Page 33 of Stalked By the Third Baseman

“Why?” I blurted, too needy and achy to think straight. My hand dropped to his underneath my dress. I wrapped it around his thick wrist, and our eyes connected. “Touch me.”

“Baby—“

“I trust you, Adam.”

“If it’s too much…”

“It won’t be.”

“If I’m too rough…”

“You won’t be,” I said and believed it down to my toes. His eyes dropped, and I needed them back. “Adam, look at me,” I urged, somehow finding the courage to ask for what I wanted. His eyes locked with mine, and I nodded.

“Touch me,” I whispered. The deep sound he made vibrated through me. Adam’s hand slid under my panties, and my legs parted to make more space for him. Sweat started to form at the back of my neck, and when he touched me, it felt like I was going to be burned alive.

“Shit,” he cursed before he kissed me again, deep and wet as his fingers slid and stroked between my lips before finding my entrance. “So damn wet. This sticky honey all for me, ladybug?”

“Yes.” My head hit the wall, back arched as I rose on the tips of my toes. “You used to think about taking me down here. I would think about you doing this. Touching me. Fingering me.”

“Fuck!”

“Adam.” He slipped in a second finger. The burn of the stretch made my toes curl.

“You have a dirty mouth, baby? My girl’s comfortable with me, isn’t she?” I nodded. My lips parted as I rubbed against him. His knee moved between my legs, spreading me wider. “That cherry’s right there,” he teased. “You kept that safe for me, didn’t you?”

“Adam,” I panted.

“I’m going to claim it, aren’t I?” He had a deliciously dirty mouth, too, and I loved it.

“Adam, fuck me,” I begged. I needed more than his fingers.

“Uh-uh,” he tsked, “Not here.” He shook his head. “When I take you all the way, we will be doing it where I can lay you down and worship every inch of you,” he promised. His dark eyes dropped to my chest, and he licked his lips.

“But—“ He shot me a look that stopped me from arguing with him.

“Undo the top of your dress.” I did as he asked, pulling on the bow in the front. The material loosened, and I spilled out. I wasn’t a small girl, and my breasts matched me. Without pulling his fingers out of me, his other hand came up and cupped one of my breasts, pulling my tit to his mouth.

My head fell back, and I lost sight of him when all I could do was feel. An onslaught of sensations pounded through me. Adam’s tongue swirled around my nipple, and I moaned, the sound turning guttural when he pulled it between his lips and started to suckle.

“Yes!”

“So fucking perfect. My girl is perfect,” he murmured against my tit. When his fingers picked up speed, the wet squelching sound almost felt like it echoed beneath the bleachers. “Come for me, baby.”

Pleasure coiled up tighter and tighter inside of me. I knew how to make myself come and how to take care of myself, but this was so different. This was everything.

“Adam!” I cried out when pleasure bombarded me like a tsunami ecstasy, pulling me under, deeper and deeper.

But Adam didn’t stop.

He switched to my other breast and impatiently ripped my panties right off.

“Adam!” I called out, shocked and turned on by what he’d done. Ohmygod! Adam just ripped my panties off me!

Our eyes connected, but who I was looking at wasn’t my sweet best friend who always had my back. No, this was the man underneath. The animal who had followed me around for a year while trying to give me space.

And I loved that part of Adam, too.

There wasn’t a side of him I didn’t want. The good, the bad, the ugly, and everything in between.