“Your * is gorgeous.”
The lack of seduction in his voice sent blood to my face. He said it as if stating a fact. The same way I was reciting meaningless facts to stave off the fear. The capital of West Virginia (Charleston), or the quadratic equation (X-equals-negative-B-plus-or-minus-the-square-root-of-B-squared-minus-four-AC-all-over-2A), entire pages from the LAUSD protocol handbook.
“You blush easy.” He stood and snapped a towel off the rack. “I like that.”
I sat up straight while he ran warm water over the towel. I had been shaved clean without a nick or a cut.
“I like that you don’t play a game at being experienced or na?ve. You are who you are.” He wrung out the towel. “Lean back again.”
I leaned back but didn’t use my arms to prop myself up. I relaxed completely into the mirror. It was over. I felt as wrung out as the towel and as warm as the water. Tension flowed out of me. I could have gone to sleep if every nerve ending between my legs wasn’t begging for release.
Dash put the warm towel on my belly and wiped the soap away, then down, he pressed it against me. I drew a hard breath in and arched my back. The warmth and the rough texture was enough to set me on fire. I pushed forward into it.
He put his hand on the mirror and kissed my forehead, my cheek, my chin while rubbing me with the warm towel. “You’re right on the edge. I could see it. You’re so ready to come for me. If I wait until I eat you, it’s going to be half a second. I want it to last.”
I could barely see him past the red film of my orgasm. I held it back but wouldn’t be able to for long. “I don’t want to yet. I want to wait for mine.”
“Yours? Do you think you’re only coming once?”
I nodded because I couldn’t make a single word. Couldn’t even think or control my body. The towel on my clit brought all my sense to it, rushing to the surface, blacking out everything. My back stiffened and arched. One hand curled on the edge of the vanity and the other gripped his shoulder. I howled to the ceiling then collapsed like a flag in a dying wind.
His lips landed on mine like an avalanche. We kissed in a flurry of hands, tongues, lips. He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it. I reached for his buttons, but he moved my hands to his belt. We kissed while I yanked it open and he unbuttoned his shirt.
Pants open, I reached for my prize.
“Oh, Dash. I…” I looked down at it. I hadn’t realized how big he was when he’d pushed me against the railing of my front steps.
I didn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t know if I could get it down my throat, but hell if I wasn’t going to try. Before I could ask myself how I would do it, my feet and the floor parted company as he threw me over his shoulder and tossed me onto the bed. I landed with my legs open.
He stripped off the rest of his clothes. He was magnificent. An athlete. It was his job to be perfect, to tighten his abs, rip his biceps, work his thighs into powerful machines. I started to close my legs so I could turn, and he grabbed them and held them open.
“I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself.”
“I’m sure you did.” I put my arms out for him.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled me forward. I was tongue-close to his beautiful dick. I looked up at him and opened my mouth.
“Not yet,” he said.
“Please.” I wanted him to come. I needed it. “I’ll enjoy it so much more if I know you’re satisfied.”
“I think you’re stalling, sweetapple.”
“Stalling? I’m just moving this off my desk so I can enjoy myself.”
“You’re moving my dick off your desk? It’s like paperwork?”
“Well, no. It’s really nice paperwork. But a lot of paperwork. Like an eight-inch stack of cardboard.”
“Cardboard?”
“I didn’t want to imply floppy,” I said. “Rigid like corrugated. Or…” We were both laughing so hard I couldn’t even think of the word. “Something. Look, I’m really new at this.”
He was laughing, and I smiled. I liked this. Liked him. Liked that he was in control but we could talk. And with that laugh, he stopped being a baseball god. He stopped being the athlete, the performer, the graceful shape between the bases. He stopped being perfect batting form, and he stopped being the mysterious guy who never interviewed. I thought I’d been seeing just him all along, but I hadn’t. Not until he laughed, naked before me, did he become no more and no less than a man.
He got on his knees so he was just below my eye level, more or less, and we laughed together, kissing on the edge of the bed.
“Okay,” he said when he slowed down. “You want to suck my dick?”
“Get up to the plate.”
“One ‘bat’ analogy and you’re getting a spanking.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
He stood. I sat up straight and guided his cock to my lips. When I had it, he gently gripped the hair on the back of my head.