Third Base (The Boys of Summer 1)

And when she does I have to think about baseball stats so I don’t come before I get the opportunity to get inside her. Her small hand wraps around the base of my dick and starts pumping slowly.

“Tell me if I’m doing this wrong.”

“No such thing as wrong when you’re the one who’s touching me,” I tell her, reassuring her that I’m fucking putty when it comes to her hands and lips.

“I want to make you feel good.” She has no fucking idea that the images she has put in my mind will make me feel good for days to come. Knowing she touches herself and wants it to be me strokes my fucking ego like there’s no tomorrow. When her fingers make her come, she’s wishing it were me doing that to her.

Tonight, I’ll make her fantasies come true.

“Fuck, Daisy, just you being here makes me feel good.”

Placing my lips on hers, I give her a long overdue kiss. One that I hope curls her toes and makes her weak in the knees. My tongue dips into her mouth, slow and languid, setting a sweet and steady pace. My hand cups her cheek while the other massages her breast. Our lips move against each other while our tongues meet in unison. The heat inside me starts to build as I pull her flush to my body.

Daisy’s hands roam over my body, from my hair, to my cheeks, chest, and finally resting one on my dick, returning the attention she was giving him moments ago. As much as I want her to keep going, I want her naked and lain out on my bed. Dropping to my knees, I kiss along the waistband of her shorts before unbuttoning them and sliding them down her legs. She steps out, placing her hands on my shoulders to keep steady. I pull off each of her flip-flops and toss them into a pile near where I threw her shorts.

I nip at her skin near her panties before hooking my fingers into the sides to bring them down her legs. When she lifts her leg to step out, I hook her leg over my shoulder.

“Can I kiss you here?” I ask as I run my finger over her clit and into the chasm that will certainly be my death. Her head falls back as I pump in and out of her. She doesn’t answer and maybe that should be a sign that she does want my mouth on her. If the moaning that’s coming from her o

r the rocking of her hips as she rubs herself against my hand is any indication, I don’t think she’ll care.

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?”