Page 155 of Hiding in the Outfield

I undo my jeans and shove them down.

His smile is long gone, those dark eyes hooded and even more hypnotizing with the smoky eye makeup he chose today.

“You have all of me,” he whispers.

“Promise?”

He reaches for me, and I go instantly, settling atop him. His hands coast up my biceps, fingers trailing loosely until they slide to cup my head. His eyes search mine, a silent conversation with himself happening in the background.

What are you thinking, Frankie? What are you planning? Because he’s working something out right now. Plotting.

He pushes up, just shy of closing the distance between us. His nose grazes mine, breath puffing lightly across my skin. His lips skate over mine. “I promise.”

I snake an arm under his back and grip his hip with my other hand. Then I roll us. It pulls a grin from him, and the gold in his eyes sparkles brighter.

He’s so gorgeous. I wish I could capture him in this moment. A stunning compilation of lust, soft affection, and unadulterated joy.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper.

His smile stills. The sparkle in his eyes freezes. “Are you sure, Jackson?”

I nod once, twice. “Yes.” My gaze skitters away. “I, ah, think everything should be fine…down there…for that.” I’ve gotten to know my body a lot better since we started hooking up. And have gotten a good amount of advice from Shane on how to stay regular. I clear my throat. “But I haven’t like…douched or anything. I mean, I’m clean. But I wasn’t that prepared.”

My face goes up in flames.

Frankie kisses my blush, a soft crooning sound whispering over my heated skin. “No embarrassment, Jackie. All that matters is that you’re comfortable. We don’t have to do this right now if you’d rather clean out beforehand. It doesn’t matter either way to me.” He pushes up and sends me a soft smile. “A man shouldn’t drill if he’s afraid of a little mud.” He winks.

I laugh, but I’m pretty sure my cheeks burn even darker. “I-I want to. If you’re okay with it.”

His eyebrows lift. “If I’m okay with getting to be inside you? There is no okay about that. That is a gift, Jackson. A privilege.” He kisses me slowly, brush after brush of his lips over mine. “One I don’t take lightly,” he murmurs. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

He grabs the lube and pushes up so he’s kneeling between my legs. “Like this?”

I nod. “I want to be able to see you. And kiss you.”

His mouth hooks up on one side and slides a hand up and down my thigh. “My dolcezza.”

Then he looks around, frowning, until his attention snags on my towel from our morning shower. He winks at me and slides it under my hips. I slide my feet up so my knees are bent and let out a deep breath as I spread my legs.

Frankie’s pained groan fills the room. His stare is locked between my legs, his hand loosely stroking his dick. His very hard dick. That’s all I need for all apprehension to evaporate. He wants this, wants me. But instead of reaching for the lube, he starts kissing his way down my inner thigh.

“Have to taste you,” he says huskily. “Can’t tease me with that view and not let me have a little.”

A shiver slides down my spine. I’ll never say no to a blowjob. He tongues around my base, and my dick jerks against my stomach. He kisses and licks south, playing with my balls in a way that has my thighs clenching and me squirming. Such a damn tease.

He sucks them into his mouth and gently rolls them with his tongue. One of his hands sneaks up to my dick and gives it a few loose strokes, spreading my mess of precum down my length.

Pressure builds in my groin, a desperate throbbing picking up in my dick. He lets go of my balls, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I need that mouth around my dick. But he doesn’t move in that direction.

He moves south.

My eyes fly open as he nuzzles under my balls. A sharp pleasure arcs through me, and my knees tuck in before I even realize what my body is doing. Whatever that was, I want more of it.

Frankie groans, the vibration sending spirals of pleasure ghosting through me. Then he’s done playing. He buries his head between my thighs, licking and nuzzling just below my balls.

My back arches as my body lights on fire. I’m both trying to pull my legs up to give him better access and grind myself harder into him. His tongue laves over me and all I can do is writhe as an intoxicating heat spreads through me from head to toe.

“God, F-Frankie. W-what are you doing to me?” My choppy breaths puncture the air around us.