Page 90 of Scoring Lessons

I lazily continued moving my fingers, putting enough pressure to edge her, but refusing to give her the relief she desperately needed. “I know you like this.”

“How can you possibly tell?” she asked, her hooded eyes finding mine.

I ran my tongue across my bottom lip, trying to contain my smile. “Your pussy can’t lie, Olivia. You’re making a mess on my hand already, and I’ve barely touched you.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” she said, but her words held no bite.

My eyes settled on her chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were so pebbled, I could easily see the barbells through her dress. I wrapped my mouth around one of them.

She jolted and let out a breathless, quiet moan. Her pussy clenched around the tip of my fingers.

I grinned as I looked up at her. “You were saying?”

Her cheeks grew redder. “Point proven.”

I pushed both fingers back in as my gaze remained steady on her face. She shut her eyes as her mouth opened in pleasure, but she remained quiet.

“Open your eyes and look at the camera,” I murmured.

Her gaze landed on me in confusion. “Why?”

“I want you to see how pretty you look when you come.” I picked up the pace steadily. “I want you to see what I admire every time.” My words were raw and honest. Heavier than they should have been.

Her eyes shone with a hint of doubt, like she thought I’d only said it because we were in the heat of the moment.

If only she knew how much I loved when she took what she wanted. How she allowed herself to experience pleasure. How honored I was to experience these intimate moments with her.

I wrapped my mouth around one of her nipples again, the fabric of her dress becoming damp as I sucked. She arched her back and raked her fingers through my hair to keep me in place. Our heavy breaths and with the clenching sounds of her pussy were the only ones filling the heightened tension between us.

I leaned slightly back as I slowly added a third finger.

She shut her eyes and murmured a breathy, “Fuck.”

“I didn’t tell you to close your eyes, Olivia.” My voice was low, filled with an amount of need I hadn’t experienced before.

She fluttered her hooded eyes open, her gaze locking on the screen.

“Look at you,” I rasped through a small exhale as I stared at us through the photo booth screen. It was blurry—nothing fancy, by any means—but I could clearly see her parted lips. The heavy movements of her chest as she tried her best to keep her breathing steady. “So goddamn beautiful while taking what you deserve.” My gaze moved to her. I loved admiring her. I loved knowing I brought her this kind of pleasure. “If I could keep this memory forever, I would,” I said honestly.

Her breath hitched. Her pussy clamped around my fingers at my words.

“Do it,” she murmured.

My pulse spiked. “Are you serious?”

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t want something for keepsake, too.”

Thankfully, every time the pictures were done processing, they would print inside the booth, so there was no chance of anyone grabbing them or seeing them.

This was crazy, and the adrenaline that coursed through me was hard to contain.

I took a quick breath as I pressed the button.

“Don’t you dare look away from the camera,” were my last words as I picked up the pace when the seconds ticked down.

I ran my lips across the side of her breast, her shoulder, then her collarbone. Giving her kiss after kiss, like I wanted the taste of her skin to remain on my lips for the rest of my life. The perfect amount of sweetness with enough kick to leave me wanting more.

The flash went off when I wrapped my lips around the column of her neck and sucked her sensitive flesh.