7. Chapter 7 #2
Sighing, I stand from the couch and start walking to the bedroom.
“I cannot believe I'm about to do this.”
“Wait,” he says from behind. “You're—”
“Get in here. You have five minutes.”
I hear him rustling behind me, so I turn, holding up a finger toward him. “But let's be clear. I'm only doing this because I want to win.”
And get myself off.
He raises his hands, unable to hide his grin. “Same. It's all about the superstition.”
His fingers wiggle, making me shiver.
“This does not mean anything.”
“Absolutely not.” He nods in agreement.
“Let's get this over with.” I turn back to the bed and pull the sheets back up so that it's a smooth surface. Then, I sit on the edge, letting my knees part.
“Nice room,” he says with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
He looks around, only stopping when he finds my suitcase at the side.
My clothes are pouring out of it because I never unpacked.
I only planned to stay here for the weekend and then head back to my parents for the rest of my time off.
He studies the bag and for a second, I wonder if he knows I have a giant purple wand in there.
Who needs that to get off when you have a handsome, goofy-yet-dominate catcher waiting for you?
“Are you going to come over here or keep admiring the decoration?”
“Right,” he says, his gaze dropping to my center. He crosses the room and makes the bed dip as he takes a seat next to me.
Our arms brush, and the tension still lingers there from yesterday.
I consider taking my shorts off, but since he’s the one who initiated this ‘good luck’ proposal, I’m going to make him work for it.
He clears his throat just as his hand meets my thigh.
I jolt a little in surprise, which turns into a full-body shiver, and he notices immediately.
“Sorry.”
I shake my head, letting out a little laugh. “Don’t be. It was just...warmer than I expected.”
“Mhm.”
When I turn to him, his gaze drops to my mouth and I feel this urgent need to push forward, but again. I hold back.
“You know,” he starts, his fingers twitching a little against my thigh. “I think I’m going to need to kiss you before we do anything else.”
“Pfft. Kiss me? Why would you need to do that?”
A slow smile tugs at his mouth. “Because that's what I did yesterday, and it made you wet enough that I could smell you for hours after.”
Fuck.
Those words go straight to my core.
I swallow, trying to pretend I’m unbothered by JB’s dirty talk, but it’s getting a lot harder to fake now. “You need to turn me on first? That’s what you’re saying, right?”
“Right. Might be a little easier without our Catfish logo distracting us.”
You like it when someone takes control?
The words he said yesterday play in my head, and fuck, I want him to take control again.
“Oh, and you also might need to yell at me. That seemed to work wonders yesterday. I think you must like a bad boy.”
“Hey—”
Before I can berate him, his mouth is on mine with one hand in my hair and the other holding my jaw, tilting my face to get me exactly where he wants me.
The second his tongue sweeps my mouth, my body relaxes, and he takes the opportunity to push me down onto the bed so he’s half on top of me.
This. This is what I've been craving. His weight. His lips. His control.
I moan his name when his mouth trails to my jaw, then my neck, where his teeth graze against the sensitive skin there. He follows the thin strap of my cami with his tongue, pushing it off my shoulder until it slips down and reveals one of my breasts.
His hand slides slowly up the inside of my thigh and when it slips under my shorts, and when he reaches the edge of my underwear, he pauses. His thumb strokes the wet fabric, and a low growl emanates from his chest.
“I think it's working,” he says, and I have no idea if it’s because of him or the wet dream I had about him. He drops his head closer to me. “Might need to just double check.”
His mouth finds my breast, his tongue moving in slow, lazy circles around my nipple before he flicks it with the tip. I bury my fingers in JB's dark hair, and when he finally sucks harder, pleasure shoots through me so sharply that my back lifts from the mattress.
“Why are you so fucking good at this?” I breathe.
Every pull of his mouth sends another rush of heat flooding through me. My hips rock helplessly against his palm, waiting for him to touch me under the fabric.
“JB...” I breathe. “Please.”
He releases my nipple with a wet pop, and he looks up with a wry smile.
“Gotta make sure you're soaked, Coach,” he says simply, then dives back down, sucking harder this time as he finally pushes my panties aside.
Two thick fingers glide through my folds, spreading my slickness, and circling my clit. Can't he just-
My thighs tremble as he slowly presses a finger inside me.
“I want more,” I whisper, falling into this intensely pleasurable and relaxed state.
JB hums against my breast, but doesn't look up. “I know you do.” Instead, he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the underside of my breast. “But I'm the one who decides when, isn't that right?”
He says it with a smile, but his voice tells me he’s in control.
“Uh, huh,” I say mindlessly as he adds another digit.
This is what I want. I arch into him as he sucks on my breast harder now. His fingers stroke me slowly as my walls flutter around. I'm so wet, I can hear the soft, obscene sounds filling the quiet room every time he thrusts.
“JB...I’m—” My voice breaks on a gasp as he sucks hard on my nipple at the same time his thumb presses down on my clit.
“Come for me, baby,” he says against my breast, the words vibrating through me.
That's all it takes.
The orgasm hits me hard. My back arches, my pussy clenches around his fingers, and I cry out as the pleasure rolls through me.
JB doesn't stop, kissing, licking and playing with me as I come down from the orgasm, drawing every last pulse out of me. I let out a sigh just as he shifts lower, and trails open-mouthed kisses down my sternum to my stomach.
When his lips kiss the top of my slit, I grab a fistful of his hair and yank him back up. “Wait. What are you doing? You got everything you needed.”
He looks up at me from between my spread thighs. “Thought I told you I’m the one who decides what is going down here.”
“Sorry,” I say, untangling my hands from his hair and place them back on the sheets.
With a grumble of annoyance, he pulls my shorts off, flinging them across the room, and then spreads my legs wider.
“Ah,” he says, taking me in with a grin. “Yeah. This is a fail-safe,” he explains.
“You want...you want me all over your face, too?”
He raises his gaze to mine. His pupils are wide, and he has this almost delirious smile on his face. “Well, the best round of my life happened after you came on my fingers. Imagine what coming on my tongue will do.”
My core tingles at the prospect, and I think he takes my silence as hesitance.
“I’m a man of science, Whit. I need to test to see if it works.”
Did he really think I’d deny him?
“Fine,” I whisper, pretending to be disgruntled about it. “Show me what you can do.”
He slowly lowers his face between my spread thighs again, and this time I grip the sheets in anticipation.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and sigh when I feel the warm scratch of his stubble against my overly sensitive skin. The short, rough hairs send little sparks of pleasure racing up my spine.
A shaky whimper escapes me. It’s too much and not enough all at once. My thighs try to close on instinct, but his big hands gently push them wider, holding me open for him.
“Easy,” he murmurs, his breath skating across my pussy.
Too long. It’s been too long since I’ve felt someone between my thighs like this.
He rubs his cheek and jaw along my slick skin, coating himself in me. “Gotta make sure I get every last inch of me covered in you.” His voice is muffled against my core and my hips buck, begging for attention.
He starts with slow, broad licks across my lips, cleaning up every trace of my release while carefully avoiding my clit. The flat of his tongue feels incredible as he dips it inside my entrance. Then he rubs his face across me again.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Coach,” he rasps, his voice muffled against me.
He presses another open-mouthed kiss right over my entrance, then drags his stubbled cheek along my inner thigh again, leaving a shiny trail behind.
Every swipe of stubble and slow lick, is building that low heat back up. My pussy clenches around nothing, already aching for more.
JB shifts slightly, and he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder to get closer.
I gasp when the tip of his tongue flicks softly across my clit, followed by slow, swirling circles. The contrast between the soft warmth of his tongue and the rough scratch of his cheek whenever he turns his head is driving me insane in the best way.
I moan louder, and when I roll my hips toward his face, he doesn’t stop me. He just grips my thigh tighter and doubles down, sucking my clit into his mouth with gentle pressure while his stubble continues to rub against my folds with every small movement of his head.
“JB...” I gasp, my voice wrecked. “Don’t stop—”
He doesn’t. He keeps eating me, his tongue working my clit while his face stays buried in my wetness. I’m getting close again, and my thighs start to shake around his head. When I come this time, JB holds me tight against his mouth, giving me no way to get away from his tongue.
I cry out, lift my hips, and JB follows.
He rides out every stroke of pleasure with me, and it’s only when my breathing calms and my orgasm starts to slow that he lets go.
I fall back onto the mattress, and JB sits up, licking his lips.
“A perfect game,” he murmurs as his thumb gently strokes my hip.
I peek down at him, dazed and still trembling.
“What?”
He licks his lips slowly, deliberately, collecting every drop. “That’s what you taste like.”
I drag the pillow back over my face, my heart hammering, already knowing I’ll be relaxed enough not to yell at him for the rest of the day.