Page 34 of Stalked By the Third Baseman

I needed my hands on his body.

“I want to touch you,” I whimpered. His throat contracted, and I knew he was going to give me what I asked for. His fingers gently left my pussy long enough for him to pop his pants open and free himself. My eyes widened at the sight of him spring out.

“Stroke me,” he ordered, bringing my hand to his thick length.

Adam was long and wide. The girthy tip a ruddy, almost angry red, had a droplet of fluid bubbled at the tip. The moment my palm wrapped around him, I couldn’t get over how beautiful he felt. Like velvet-covered steel. And all mine. His lips found mine, and when he pressed his knee against my bare pussy, I gasped.

“Grind on it,” he demanded. “Hump my knee,” he directed, impatience clear in his voice. He’d made me see stars just moments earlier, but suddenly, I was greedy for more. Without missing a stroke, I did as he asked.

It was sensation overload, but it felt so good.

His hot breath against my sweaty skin and mine on his. Our hands on one another. The friction of his denim-covered knee against my bare sex was incredible. I could have got off on that alone, but when he started to speak, it pushed me just that much closer to coming again.

“Rub that perfect little cunt on me, Cal. Just like that,” he encouraged. “Leave a big wet spot on my pants,” he bossily ordered.

“Adam.” My nails dug deeper into his muscled shoulder, holding on to him for dear life. His nose flared and he plunged his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeply. Hungrily.

“You’re going to make me come,” he warned against my mouth. “I need you to come with me,” he gritted, pressing his knee harder against me. “Come again for me, ladybug.”

“Yes!” I hissed. Adam caught my nipple again, pulling it harder and harder in tandem with his knee against my pussy. “I’m so close!” I whispered, and he groaned. Letting go of my nipple with a pop,, he guided my hand up and down the length of his shaft.

“Adam!” Wetness gushed out of me as another orgasm hit. I held on to his shirt with my free hand while I kept stroking him. Adam wrapped his hand around mine and without looking away, he used my hand to stroke himself.

“So fucking hot. Look at those pretty hands of yours touching me. So damn soft around me.” He shuddered, his gaze glassy. “Spit on it for me, Callie. Please, baby, spit on it.” I did as I was told, too enraptured in the moment to question it. I spat and watched my saliva coat the wide crown of his cock and swiped it down, using it as lube.

“Shit. Callie, just like that.” His mouth crashed against mine. We were panting by the time he pulled away. “Callie, I’m going to— Fuck!” he roared, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His body went taut, and the deep animalistic sound surrounded me, as white sticky ribbons of his release coated my hands before his heavy breathing slowly went back to normal.

Adam pulled back and pressed his lips to mine in a short kiss before glancing down to where I was still holding him, his spend still dripping down my hand.

“Fuck, you drained me dry, ladybug.”

“Hmm,” I sighed happily. “Third base is really fun.” I grinned up at him. He winked and leaned in closer.

“I’ve never had more fun at third than with you, baby.” His lips pressed a sweet kiss to mine before he stepped back to bend and pick up the panties he’d ripped off, slipping them into his pocket.

He righted my dress, pulling the skirt down and re-tying the bow at the top before he tucked his dick back behind his jeans.

“Let me wipe your hand off on my shirt,” he offered, but I shook my head and brought my messy fingers to my lips, and tasted Adam for the first time. He was salty and earthy and oddly addictive. “You taste good, baby.”

“Callie,” Adam warned. “I want to take you on a bed, not fuck you against a brick wall under the bleachers when I get inside of you.” A thrill shot through me. That bold side of me, the one that was with the one person in her whole world I felt the most me with, came to life. I moved up close to him and kissed him.

“Show me how much you love me and take me home, bat boy.”

“My pleasure.” He kissed me back, taking my hand and walking us out from under the bleachers and rushing us back to his dorm.

ELEVEN

ADAM

Ishut the door to my room and forced myself to stay where I was.

Callie was in my bedroom. She’d been in my dorm before, hundreds of countless times. But this was different. She was mine.

“You’re mine now,” I spoke into the quiet room.

“You’re mine, too,” she replied, the confidence in her voice sexy as hell. Without saying another word, the two of us moved towards the other. When we stood in front of one another, we smiled.

“Hi,” I whispered, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it.