With her moans still echoing in the air, I loosened what little control I still had and came. I bent forward slightly, hanging my head as I tried tostifle my quickening breaths. My eyes pinched shut, my teeth digging into my bottom lip.
I was coming in my goddamn pants, and she hadn’t even touched me.
As her breathing settled, I forced myself to slide my fingers from her. I trailed the tip of my pointer down her inner thigh, painting a B into her delicate skin.
One glance down revealed evidence of what I’d done. How utterly feral she made me.
Internally, I cursed.
“What’s wrong?”
Her small voice had me moving my attention back to her, where she was now perched on her elbows and looking utterly spent.
I opened my mouth to tell her nothing was wrong, because really, nothing could be in this moment, but then her eyes fell to my lap.
Her brows rose. “Did you…?”
“Yeah.” I ran a hand through my hair before dragging it over my mustache. I could still taste her sweetness there. “I did.”
The room was silent before she moved into a sitting position, pulling the blanket over her lap. The knowledge of that secret B still staining her skin had me hard all over again.
“Beck—”
“Don’t say that was a mistake,” I begged. I couldn’t handle it if she did.
Her lips smacked shut before she went on. “I wasn’t going to.”
I gave her an incredulous look.
“If this is going to become some sort of habit between us…” she went on. The flush of her cheeks was still bright and distracting, but I forced my brain to focus. “We have to set boundaries.”
I choked. “Boundaries?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Yes.”
“You want to tell me not to touch you? Pass.”
She frowned. “Not like that, Beckham.”
“You can’t establish rules between us while you’re not wearing any pants.”
She crossed her arms, trying to look tough, but all it did was make me smile. “Maybe we can discuss this tomorrow, then. Besides, I can’t focus either when all I can think about is licking your cum off your thighs.”
Air caught in my throat and my eyes turned watery as I sputtered a cough.
She smirked, like her plan had worked.
“Fine. Tomorrow, we’ll discuss this.” I held up my fingers and slid them in my mouth. My tongue lapped up the remnants of her before I pulled them out with apopand aimed them her way. “But mark my words, Parker. You’re not depriving me of this again.”
She rolled her eyes, her teasing clear on her face. “We’ll see.”
I shoved to a stand, planting my hands on my hips. Her eyes dipped to the impression of my hard dick through my sweatpants—and the wet spot that had formed there—before meeting my stare.
“It’s bedtime, Parker.”
“Is it?”
My brows lowered. “Test me tonight, and see just how much of a rule follower I am.”
