Rounding the Bases by Jaqueline Snowe

Chapter Thirteen

Sarah

My body reacted without my mind’s permission. I moaned into Brigham’s mouth as he kissed me, hard. Everything before this kiss had been sweet and tender, but this was different. Possessive. Demanding. And hot.

“I want to see all of you. Naked,” he demanded, ripping his mouth off me and gripping the end of my pajama shirt. “Can I?”

“Yes.”

The hesitation in his eyes before I responded pleased me. He might have been aggressive, but I knew he wouldn’t do anything I wasn’t ready for. The scary thought was that there was little I didn’t want to experience with him. He almost growled when he removed my shirt, undid my bra and slid my shorts off my legs. “Fuck, your bare skin is turning me on. This is a problem.”

“Problem?”

“Yeah. I want to lick all of it.” He gave me a devilishly handsome expression before flipping me onto my back on the couch. His jaw went slack as he stared at my chest, stomach and between my thighs. “This is what I wanted to do this morning, Blue Bell.”

“Th-third base?” I asked, hating how needy I sounded. “If we’re moving bases, I want you naked too.”

He liked my request. His answering grin matched the intense look in his eyes and I shivered with want. He reached around to grip the back of his shirt and removed it in one swift movement. His glorious, sculpted pecs were on display, and I whimpered.

“Needy girl. I love it.” He bent low and took one of my nipples into his warm mouth, swirling his tongue around until I squirmed. “Delicious.”

Swoon. Melt. Moosh.That was what I felt like when he repeated the process on my other breast, taking his time kissing and licking every part of my skin. Every nerve ending was on fire when he bit down on my stomach. “Brigham!”

“I like making you go crazy. I like it a whole lot.” He repositioned himself so his face was inches from my touching my inner thighs. “May I continue, Blue Bell?”

My skin broke out in goosebumps. Continue? Experience oral sex for the first time? Butterflies swarmed my belly and I hesitated.

“We don’t have to. I can pleasure you in other ways.”

“I want to…know what it feels like,” I said, closing my eyes to avoid his probing stare. It felt too personal and embarrassing to say out loud. But I should’ve known better. Brigham said my name and waited until I looked at him. “Hm?”

“I’m dying to fucking taste you down there, but if you want me to stop at any point, you say so.” He held eye contact when he slid my panties down my legs and moved me around so he kneeled on the floor with my thighs spread wide. He waited a couple of seconds and stared, causing me to freak out.

“Is something wrong?” I tried crossing my legs, but he stopped me.

“Not a goddamn thing.”

That was all he said before he pushed my thighs down and licked the most sensitive part of my inner leg. He flicked his tongue along the skin, going fast then slow, sending all sorts of new sensations through my body. I gasped when he spread my folds apart and closed his mouth over my clit. “Shit. Ohmygod.”

He hummed into me and circled his tongue around my nerve endings. It was…euphoric. The warmth, the speed, the way he switched paces to bring me close but not quite there. It was unlike anything I had experienced. He lowered his mouth and thrust his tongue inside me, and I froze. It was so dirty and hot.

The orgasm ripped through me without warning. My legs jerked into the air as I tried to grab anything in reach to steady myself. “Brigham, oh. Wow.”

He didn’t stop. Not when I arched my hips up, making him take more of me into his mouth, nor when I gripped his hair in my hands. It took minutes to settle from the explosive orgasm, and when I opened my eyes, he had a dangerous smile. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

“Mm,” was all I could respond. He pressed light kisses on my thighs and lower stomach, and waited until my heavy breathing stilled before he spoke.

“If you were wondering, Blue Bell, you taste delicious.”

A wave of heat shot down my spine and I trembled. “Wow.”

“I think you might need another one.” He parted me again, flicking my already too-sensitive clit. I bucked and let out a deep groan. “Want to find out?”

I nodded and he slid two fingers inside me as he began the process a second time. My musky scent drifted toward my nose, but it turned me on, knowing he was putting his mouth on me. He thrust his digits in and out, curling up at the end when he was deep. I couldn’t handle all the feelings and I screamed when he reached up with his free hand to pinch my nipple. “Brigham!”

My orgasm started slow, at the base of my spine, and worked its way through my veins, the light, electrifying feeling blinding and paralyzing me for thirty seconds. It was like breathing for the first time after holding my breath for a minute, combined with the warm taste of fresh-baked cookies. I was a limp, pathetic lump sprawled out on someone else’s couch. Unable to make coherent thoughts or decisions.

Wow.

“Is this your favorite base now?” he asked, trailing feather-light kisses up my stomach again.

“Uhhh,” was my very cool reply. My pulse pounded in my head and I had yet to open my eyes. If I opened them, I would have to face reality, and I preferred to stay in the warm orgasm land.

He chuckled and ran a hand up my side, stopping at my neck. “Blue.”

Okay, the tender way he said my name made me look at him, and his sly, cocky smile was worth it. “You smug bastard.”

“Looking at you completely spent and satisfied definitely makes me feel smug.” He licked his lips and the look in his eyes heated, causing me to gulp. His bare chest distracted me now that my thoughts returned and I sat up, reached out and trailed my fingers down his body.

It was magnificent. Chiseled, but not bulky. I traced his biceps and pectorals, moving down his abs and sucking in a breath when I stared at his erection straining against his shorts. “Oh. Shit.”

“I like you touching me, Blue, but there’s no pressure.” He trembled a little when I dipped a finger into his waistband, just an inch, and moved to the side. His breathing picked up and a new kind of feeling took over me. Power. I made this man tremble. Our position didn’t fit for what I wanted to do, so I slid off the couch, naked, and jutted my chin for him to sit where I just had.

“You, sit there.”

He sat and flexed his jaw when I kneeled between his thighs. God, his legs were all muscle too. The strength he had terrified and awed me, and I inhaled before taking the next step. Removing his clothes. I fingered the waistband again and pulled down. The fabric got stuck on his erection and I giggled, adjusting the elastic and finally sliding his shorts and boxers down his legs.

Woah.

My throat dried up, staring at him fully naked. It wasn’t even funny how far I was out of my element. The two penises I had seen were in high school and those boys had been nothing like Brigham. Those boys had been like a comet where Brigham was like the sun. I parted my lips and stared at his massive dick. Did I touch it? Lick it?

My face got hot and panic clawed its way up my throat just as Brigham leaned forward and lifted my chin so I met his eyes. “Hey, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?”

I nodded. “I’m nervous.”

His eyes warmed. “Why?”

“I don’t know what to do and I’m overthinking it and what if it’s weird?” I rambled, my chest heaving, and shit, I was still naked! Brigham took one of my hands and guided it to his dick.

“Do you want to touch me?”

I nodded, entranced when he took my fingers and wrapped them around him. His hand closed over mine and he started moving our hands up and down. He was thick and hard. I felt lightheaded at all my emotions and how attracted I was to him, but I focused on the movements. Up and down, building pace. His thighs tensed on either side of me, pressing against my shoulders, and I looked up to find a sexy, half-slack look on his face. The pumping got dry, and Brigham removed our hands and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Can you spit on your hand?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, pretty much drunk on him. I spat and continued the motion without him this time. He jerked every few seconds when I picked up the pace and he groaned, leaning his head back on the couch the longer I went. This was nothing like my first awkward not-complete hand job from high school. This was intense and hot. Sweat appeared on his chest and I reached up with my other hand, dragging my nails down his stomach. His groan got louder. He liked that.

“Can you… Here.” He took my non-pumping hand and cupped his balls with it. “I’m close, Blue. Shit,” he hissed, those huge muscles stiffening. “Stop if you…you want.”

Yeah, there was no way in hell I would miss this. My arm hurt and my wrist started to get numb, but I pumped him until he stilled for one second before moaning as hot spurts came out of him. His entire body, a real work of art, shook and his intense hazel eyes stayed on me as he rode out the orgasm. “Fuck, Blue. Goddamn.”

“Good cusses?” I looked at my hand, his stomach, and blushed at how messy we were. He reached down and cupped my chin.

“Very good cusses.” He blew out a long breath and blinked a few times. “That felt better than I could’ve imagined. Your hands on me. Goddamn it.”

I giggled at his flustered expression. The gorgeous man seemed dazed. From me. It was an intoxicating feeling. “I like all these bases.”

He barked out a laugh. “Uh yeah. Me too.” He noticed the way I held my hand in an awkward position and he narrowed his eyes. “Let’s clean up, BB.”

Still naked, I started walking to the bathroom to wash my hands, but Brigham followed and turned on the shower in the master. Mr. Alexandre had a huge shower with three spouts that alternated pressures. Brigham found two towels in the closet and jutted his chin toward the shower. “Wanna shower?”

“With you?”

“Yes,” he said, not bothering to hide his grin. “It’s not an official base, but it’s recommended.”

“Okay.” Hot water and Brigham’s body? If I ever pass on that opportunity, consider me brain dead.

I stepped into it with him, nervous at the new intimacy between us, and giggled when he lathered his hands in soap and went straight for my boobs. “Wow.”

“I’m being a gentleman, Blue.” He winked and ran his soapy hands all over my skin. “I want to make sure you get clean.”

“Ever so thoughtful, you.” I couldn’t stop smiling when he cleaned every inch of me. It was my turn, but before I could grab the soap, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me hard. He gripped the back of my head as he explored my mouth with his tongue, but instead of the frenzied, wild kisses we’d had before, this one was softer. I ran my fingers through his hair and melted into him while hot water fell on us.

It was one of the sexiest and most tender moments of my life, and a sane person would’ve stopped it from getting too much. But I wasn’t smart right then. I enjoyed every second of it, from the soapy smell to the way he bit my lip when he pulled back. Water clung to his eyelashes and I knew I would never find someone like him again. “Thank you,” he said, pressing his lips together and losing the cocky attitude from earlier. He almost looked sad and vulnerable.

“For what?” I asked, my voice shaking at the intensity on his face.

“Everything.” He shrugged, and in a second, he switched back to the playful Brigham. “I think you’re clean. My turn now, yes?”

I followed his playful lead and soaped him down good. But the worried expression on his face stayed in my mind longer after we got out of the shower and he headed home for the night. What did that ‘thank you’ mean?