Homerun Proposal (Orleans University, #1)

by Maren Moore

“Trust me when I say there is nothing in this world sexier than you are, Hallie Edwards, and there is nothing more that I want right now than to watch you come.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Hallie. So goddamn beautiful,” he rasps,

“That’s it, baby, keep going. I want you to soak my leg. Come for me, Hallie Girl.”

“Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Hal,” he murmurs,

I just… fuck, I’m not ready to give her up yet.

Because I can’t fucking breathe, and the only way I can is with you. My fingers hover over the screen, and I respond: Me: I need you.

I step forward, framing her face in my hands as I press tightly against her. I fucking needed this. To just… touch her. To be close to her. To breathe her in. The pressure in my chest lessens when she’s

the one person I wanted to run to… Is her.

“Because Hallie… you’re the only person that I feel like me around.”

I just… I had to get out of there, and the only thing I wanted was… you.”

Being with Lane feels entirely too right, especially when he says things like that. It almost feels like it’s not just about the proposal. His hands slide to my waist, and his fingers press into my back as he holds me tightly. Our chests are pressed so close that my breath turns into his breath, and I lose myself in his gaze.

“Hallie?” “Y-yeah?” His lips turn up into a playful smirk. “Really wanna kiss you right now.”

I want him to need me just as badly as I need him.

“Worried someone will see me eating your pretty pussy, Hal?” Oh god. Oh GOD. JESUS CHRIST. Swallowing, I nod, my nose crinkling. “A little?” “Don’t worry. I would never let anyone see what’s mine.”

“I know baby… I know. It aches doesn’t it? Right here?” He leans forward, swiping his tongue along my throbbing clit through the thin fabric of my panties. “Don’t worry, my tongue will make it feel all better.”

“I can’t wait for you to come on my face,” he rasps, licking his lips and leaning in again. This time, he sucks my clit into his mouth with only the thin scrap of cotton separating my drenched core.

“Need you to be quiet, baby. Think you can do that?”

“Christ, Hallie,” he groans, dropping his forehead to my stomach while his hands grip my waist. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Look at you, baby,” he murmurs, bringing his fingers up to part me. My heart pounds erratically in my chest as his fingers graze my slickened flesh. The first time anyone has ever touched me there. “So pink and pretty. Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Hal.”

Good thing I followed Viv’s advice and shaved every single thing on my body, including my asshole, which honestly was hilarious since I was using my phone’s camera as a guide.

“There’s nothing sweeter in the world than you, Hallie. Fuck, I could spend the rest of my life between your thighs.”

“Good girl,” he says, that same cocky grin on his lips. Until now, I’ve been too caught up in the feeling of his lips on me to see the wetness now coating his mouth and chin, and it’s so… dirty, so erotic, that my legs do actually buckle when he buries his face back between my legs and eats me like a man starved.

You’ve never been to heaven until you’ve heard Lane Collins praising you as a good girl, and I will take no opinions on this.

“That’s it, baby.” His hot breath ghosts against my pussy, the words vibrating against my already sensitive, swollen, and slicked skin. “Fuck yes.”

“Don’t get shy on me now, Hallie,” he muses, my favorite smile of his present. “You’re perfect, and trust me when I say I can’t fucking wait to do that again.”

favors. Now, don’t you want to know what I want? Hallie: Tell me. Lane: Sleep in my bed until I get back. Hallie. What? No, I can’t do that. Lane: Hallie Girl, sleep in my bed. I wanna think about you in my bed while I’m gone. I want my sheets to smell

Lane: Can’t stop thinking about how sweet you taste, Hallie Girl…

Lane: My bed, Hallie.

“In my shirt and in my bed?” Licking his lips, he groans, “You’re trying to fucking kill me, Hallie.”

“You like that I’m wearing your shirt? I, uh… I-I ran out of clean clothes, and I didn’t want to get in your bed in something that wasn’t clean, so I just borrowed one from your drawer and⁠—” “Hallie, you have no idea what it does to me seeing you in my clothes. Knowing you’re sleeping in my bed. Fuck, I wish I was there.”

“I wish you were here too.” A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “What would you do if I was, Hallie Girl?”

“There is literally nothing you could do that wouldn’t turn me on, Hallie. You just existing makes my dick hard.”

“I’m pretty sure that thing is not going to… you know, fit,” I mutter, squinching my nose. “Oh, baby, it’ll fit. It might be a tight fit, but there’s no possible way you’re anything but perfect for me.” He comes back into view, a sly smirk on his handsome face. Jesus, he’s talking about his dick fitting inside of me and still somehow manages to say it with charm.

“What if seeing you come is what I want?” “You want to see me come?” I nod without hesitation this time. It’s absolutely what I want. There’s nothing I want more than to see Lane Collins’s face the moment he comes. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking right now to have that look in your eyes.”

“This is what you do to me, Hallie,” he rasps as he reaches down and palms his cock, giving it a slow pump. “You make me so hard it fucking hurts. Slip your fingers into your panties. Touch yourself.”

“I wish I could see you right now, spread out and wet for me, my fingers buried inside of you with my tongue on your clit. I want you to ride my face.”

“You want that, baby?” His voice is low and deep. “Coming on my tongue?”

“There’s nothing sweeter than the taste of you. I want to fucking drown in you. To bury my face in your pussy and never leave.”

“Slide a finger inside of you, baby. Think about how it will feel when I slide my cock inside of you. How full you’ll be. I want to watch my cock stretching you open, how you’ll open and take all of me. Milking my cock.”

“I’m… I’m… Lane,” I murmur, my lips parting. “Are you going to come, baby?” I nod wordlessly, losing my ability to speak as I’m in the throes of pure bliss. My orgasm builds, higher and higher. “When I’m home, I’ll put you on your knees with your perfect little ass in the air and put my cock so deep in you, Hallie, you’ll feel me for fucking days. I’ll watch my cum slip out of you and then make you stay that way so you feel it for the rest of the day.”

“Holy fuck,” he grunts when he’s able to form words. A shy giggle leaves my lips, and I exhale. “Uh… yes. I guess we can check that off my proposal.”

“Gonna need a few minutes first, Hallie Girl. I noticed that you got louder… when I mentioned coming in you. Does that turn you on?”

“Don’t be afraid to tell me the things that turn you on, baby. I need to know so I can make this better for you. If it helps… the thought of coming inside of you turns me on so fucking much. I think I’ve got a kink for it.”

“If you want me to fuck you bare, I will, Hallie. As long as you’re sure.”

“I’ll be home soon, okay?” He smiles. “I can’t fucking wait to see you. Thank you. For giving me that first, Hallie.” “Mhmm,” I hum sleepily. “You can have all of my firsts.” I’m half-asleep as I whisper the words, and the last thing I remember before my eyes shut is the look in Lane’s eyes. It feels like… adoration.

At first, I hated it. I hated that no matter what room in the house I was in, I couldn’t escape her or my want for her. Then, I found myself smiling when I saw another decoration being added or that now we have scented dryer sheets as opposed to the wool balls we used before.

Now, I love that no matter where I go in my house, there’s a piece of her there. She’s somehow imprinted herself in my life, and I can hardly even remember what it was like before she lived with us.

I open the door to my room quietly, and the first thing I see is Hallie curled up on her side in my bed, both of her feet poking out of the bottom of the comforter as always. I knew from all the years of her being in my life that she couldn’t sleep without her feet being uncovered, as if the blanket covering them would throw off all of her body temperature, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.

Her wild hair is framing her face as she sleeps, her dark lashes fanning out over her pink cheeks. She’s so fucking pretty that it’s hard to breathe when I look at her. My chest does this funn...