The Dugout - Meghan Quinn Page 0,80

a breath and her body shifts, her fingers moving as well, so deathly close that my entire body hums with need. “I love that they come in all shapes and sizes and that each and every one is beautiful in its own right. And, they seem to define the woman they’re attached to.”

“Oh?” she asks, her lashes fluttering as she opens her eyes, her breathing making her chest rise and fall against my hand. “What do mine say about me?”

“Well, I haven’t really gotten a good look,” I say, my fingers going to the edge of her camisole. I test my chances and lightly pull on the neckline. She doesn’t protest, so I pull a little more. Not fully exposing her, but bringing the fabric close to her nipple, I say, “From what I can tell, from the outside, you act small and shy, but when you let yourself free, you’re larger than life and so fucking sexy.” Over the camisole, I make small circles around her nipple, the peak pressing dangerously against the fabric. I drag my thumb over the nub, and the feel of her breast under my hand is incredible. Perfect.

“God,” she groans, the sound full of lust. “That feels . . . that . . . God, you’re turning me on so much.”

With a confession like that, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back tonight like I planned. When I came over, I was thinking a little make-out session with some snuggling, maybe a grope here and there, but this game, this moment, I was not expecting at all. Nor was I expecting her to be so vocal about how she’s feeling. Milly’s confidence in baseball I understand. She lives and breathes it. But her natural sexiness? It’s wanton. Sensual. She’s a goddess.

“Ask me a question so we can move this little touching game along.” I pinch her nipple and her chest lifts off the bed, her mouth falling open in surprise.

“Carson,” she breathes. “Play . . . nice.”

“No way in hell. Your hand is so fucking close to my cock, teasing the shit out of me, that I’m going to make sure you get the same torturous but amazing treatment. Ask away.”

Her smile is pained, but in a good way. “It’s actually your turn to ask me a question.”

“Oh fuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “Okay, uh . . . favorite color. Go ahead, touch me.”

She laughs and the sound hits me hard in the chest, sending a wave of heat through my bones. So sweet, so hearty, so fucking beautiful.

“You can’t ask a simple question, it has to be thought-provoking.”

“That’s thought-provoking,” I strain out. “So many fucking colors, so hard to answer. Take your time and feel free to use my dick as a thinking stick.”

“You’re so ridiculous.”

“I’m desperate,” I say, my voice cracking. “Fuck, Milly. I don’t think you have any idea how much lying next to you, practically naked, touching me, is affecting me. I’m seconds away from losing my cool and pinning you to this bed.”

She nibbles on her lip and quietly says, “That wouldn’t be such a bad thing.” Her fingers move lower and connect with the head of my cock, eliciting a long, slow hiss from me.

Holy.

Shit.

She touched my dick, just touched it, and now there’s a strong, forceful throb beating up and down my body.

“Milly,” I grind out. “Answer the question.”

Detecting the agony I’m going through, she takes her time but doesn’t leave me hanging. Her index finger makes the softest pass over the tip of my cock, back and forth, back and forth. My cock jumps and twitches under her touch, begging for more.

“I guess you’re right, but this is a hard question to answer.”

Her finger circles the head. And my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“I mean, there are so many different shades.”

Her thumb falls to the underside of my cock and very lightly presses against a throbbing vein, lowering with its length. The sensation is too fucking much as she passes over a sensitive spot, causing my hips to buck up, pressing my cock directly into her hand.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” Christ. My hips rock against her hand. “Shit, Mills.”

In an instant, her fingers wrap around my length, and she squeezes so hard that I groan loudly. I’m actually nervous the other girls on the floor will think there’s a feral wolf in Milly’s room.

“Green, I think it’s green.”

“The fuck if I care,” I say, right before bringing my hand to her

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