Catching Lily (Spring Training Book 2) Page 11

  She didn’t move. Goose bumps covered her skin. A lump in her throat kept her from speaking. The desire to obey his every command was forefront in her mind. It might have been kinky, but she’d ponder that further later. It felt so damn good. And she knew firsthand what he could do to her body with that deep growly voice.

  He stepped up behind her, gathered her hair again, and put a band around it to hold it at the base of her neck. “There. Now you can’t hide behind the curtain.”

  She shivered at the realization of his intention.

  He circled to her front, paused, and then returned to her back. “Shoulders back, Lily, like you had them before.”

  She jerked them back, straightening her spine, raising her breasts.

  He stepped in front of her again. “Yes. Like that. Your tits look amazing when they’re lifted toward me. Do you know how sexy your breasts are, Lily?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Mmm. They’re so full and pert at the same time. I’ve never seen such light pink nipples.” He stepped toward her and reached out to pinch them both briefly. He seemed to like to do that. He did it often. And it was effective. Her pussy always jumped to life as if connected to her nipples in some way. Did he know that? Clearly.

  He slowly circled back behind her, stroking his fingertips over her shoulders. “So damn tiny.”

  She was small. There was no denying it. Especially compared to him.

  He crouched behind her next, his fingers trailing toward her butt. He traced the outer curve of her ass, teasing too close to her rear hole.

  She squeezed her cheeks together involuntarily.

  “Uh-uh. Don’t move.”

  She forced herself to release the clench, but it was hard. She wasn’t sure she could take it if he touched her there. Not yet. She wasn’t ready. No one had penetrated her there. Dominic was the first person to even hint at doing so.

  He reached lower to stroke her thighs, both hands flattening on the backs of them.

  She swayed forward, trying to remain upright as his arms brushed hers. “How come I’m always naked and you’re not?”

  He chuckled, but his voice wasn’t filled with mirth. It was…admonishing? His lips landed on her ear. “Because I’m in charge, and you’re not. So how about you not ask questions and let me handle things?”

  She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.” Shouldn’t she be mortified by his statement? Instead, she was even more aroused. Every time he took the reins and asserted his authority further, she grew hotter. Was she testing him?

  Maybe.

  One hand reached around to splay over her belly.

  She loved the way he held her steady, pressing on her in a possessive way that made her feel protected. At the moment, she needed that.

  His other hand eased around to the front of her thigh until his thumb and forefinger reached perilously close to her pussy. If he touched her, she would come.

  He rubbed his beard against her neck, making her shudder. “Are you wet for me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her words were breathy, barely audible.

  With the one hand still covering her belly, he reached between her legs to pull her lower lips open. It was maddening feeling the cool air in the room hit her wetness without his touch. All she could think about was contact with her clit or her channel. Anything. Her brain was overloaded with the need to come.

  “What do you need, baby?”

  “Touch me, Sir. Please?”

  “Where? Your cheek?”

  “No. My pussy. Please touch my pussy, Sir.”

  He must have liked that answer because he rewarded her with the stroke of one finger through her wetness, dragging her arousal up to her clit and then circling the little nub until she squirmed.

  “Stay still. Don’t try to control this.”

  She stopped wiggling, but it took effort while her brain screamed for him to touch her. More. Harder. Faster. Anything.

  “When are you permitted to come, Lily?”

  “When you say so, Sir.”

  “That’s my girl. I’m going to touch your clit. I’m sure it’s swollen and needy. You won’t come until I say so. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Unspoken were the repercussions of her disobedience. What would he do if she came before he commanded it? And was she willing to find out? No. Not yet. Not this early in the relationship. She assumed he probably owned whips and paddles and all sorts of tools of the trade she wasn’t familiar with. But she wasn’t prepared to ask yet, and she didn’t think she was mentally ready to experience more than he’d shown her.

  Perhaps he truly was that sensitive to her needs and knew exactly how far he could push her.

  The tip of his finger grazed her clit, and she made a noise she’d never heard before.

  “Oh, I like that.” His lips were on her ear again, driving her mad.

  He also moved his finger away just as fast and lifted his hand to tease a nipple instead.

  She groaned at the loss.

  “Be grateful for what you have, baby. Concentrate on the feel of my fingers wherever they touch you. Don’t be greedy for more than you’re offered.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She spoke those words, but they didn’t sound sincere. Would he notice? If he did, he didn’t say anything.

  Instead, he teased her nipple with light touches, circling it over and over until it was much larger than its twin. It was nearly painful. She found herself wishing he would pinch it hard instead of this torment. By the time he moved his hand to the other nipple, she was writhing inside, unsure she would be able to keep from crying out in frustration.

  “Such pretty pink buds. I love how they respond to my touch.” He circled both of them in turn, his finger too far away from the tip to do anything except make her hope for more. Over and over he repeated the same action until she longed for him to touch her nipple more than her clit.

  Then he flicked his finger over one distended tip, making her yelp. “Oh, yeah. That’s a girl. Enjoy what’s offered. Never beg for more.”

  Holy shit. He had controlled her so thoroughly that she craved his touch on her nipple over all else.

  Suddenly, he pinched one nipple hard. “Come for me. Now, Lily.”

  She couldn’t believe it, but her body obeyed his command, her clit pulsing out her orgasm with no contact at all.

  She gasped, trying to catch her breath as he finally released his grip on her offended nipple.

  “That was so beautiful. I think you deserve a reward. Don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She’d take any reward he offered.

  “Lean forward. Elbows on the carpet. Legs spread wide.” He released her, and his body disappeared behind her.

  As she lowered her upper body to the floor, she realized he was standing behind her, removing his clothes, close but not close enough to touch.

  She heard the tear of foil, and then he was back on his knees, his hands on her hips. “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She literally willed him to enter her.

  He grabbed his cock, dragged it across her pussy, and then thrust into her with no other warning.

  She screamed. “Oh. God.” It felt so wonderful. So full. So perfect. Every nerve ending inside her came to life at the sudden intrusion. It made sense to her why he might fuck her like this without touching her first. She’d never felt so ready. So aroused.

  His hands held her hips steady while he thrust in and out of her core.

  Her breasts swayed with every stroke.

  Her clit longed for attention he didn’t give it. His thrusts were fast. Hard. His grip almost painful. It grounded her. Kept her in the moment. Kept her from reaching the edge.

  Her mind screamed out for more. She bit her lip to keep from pleading with him. She trusted him. He had his reasons.

  When he came, he groaned low and long, holding his cock buried deep, making her nearly cry with the desire to join him. Spent, he pulled out. “Don’t move.”

  He left the room so fast her knees shook.
Her pussy throbbed with unfulfilled need. The previous orgasm hadn’t been enough. It hadn’t even touched the surface. If he didn’t let her come, she thought she might die.

  “Flip over onto your back, Lily.” His words startled her.

  She hadn’t heard him return. Her ears were ringing. Her body shivered as she rolled onto her back on the plush rug. What was his plan?

  He was gloriously naked. So fucking sexy. His cock stood half-aroused, bouncing in front of him as he lowered to his knees and inched forward. “Spread your legs wide for me. Show me that pretty pussy.”

  She drew her knees up and let them fall open to his view. It was disconcerting having him stare at her. But also sexy. His gaze was intense. Lustful.

  “Pull your lips apart with your fingers, Lily. Let me see more.”

  Her hands shook, but she reached between her legs and did as he requested. It killed her to avoid her clit when she really needed more.

  “Masturbate for me, Lily. Show me what you do when you’re alone.”

  She froze. Masturbate? Now? For him to watch?

  He lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Show me, Lily. Show me how you like to be touched.”

  She bit her lip while she stroked a finger through her folds and then across her clit. Fear gripped her. Not embarrassment about masturbating for him, but fear that she would disappoint him. No way was she going to come from her fingers. She could come easily with a vibrator, but not by hand.

  “Close your eyes. Go into your head. Go to the naughty places you go when you need release…”

  She flushed at his words. How did he know what she thought about when she masturbated?

  She did have places she went in her head. And he was right, they were naughty. Did all women do that? No way could she go there now. Not with him watching her. Could she?

  Did she even need to? As she stroked her clit, increasing the pace, she realized all the imagination she needed behind her eyelids was the thought of him watching her. She pictured his intensity. His approval. She worked harder, her mouth falling open, her head tipping back.

  She kept her eyes closed as he requested. Every vision in her mind was of him watching her, commanding her to touch herself. Demanding she come for him. She grew more aroused. Maybe she would be able to make herself come.

  As she got closer, she panted. Her legs stiffened. Her feet flexed with her heels against the rug.

  Suddenly, he grabbed her hand, pulled it out of the way, and sucked her clit into his mouth.

  She screamed. The driving need was so close to the edge.

  He sucked again and again, drawing her clit between his lips and flicking his tongue over it each time.

  Her heels dug into the carpet. She tried to lift her butt off the floor, but he gripped both her hips and held her down. Her fingers grabbed his head and wove into his hair.

  When his tongue darted into her pussy, she came. Her orgasm washed through her harder than expected, each pulse shaking her body.

  So totally freeing.

  Chapter Seven

  Dominic stared down at the wonder before him. He had been watching her sleep for an hour. She looked so peaceful nestled among the covers of her bed. Dark purple sheets and a comforter surrounded her. As soon as she’d fallen into a deep sleep, he’d eased her onto her back and slowly pulled the sheet down to expose her breasts.

  He would never tire of staring at her naked breasts. Her nipples were semi-stiff from earlier. They were surrounded by the gentle abrasions of his beard, the perfect amount of kink.

  After taking her on the living room floor, he had moved her to the kitchen and fixed them both a quick sandwich. They were starving. He didn’t mention the police or her ex or the violence or threats again that evening.

  He also didn’t mention all the gut-wrenching information she’d shared with him that morning. She had been through so much and had come out so strong from it. Did she realize that? It was her strength that made it possible for her to submit to him so gloriously.

  After she’d gone to work, he’d called his parents and spoken to them for over an hour. How long had it been since he did something like that? He had no idea. He spoke to them nearly every week, but he rarely gave them so much of his undivided attention. He was pretty sure he heard his mother sniffling back tears as he shared the latest baseball stories with them. He didn’t mention Lily yet. It was too soon. But he’d learned a lesson from her about how fragile life was, and he wouldn’t squander that gift. He loved his parents, and he would make sure they knew it more often.

  Now it was after midnight, and he couldn’t rest. Not because he and Lily had unresolved problems but because he needed to stare at her. She was like a drug. And he was an addict.

  Forcing himself to relax, he lowered his head to the pillow next to her, settled his arm across her belly, and closed his eyes. Sleep was a long time coming. Listening to her breathing was a beautiful experience.

  He was in so much trouble. For the first time in his life, he wanted something so badly he might spin the table and beg for it. But he wasn’t completely convinced she would agree.

  They were enjoying themselves, but did she think it was all sex? It might seem that way to her. She hadn’t given him any indication she might agree to visit him in Jupiter for the next month, either. He needed those six weeks to continue wooing her before the regular season started.

  Baseball was one of the worst sports for maintaining relationships. He would play one hundred sixty-two regular season games. Eighty-one of those would be out of town. That was nearly every night. Any new relationship was often doomed. Especially if the woman in question wasn’t particularly a fan of baseball.

  He had to make her see his way somehow in the next few days. Then he needed to get her to visit him often. It could be done. It had to be done. He wasn’t the type to plead with a woman, but he might consider trying that hat on if it proved necessary.

  It seemed like minutes between when he finally succumbed to sleep and woke up smelling coffee. He rolled onto his back and smiled at the ceiling.

  Lily wasn’t in the room, but he figured she was in the kitchen. If he followed his nose, he would find her.

  He rolled to the edge of the bed, stood, found his boxers, and shrugged into them. After using her bathroom and brushing his teeth with the toothbrush she’d given him last night, he made his way to her living room.

  Two steps in and he stopped dead.

  She wasn’t alone. Another woman, who looked like a younger version of Lily, was sitting at her kitchen table. She would be Ava. He remembered seeing her at the wedding. She lifted her gaze when he entered and smiled. “Damn. I was just accusing Lily of making you up. If she did, she did a great job. You’re truly as hot as she told me.”

  He smirked, wondering if he should turn around and find his jeans.

  Lily leaned against the counter, sipping a mug of coffee. She might have also been hiding a grin. It lingered when she lowered the cup. “Coffee?”

  If it didn’t bother her that he was underdressed, he wasn’t about to let it bother him. In fact, she wore nothing more than a white tank top and tiny soft pink boxers herself. The tank top was tight and thin. Her nipples were not only pointing toward him, but he could see the outline of their color.

  Was she trying to kill him?

  He sauntered toward her as she turned her back to him to pour another mug of coffee. When he reached her, he pinned her to the counter, splayed his hands on the granite on either side of her body, and nestled his chin on her shoulder. “Morning,” he whispered.

  Her nipples grew before his eyes. Good.

  She wiggled her ass against his growing erection, unintentionally, perhaps in effort to dislodge him, but still maddening.

  “Coffee?” She lifted the mug off the counter—hoping to get him to back off?

  “Mmm. It looks too hot.” He nuzzled her ear. “So do you.” His voice was low, though perhaps not low enough for her sister to miss his words. And he knew this woman
behind him had to be her sister.

  Finally, she bucked her ass into him and shoved him off. Not that she had the strength to accomplish such a thing, but he took the hint and let her worm her way out of his embrace.

  He grabbed his mug and turned around.

  “Ava, this is Dominic. Dominic, Ava.”

  He headed toward the table, took a seat across from Ava to hide his erection, and reached out a hand. “Nice to meet you. It’s uncanny how much you look alike.”

  Ava flushed, licking her lips. Her gaze roamed up and down his chest. “I remember seeing you at the wedding, but there were so darn many baseball players there it was hard to focus.” She giggled. “Jesus, Lily. You seriously misled me.”

  “Come on, Ava. That’s ridiculous. Can we change the subject? He’s cute. I told you he was. Now stop staring at him. He’s too old for you.” Lily shocked him with those words, and she leaned over his back possessively, resting her arm across his shoulders.

  Was she jealous of her sister? Or worried? And how the hell old was Ava for fuck’s sake? She didn’t look that young.

  Ava gasped. “Too old for me? Are you serious? He’s four years older than me. He’s eight years younger than you. Don’t feed me that shit.” Her gaze shot to Lily for a second, but then back to Dominic.

  She addressed him next. “I googled you.”

  He smiled. “Of course, you did. I would have done the same.”

  “Except there’s nothing to be found under my name.” Ava giggled and shrugged. “Maybe someday.”

  He liked her. He could tell she was genuine, the real deal, like her sister. She was far too green for him, but he liked her.

  The truth was, he rarely dated women his age and never younger. He liked older women. They had more confidence. Knew their minds. Owned their ability to submit. Younger women weren’t ready for what he expected of them. He hadn’t specifically mentioned that to Lily, though.

  “You can stop ogling him now.” Lily lowered into the chair next to Dominic but maintained an interesting possessive touch on his arm that he’d never seen from her before. He liked it. Some jealousy. She turned her face toward him. “I was telling Ava about Luke.”