Page 102 of Scoring Lessons

I slid my fingers out of her and reached for my towel, ripping it off my body like it was burning me.

The vein on the side of my shaft was pronounced, angry. With one hand, I kept her pinned in place against the door, her legs still wrapped around my shoulders. The other—the one I’d finger-fucked Olivia with—I wrapped my shaft and tightened my grip.

“This is what you do to me, Olivia.” My voice turned thick and pained as I stroked my cock. “Desperate to come after getting a taste of this pretty cunt.” My eyes flicked to her glistening pussy, and I spat on it, letting some of the saliva drip to the floor. “Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good and give me one more, baby. Please, I need it.”

She pressed her middle and ring finger against her clit, a gasp leaving her lips as she touched her sensitive flesh in quick circles.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned. My strokes turned faster. The mix of her breathy sounds and the sounds of her slick pussy was all it took for my vision to blur as thick droplets of cum spilled against my hand.

When my head finally stopped spinning, I let her go, letting her feet meet the ground.

Her laugh was breathless. “Oh, God.”

Oh, God indeed.

“Get in the bed, I’m going to get you some water and a towel to clean you.”

“I can barely move my legs,” she groaned.

I chuckled and draped her over my shoulder before standing and dropping her on my bed.

I turned to get a pair of boxers from my drawer.

“Nice ass.”

“You’ve seen this ass more times than we’re both comfortable with.” I looked over my shoulder as I put on my underwear.

“Yeah.” She lay on the bed with a knowing grin. “But this light is doing it for me right now. Who knew you had a juicy bottom, Hayes?”

“Don’t call me that,” I said before I was able to stop myself.

“Why? Everyone else does.”

“You’re not everyone else,” I replied in a moment of weakness.

I didn’t stay around long enough to see her reaction, because frankly, I was afraid.

Afraid I’d said too much.

Afraid she’d realize how this was becoming more than a list.

More than this casual, noncommittal thing we’d entangled ourselves in.

TWENTY-SIX

OLIVIA

A PLUS FOR TEAM EFFORT.

“Here.” Wesley handed me a bottle of water. “Make sure you drink it all.”

“Care to tell me what the hell happened back there?” I’d never had such an intense orgasm in my life. I didn’t even know I was capable of such a thing.

His knees met the bed, and he softly parted my legs and cleaned me with a warm towel. Then he helped me put a pair of his boxers on.

He was so gentle, so indescribably him, my chest hurt at the sight.

Control yourself, heart. This isn’t the time.