36. Monty

Chapter thirty-six

Monty

“Dan,” Lark whispers in between kisses. “Dan, stop. Hold on.”

I can’t help pouting a little when she pushes me away, but I let her, rolling onto my back and running a hand through my hair as I turn my head to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she moves off the bed and slowly starts to peel off her clothes. I lick my lips, not daring to look away as she strips until she’s completely naked.

“I didn’t have time to shower before dinner. Want to wash my back? Help me get all clean?”

The wicked smile she gives me says everything and I leap off the bed, shucking my clothes in record time. “Last one in has to have the first orgasm.”

Her shriek of laughter makes me smile, but there’s no chance of her beating me as I dart past her and into the bathroom. I fling the shower on and step in before yelping at the cold water. Lark stands outside, her tits shaking with laughter.

“I think you got that wrong,” she says, testing the water before stepping in with me. “Shouldn’t the last one in have to give the first orgasm?”

My head moves side to side slowly as I grip her hips and spin her so she’s under the now-warm spray. “Nope.” I emphasize the p , then drop to my knees in front of her, my hands running around to her ass and squeezing. “Trust me, I didn’t get anything wrong. This is my reward.”

My mouth covers her pussy, and she cries out my name, the sound echoing in the glass enclosure. God bless large showers. And apologies to whoever is in the room next to us. Because hearing my woman come undone? Fucking hot as hell. Not a chance I’m asking her to be quiet.

“Ohhh,” she says, the one word drawn out in a long, low moan as my tongue circles her clit. I suck it into my mouth, toying with her, lapping at her. The hot water spilling down on us, the heat of her pussy under my tongue, the sound of her panting, this is heaven. I know it. Eating Lark’s pussy is nirvana.

I nibble, I suck, I lick, and I suck some more. And I can sense Lark spiraling upward toward the orgasm I want her to have. But something’s holding her back. I kiss her clit and look up her body.

“Lark. Tell me what you want.”

“Wh-what?” she pants, tilting her head down. Water falls onto my face, and I blink it away.

“You’re holding back, baby. Don’t. What do you want?”

“I…God.”

“Nope, just Dan.”

Another choked laugh, but at least I know this time, it’s not from fear.

“I don’t know why I can’t come.” Her voice is plaintive and stirs something in me, some primal, caveman, alpha instinct.

“You can and you will, Birdie. Ride my fucking face if you have to. Use me. I’m yours.”

I dive back between her legs, plunging my tongue in and out of her heat a few times before replacing it with my fingers. I hear the slap of her hand onto the wall next to us and feel the other grip my hair tightly, so tight it almost hurts. But in the best possible way.

She starts to writhe against my mouth, and I know she’s finally out of her head.

I’ll keep her that way for the rest of the night if I have my way.

Her hips start to grind in circles, and I curl my middle two fingers over, pressing my heel to her clit as I press a kiss just above. “That’s it. Let go.”

She comes with a hoarse cry, her hips quivering, hands clenching, breath gasping. I don’t stop stroking her until I feel her sag against the wall. Only then do I slowly drag my fingers out and bring them quickly to my mouth to suck off every drop before the water washes it away.

I surge up and immediately lift her in my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist as I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth, her heels digging into my ass.

“Thank you, Jesus, for catcher quads,” she says, smiling at me in between kisses. I laugh, but secretly agree with her. All that time in the gym and spent in a crouch is paying off. I gently thrust my hips against hers, bumping her into the wall. We should probably get on with the actual shower portion of the evening so I can take her to bed and fuck her properly.

But that thought disappears when Lark sneaks a hand down between us, somehow wrapping it around my dick.

“Can you fuck me like this?” she asks in a low, sultry voice. “Are your legs strong enough to make me come against the wall of this shower?” She guides my dick to her entrance, dragging it back and forth as much as she can with how tightly pressed together we are.

I arch my brow, my jaw clenching with how hard it is not to plunge right into her. “Is that a challenge?”

She nods and I stop resisting, slowly pushing my way inside.

“Challenge accepted.”

She buries her head in my neck and I feel her lips press into my skin as I start to move, dragging part of the way out, then in again. It’s a little precarious, making sure I don’t draw too far out, to say nothing of trying to keep my balance and not send us both crashing down. But the feel of being inside of her without a condom erases any sense I might have once had.

“Shit. This… You… Fuck.” My words are a garbled mess as I try valiantly to steady my movements. But it’s too goddamn good, her heat surrounding me, squeezing me, consuming me. “Lark,” I breathe, her name a prayer on my lips. My hips stutter, and I have to adjust my grip so I can brace one hand on the wall, somehow managing to hold her up with the other arm banded around her.

I try to slow down. To make it last. But being in her bare is making me semi-feral, and there’s no chance.

“Tell me if you don’t want me to come inside of you,” I manage to grind out. Lark’s only answer is a moan and her lips smashing against mine. That pushes me over the edge and I spill inside her, jet after jet, my hips pounding her into the wall as she clenches around me like a vice. Her cries are muffled by my grunts and tangled in our kiss.

“Fuck,” I breathe when my orgasm finally ends. Our foreheads are pressed together along with the rest of our bodies. And despite my strength, I can feel my legs start to shake. Slowly, I shift my hips back, sliding out of her, and set her down, making sure she’s steady on her feet.

I kiss the top of her head, feeling my pulse slowly settle. Until she squirms a little and I look down.

“Are you okay?” I ask, tenderly pushing the wet hair away from her face.

“Yeah…it’s just…a little messy.”

“What? Oh. Fuck.” My fingers find their way between her legs, and I swipe at the sticky mess that is slowly oozing out of her, only to be rinsed away by the water running down her legs. “I probably shouldn’t find that so hot, but God help me, I do.” I rub my fingers in slow circles, and she goes up on her toes, whispering my name.

I push inside, just one finger, and rub in a circle. Lark’s teeth land on my shoulder, biting down as she whimpers.

“Can you give me another?” I don’t bother waiting for her answer, ducking my head to take her nipple in my mouth. I toy with it, using my tongue and letting my teeth graze across the tip, all while slowly sliding my finger in and out of her.

“Dan. More,” she whimpers and I am happy to oblige. Adding a second finger, I gently press my thumb to her clit. “Yes,” she cries, her nails digging into my shoulder. “Oh God, yes!” Her head falls back against the wall as I stroke her through another orgasm. This time when she feebly pushes me away, I go, sliding my fingers free and dipping my head to kiss her.

Then I take some shampoo and slowly start washing her hair. Relishing the simple act of caring for my girl, the mother of my child.

We have a lot to figure out. But right now, there’s no where else I want to be and nothing I would rather be doing.

A short while later, I’m wearing a pair of boxers with bananas on them, and she’s in my T-shirt. We’re wrapped in each other’s arms in the middle of my king-size bed.

“I want you to focus on baseball. This season is so important.” Lark’s fingers trail up and down my bare chest. “Your teammates were talking about you being distracted on the flight down here.” She looks at me, the worry clear in her eyes. “You can’t afford to be distracted, Dan. I could never forgive myself if this ruined your season.”

I move forward slightly so I can meet her lips and kiss her. “Lark, I was distracted because I was worried about you. About us. I knew you weren’t feeling well, and then when we talked, you sounded so distant. I didn’t know what was wrong, and I couldn’t fix it from so far away. But now, knowing it’s not something I did” — I pause and chuckle — “okay, well it is , but you know what I mean.” She slaps my chest and giggles. “Now that I know what’s going on, I feel great. I know we’ve got a lot to deal with, and it’s not always going to be easy. But I’ll do whatever I need to do to take care of you. You and baby bird. ”

I hear her sniff and I tilt her chin up, frowning when I see more tears in her eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t cry again, please.”

Lark gives me a watery smile, her hand coming up to brush away the tears. “Pregnancy hormones, Dan. I cry a lot these days.”

“But nothing’s wrong? I didn’t say something I shouldn’t have?”

She shakes her head. “Not at all. You’re perfect. I love that you’d support me, no matter what. That you respect me enough to let this be my choice. And I love that you want this baby as much as I do. But let’s get something straight. You have to kick ass this season. Which might mean putting baseball first sometimes.”

I open my mouth to protest, but she covers it with her hand. My tongue darts out to lick her palm and she pulls it away with a laugh. “Dan Montgomery, stop being a child.”

Giving her a mock pout, I take her hand in mine, bring it back to my mouth, and press a kiss there instead.

“Better. Now may I finish?”

I smirk and she goes on.

“We’re going to do this together. Have our baby. But if there are times when you’re away, and I’m home for whatever reason, I need to know you won’t get distracted again. That you’ll be able to focus on what you need to get your contract signed and take this team all the way.”

“I’m sorry, all I heard was that we’re gonna have a baby.”

Lark shrieks, and throws herself over top of me, her wickedly strong fingers pinching my sides and tickling me. We wrestle for a few minutes, both of us laughing, until her knee lands in my groin.

“Oh shit.” I groan, rolling to my side.

“Dan, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” Lark’s hands roam my body, and when she hits my hips, I pounce, pushing her onto her back and looming over her. I grab her hands and pin them beside her head.

“I’ll be fine. Good thing we did the baby making thing already in case there’s serious damage.”

Her hips lift and grind against my semihard dick. “Seems fine to me.”

I smirk down at her. “Listen, that’s a permanent state when I’m around you.”

She grins back up at me. “Well, maybe we should take care of that.”

“Maybe we should. What do you have in mind?”

In answer, Lark takes me in her hand, sliding up and down a few times until I’m almost fully erect. Then she notches me at her entrance. “I think you can figure it out from here.”

You bet your ass I can.