Switch Hitter (Jock Hard 0.5)

It feels like heaven.

“I don’t think you’re boring at all.”

I raise my head. “No?”

“Te encuentro fascinante.” I find you fascinating. “I love your big hands. They do incredible things, wouldn’t you agree?”

My hands are fucking big. I flex them against her ass, skimming them down her denim-clad butt cheeks.

She goes on. “And you’re kind.”

Kind.

That’s something no girl has ever called me, but I suppose it’s true.

My nose finds it way between her breasts, and she laughs when I give her another nuzzle. I can’t wait to see her tits, can’t wait to get her naked.

“And you’re as turned on as I am.”

“Sí.” My arms encircle her, the tips of my fingers gripping her inner thighs from behind, thumb beginning to slowly massage the apex. “Te encuentro sexy.”

Amelia bites down on her lower lip. “Do you think we’re moving too fast?”

I raise my head again. Her mouth is right fucking there. All I’d have to do is raise my face an inch…

“We haven’t done anything.”

Yet.

“No.” Her lips brush mine with a moan when my fingers rub the delicate nub through her jeans. “But I want to, don’t you?”

“Sí, but we can wait.”

“I don’t think I can.” Her hips roll.

“Amelia,” I enunciate with my accent. “I want you to know I’m all in. I’m not going to bail on you if we have sex right away.”

“All in? Already, Dante, after two dates?”

“Three after tonight.”

“I can live with that if you can.” Her sexy voice wavers. “Do you, um, have, you know…condoms?”

“I live in a house full of baseball players—there are condoms everywhere.”

“In your drawer?”

“No.” Shit. “I’d have to go find one.”

“Just in case, maybe?” She backs away. “I’m a planner, very organized.”

My kind of girl.

“Be right back.” Planting an electrically charged kiss on her mouth, I bolt off the bed. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Shutting the door behind me, I riffle through three bathroom drawers and one cabinet before finding a brand new box of condoms, thanking Christ I didn’t have to go to the living room and ask for one.

It’s bad enough that I’m planning to get laid in a house full of my roommates.

I palm the bright pink box, giving my door a gentle knock before reentering. “It’s me.”

Nudge the door open.

Stop dead in my tracks.

Almost drop the box to the floor, almost hurl it across the room.

“Amelia…holy shit.”

She’s lounging on my bed in just her lingerie, breasts spilling over the cups of her bra. The material is lacy, sheer, and black. I stare at her pale flesh.

Her shoulders rise and fall apologetically. “You said to get comfortable.”

Getting naked isn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I’d be an idiot to argue and mi madre no creo un tonto. My mother didn’t raise a fool.

I’m already tearing the shirt off my body when she says, “You have a shirt for me to wear later? Because I’m thinking I might spend the night.”

Unbutton my jeans, slip them down past my hips. Kick them off to the side.

She’s leaning against the headboard, watching me undress. “I’ve never met a guy so eager to be tied down.”

Tied down, tied to the bed—either way, I’d be happy.

“I was bred to be with one woman, mi cielo.”

Amelia moves first, scuttling toward me on her haunches, meeting me in the middle of the bed. “Is that so?”

She places the tip of her finger in the center of my chest, above my heart, dragging it down my body. Down my solid pecs. Down my rib cage. Over my abs, circling my belly button.

My dick is stiff when she reaches the waistband of my tight boxer briefs, hooking the material, snagging it away from my skin. I think I stop breathing when the nail of her finger brushes the head of my cock, a pleasant smile pasted on her lips, schooled expression neutral.

Neutral except for her eyes.

Those are gleaming.

Predatory.

Shining when she clasps my hard-on with all five fingers. Gently squeezes through the thin cotton of my underwear.

“I’d wondered about the size of this.” Her voice is a low, seductive murmur. Her hand? Giving me another squeeze. “And now I know. Hmm, your breathing seems labored. Do you want me to stop? Let you catch your breath?”

I shake my head like a dope. Swallow hard, wanting so badly to jut my hips forward and thrust. Grip her hand so she’ll tighten it around my throbbing dick.

“It’s probably a good thing you’re in such good shape.” She releases me—the tease—running both palms up my abs. “I’ve never dated an athlete before.” Plucks a nipple. “And your skin is so smooth—well, except for these goose bumps.”

Still, I wait, not touching her, knowing I’ll get rewarded for my patience.

“You know what I like about you Dante? Besides the fact that you’re so smoking hot and look incredible with no clothes on? I love that you’re so levelheaded, so composed.”

Amelia moves closer on her knees until her lace-covered breasts brush my chest. “I’ve never found anyone so sexy or attractive in my entire life.”

I don’t know what’s making me harder—how upfront she is about what she wants or the fact that she’s not wearing clothes.

When our mouths collide, one hand slides down her spine to cup her tight little ass, the other braced behind her head. Our kissing sounds fill the air, sexy moans and lapping tongues. We’re messy and hurried and when Amelia starts rubbing her pussy against my dick, our pelvises grinding, it’s time to get completely naked.

She beats me to it—reaches behind her back, lips still suctioned to mine, unclasping her bra in one motion. Pulls the straps down her arms, discarding the delicate black fabric on the side of the bed. Grapples for my hands, placing them on her tits.

I’ve never really been a boob guy, but I’ve just been converted into one. They’re full, heavy in my hands, my thumbs brushing over her dark areolas at the same time Amelia pushes down the waistband of my boxers.

“Eres mío,” comes her husky murmur. “Mío.” You’re mine.

We’re whispering all sorts of sexy shit to each other in Spanish as our hands explore, limbs entwined, falling to the mattress. Amelia lazes beneath me, hair fanned out on my pillow, permitting me to explore, dreamily twirling my hair when I latch onto her nipple, sucking. Arches her back. Runs her nails down my scalp, my neck.

I rise above her, index finger idly trailing up her underwear, up the front, thumb pressing down in small, lazy circles.

Round and round and round on that little pink nub.

Her fists clench the quilt covering my bed.

“Don’t,” she gasps. “Or I’ll come.”

My finger hooks into her panties, pulling them aside, fingers stroking. “You want me to stop, cariño?”

“Yes. Jesus, just take off your underwear and get on top. I can’t take it anymore.”

“You like it on the bottom?” Good to know.

We’re shoving down our underwear and in a group effort, I kick mine off, roll on a condom. Hover over Amelia, dragging the hard length of my cock along her thigh until we’re both moaning with anticipation, both of us eager.

Willing.

Ready.

“S-Sometimes I do.” Her eyes are closed, teeth biting down on her lower lip.

“I wonder something.” I lean in, sucking on her earlobe as I whisper, “Do you really think you deserve a good fucking?”

Her eyes open, nostrils flare. “Yes.”

I let my dick nestle between her legs. “I can’t believe you fucking dumped me.”

Amelia’s hands pull down on my ass, urging me inside. “You are not bringing that up right now.”

I reach between us, clutching my erection, running the tip up and down her slit, making her moan. “Oh, but I am.”