"Well," she starts, shifting to drop one foot on the floor. "At least I can…"
"No." I grip her thighs, pinning her to me. She looks at me, unsure. "I want you here—close."
Her tongue finds her cheek as she holds back her smile, setting her weight back onto my lap. "Okay," she says shyly, but the look in her eyes is anything but timid.
She begins moving again, her hips rolling in waves. "This feels good?" she asks, though we both know she doesn't need to.
"So good," I mutter, bucking my hips up to meet hers.
"Mmm," she whimpers, her pussy sliding against me.
"For you too, baby?"
As I say the last word, she whimpers, dropping her weight forward and picking up speed. "So good," she echoes.
I groan, sliding my hands past her cheeks and pulling her close.
Tess kisses me, distracting me from the fact that she also drops her hand between us. Before I know it, she's dipping her fingers past the waistband of my sweatpants and into the elastic of my briefs.
"What are you—holy shit." My head and my eyes roll back as she holds my cock in her hands, pinning it between her palm and her body.
"Oh my God," she gasps, the increased pressure perfectly placed on the neediest part of her.
We continue like that, her warm hand around me, my fingers holding onto the flesh of her hips. I guide her back and forth as she rides my cock, only the damp lycra separating us, our eyes pinned to each other.
And we stay like that—locked in, our bodies moving as one.
Back and forth…
Back and forth…
Back and forth.
"Liam, I'm…" Tessa's legs quiver, clenching around me, her eyes hooded, her cheeks flushed.
At this point, I'm already hanging on by a thread, and watching her sprint toward the edge—free fall over it—unravels whatever was left of me.
"Fuck," I grunt, grabbing the t-shirt beside me and using it to catch my release.
Tess rides out her high as I empty beneath her until she slides her hand away and drops to my shoulder, her body limp—satisfied.
I wrap my arms around her, catching my breath, and savoring the chance to hold her like this. We stay like that, lost in this moment, until her one deep breath resets us both.
"Damn," she finally whispers, slowly coming back to life.
She sits up, and I simultaneously right myself, tossing the tee to the floor. "Couldn't have said it better myself."
"It really is like we're fifteen again," she laughs.
I kiss her cheek. "I don't hate going slow nearly as much as I thought I would."
Tessa rolls her eyes playfully, then scoots closer still, nuzzling into me. "I had fun today," she says.
I cradle her head in my hand, realizing that for the first time in a long time, I did too—with someone who isn't my kid or my brother or on my team.
I'll always put Ruthie first, and this last season still means everything. But somewhere along the way, I forgot that beneath fatherhood and baseball,Istill exist. That there's still room in my life for things that are just… fun. Just mine.
And I don't know much about what that looks like yet, but I do know this: making space for those things doesn't scare me anymore.
