Recklessness surges through me. I get up slowly, walking around the coffee table to stand in front of him. His hands slide up my legs, tugging me closer by the belt loops of my shorts, and I climb onto him, straddling his thighs.
Warm palms go straight under the hem of my shorts, rough skin grabs my ass and tugs me flush against the thick, hard press of his cock straining his jeans.
A gasp punches out of me.
“Mm, needy,” he mutters.
I bite back a laugh that comes out breathless. “Says the guy about to ruin his laundry.”
That ghost of a smile pulls at his mouth, but his grip only tightens.
“Keep talking, Parnell. Let’s see how long you last.”
I rock into him slowly, moaning at the friction. “Not my fault you make studying so…efficient.”
“Lesson Two,” he rasps, grinding my hips harder against him. “You don’t get to hide how much you want it. You show me.”
“Lesson Two is you’re bossy as hell,” I pant, biting at the curve of his jaw. His pulse hammers under my lips, and I almost—almost—go higher, where a kiss would change everything. But not yet.
He groans low, grip tightening on my ass. “Fuck, Lulu, ride it. Show me how bad you want it.”
I rock against him faster, my nails biting into his shoulders. “God, Logan—”
“That’s it,” he whispers, hot at my ear. “Feel what you’re doing to me? You’re shaking, and I haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.”
A moan shudders out of me as I rock my hips harder against his straining cock, his hands flexing under my shorts to pin me tighter.
“Fuck, look at you.” His voice goes ragged, almost reverent. “So desperate. You like this, don’t you? You like knowing I’ve got you.”
“Yes,” I breathe before I can stop myself. My whole body jolts at the admission, but his eyes flash, dark and hungry.
“Yeah, you do.” His lips brush my temple. “Such a good girl.”
The words light me up, heat bolting through me so fast I cry out.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” he murmurs, so smug and sure now. His hips surge up to meet mine, hands dragging me over him harder and faster. “What else is on that pretty little wishlist, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“I want your hands,” I pant, “everywhere. I want your mouth all over me. I want to know what it feels like when you’re not holding back.”
“Fuck.” His voice cracks as his hands drag me over him faster, grinding me down like he needs it just as much. “Atta girl, so fucking desperate. You gonna come for me?”
The praise shreds me. I break apart in his lap, trembling violently, clinging to him as wave after wave crashes through me. He doesn’t let me slow, keeps grinding me down, groaning at every sound I make until I’m panting against his neck.
Only then does his own control snap. He groans deep in his throat, arms locked tight around me, grinding me through it.
“Fuck, Lulu. Just like that. So damn good for me.”
His hips jerk up, a sharp whimper tearing from his chest as he stiffens and comes hard in his jeans.
For a moment, we cling to each other, panting in frantic and uneven breaths. My lips hover at his throat, close enough to taste salt, close enough that a kiss feels inevitable. I’m still trembling when he finally loosens his grip, his breath hot at my temple, thighs iron under mine.
Finally, he drags a hand down his face. “I need a shower.”
I huff out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. Me too.” Then, because I can’t help myself, I tilt back enough to meet his eyes. “We could save water, you know.”
His eyes snap toward me, a humorless laugh scraping out of him. “Lulu.”
“What?” I say, feigning innocence, though my smile gives me away.
