I roll the condom on. I want to see her eyes. I want the acknowledgement in her face of what we’re about to do. My hand trails up her hip, gripping her lightly.

“I’ll go slow.”

“I’m not afraid,” she tells me with confidence.

Centering myself, I nudge her core, pulling away quickly.

“You okay?”

She nods and bucks her hips, asking for more.

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me tonight.”

And probably the next night as well; I have a feeling Daisy is going to destroy me.

“Ethan, please,” she begs me. The desire is there in her voice. She wants this as much as I do and I’m going to give it to her.

Inching forward, I ready my cock and slowly push into her. Her legs start to close and her eyes widen.

“I’m sorry,” I say, leaning forward and kissing her tears away. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I want this,” she says, closing her eyes.

“Look at me, Daisy.” Her green eyes glisten, her eyelids almost shut as I move further into her. For every quarter of an inch, I pull out and start over, helping her body adjust. By the time I’m fully sheathed, I’m about to lose my shit. She’s so fucking tight that she’s squeezing the hell out of my dick. Pulling fully out, I enter her again, this time a little faster.

Hovering over her, I kiss her deeply; swallowing her sweet mewls as her fingernails dig into my back. It only takes a few thrusts until she’s into it, bringing her hips to meet mine. I’m fucking drunk off her and feel delirious. I know this one time won’t be enough. I brush my lips against hers as we find a rhythm that works for us.

“Watch us,” I tell her as I sit back on my haunches and pull her hips to meet my thrusts. “I’ve had dreams about this.” My thumb brushes against her clit hoping to give her an orgasm even though I know it’s unlikely because it’s her first time, but that doesn’t stop her walls from squeezing me even tighter.

I moan and move faster, falling on top of her. My hips buck as I capture her mouth and empty into the condom. I jerk a few times riding out the aftershocks of finally getting the release I’ve been waiting for.

Rolling over, I pull out and bring her into my arms. I know what just took place and try not to freak her out by removing the condom and tossing it on my bedroom floor. I kiss her sweat-laden forehead and run my fingers gently over her arm.

“I think you’re going to be sore.” I’m only guessing. I don’t make it a habit of popping cherries so I’m not entirely sure.

“It’ll be worth it.”

Moving to my side, I adjust the way we’re lying. I push a few pieces of hair behind her ear and kiss her.

“Can we do that again?” she asks when I pull away. A shit-eating grin takes over my face as I nod like the eager horny guy that I am.

“I have a feeling I’ll never say no to you, Daisy.” Grabbing her hips, I pull her on top of me, setting her right on my semi. The little minx rubs herself on my dick, waking him up. I have a feeling that tonight is going to be a long one, a fact that I welcome wholeheartedly.

I
t’s after one in the afternoon when I finally roll out of bed and flex my aching muscles. As soon as my feet touch the floor, memories of last night and this morning come rushing back. Daisy’s clothes are strewn all over my room. I thought I had put most of them in the same place, apparently not. The bed shifts behind me and small hands wrap around my waist.

“I think you missed school,” I tell her as I weave my fingers with hers.

“I have finals this week so my schedule is sporadic.”

I turn and face her. Her beautiful breasts, marked with small bruises from where my fingers dug into them, are on full display. Even though this is all new to her, I encouraged her to ride me, and she did, coming all over my cock for the first time. It was a glorious sight watching her breasts as they bounced up and down while she took my dick deep inside of her. Of course, seeing her let go of her inhibitions was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Sex is by far the most natural experience our body goes through. No one needs lessons if you listen to what your body wants and set your mind free.

Lying back down, I use her hip as my pillow and rub my fingertips along her bare stomach. She threads her fingers through my mop top, which is in need of a haircut. No words are spoken, just simple touches. I should be the girl I’ve become and ask her what all of this means. Surely, for her, considering what she just gave me, it means we’re together. I don’t want to assume, though, or come off as too eager. Again with the labels and the branding that society requires you conform to. For all I know, Daisy wants to just
be
and not have to answer whether or not she’s my girlfriend. As far as I’m concerned, she is.

“I have to get ready.” It’s game day and for the first time in my life I wish I didn’t have to play today. I’d love to crawl back into bed next to her and make love to her all day long, breaking only for sustenance, which would mean she’s walking around my place naked. Sounds like a good day to me.

“Thank you,” she says sweetly, causing me some confusion.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“Because you didn’t slam the door in my face when you had every right to, and for what you did for my grandfather. He was so happy yesterday.” Her eyes mist up and she tries to hide her face, but I stop her. I don’t want her to cry.

“I like you, Daisy. A lot, actually, and when you wouldn’t return my phone calls or text messages I had to do something to get your attention. It’s a win-win all the way around. We’re together and your grandfather is happy. I’ll do it for every game if you want.”

She nods. “He’d like that.”

“Consider it done,” I say, moving closer to kiss her. Once our lips meet there’s no turning back. Her hands are everywhere - in my hair, down my back gripping my ass and finally to my erect cock. The moment she starts stroking, I’m a goner. Daisy knows I’m not leaving this bed until we’ve both found our release. She already knows how to press my buttons and make me submit to her.

“Aren’t you sore?” I ask as she continues to drive me toward the edge.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly. As much as it pains me, I move out of her grip and lay beside her.

“Don’t think you have to do this. If you’re sore, you should rest.”

She turns on her side to face me. “What do you do when
you’re
sore after a game? Do you stop and rest? Do you wait for the ache to go away or do you continue to play?”

“Play,” I say, winking my eye.

“Let’s play, Ethan. Come hit a homerun,” she whispers against my lips.

Her baseball analogy has me scrambling to my bedside table and yanking the drawer open, dropping it to the ground. The contents start to spill out, but not before I can grab the string of condoms. Yanking one off and ripping it open, I quickly sheath myself. Daisy’s focus is on me, her eyes are full of lust and her bottom lip is pulled between her teeth. My dick jumps with excitement, knowing that it’s about to be buried deep between her tight walls.

When Daisy sees me moving toward her, she’s kicking off the sheet that was barely covering her and spreading her legs for me. I love how it’s automatic, how she knows what she wants. She’s not shy or hesitant about having sex again and I really like that, especially considering this was her first time.

I tease her briefly before dipping my head in and pulling back out, letting my thumb tickle her clit. We’re short on time or I’d be working her body over, bringing her to the brink before pounding into her.

“This is what we call a quick-hitter.” I thrust quickly, pushing our rhythm faster than I want to.

“You’re already scoring,” she says, biting into my shoulder.

I love that she’s a sports fan, but I never knew that it would turn me on so much. My fairly new bed is creaking with each thrust. Daisy is moaning as her fingers dig into my back. Each grunt I give brings me closer to the edge, and when her eyes look into mine and her back arches, I start praying that she’s close because I’m about to fucking explode.

Adding slightly more pressure to her clit, she starts to buckle and move her hips faster. The squeezing of her walls around my throbbing dick is all that I need to let go.

“You’re late,” Kidd says as I stagger into the clubhouse. The other guys are talking amongst themselves and aren’t paying attention to me. To say I’m hung-over would be an understatement even though I didn’t drink an ounce of booze yesterday. I’m tired, my muscles ache in both good and bad ways, and the euphoric high I’m feeling right now makes it seem like I’m floating.

I quickly glance at the clock and see I have about thirty minutes before we’re supposed to take the field and by all accounts, I really am late. I’m usually one of the first to arrive, often getting in some cardio before it’s time to change, or teasing the reporters in here because it’s fun and easy to get the women to swoon with a simple wink.

“Had stuff to get done today,” I say, slipping my watch off my wrist and placing it in my locker followed by my phone.

“Oh yeah, what’s her name?”

I shake my head and reach for my uniform, which is nicely folded and waiting for me. It’s too bad that the in-house laundry can’t wash the rest of my clothes because I hate doing laundry.

“Was she a hooker?”

I choke and start coughing. Kidd pats my back while laughing his ass off. Fucking jerk.

“I think I’m capable of picking up women of the non-charging kind.”

“Stripper?”

I shake my head no as I take off my shirt and hang it up. I instantly regret getting undressed in front of him.