Page 112 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

over his abs.

“Oh my fuckin’ God…” leaves him raw.

I follow the soft trail of hair,

until it thickens at his pelvis,

and his pretty mouth falls open.

Eyes chained to mine, they drown.

His fingers tighten around my arm,

the one pinning his wrists behind his head.

“Allison,” he pants, wrecked.

“Gimme my hand. Lemme feel you.”

I give the smallest shake of my head.

“No,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers around his cock—hard, swollen, stretched and aching in the water between us—and drag my thumb over his thick head.

“Fuck—” he hisses through his teeth,

eyes falling heavy.

I stroke him again,

his brows bunching,

hips lifting like he can’t help it.

“Stay still,” I tease, stroking him again,

each pass tighter,

heat bleeding into my palm.

And he’s looking at me

like I’ve got a knife to his throat.

Like I could end him right now,

and he’d let me.

“Allison,” he groans, neck arching.

I look down at him through my lashes.

“Don’t call me that.

“One more time? I’ll drown you.”

A breath punches out of him.

The water laps up against my skin,