Page 89 of Scoring Lessons

Her breath turned choppy when my hand started to travel upward, slowly and deliberately, and I pushed her legs slightly open.

My eyes met hers. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Her eyes searched mine, and she ran her tongue across her bottom lip. “Don’t stop,” she said, breathless.

Her orange sundress was short and flimsy; I easily lifted it without issue. When I reached for her center and grazed my knuckles against her panties, I found them damp. She let out a quiet whimper when I continued to graze my knuckles back and forth.

My cock swelled at how worked up she already was.

“Does it turn you on knowing we can get caught?” My question was barely a whisper.

She hesitated to answer. Her chest was heaving, her cheeks turned red.

“Words, Olivia,” I ordered.

“Y-yes,” she said shakily. Quietly.

“Hmm.” I dropped a kiss on her neck as I parted her legs even wider. God, she smelled amazing. Her skin was so soft against my lips, too. She was perfect. “Good.” I cupped her pussy, pushing a finger through the fabric. She moaned. “You’re so wet already. So eager to take more.”

“Please,” she begged quietly.

“Please, what?” I taunted then nipped her ear.

“I need to feel something. Anything.”

“I know, Livvie girl.” I hooked a finger underneath the lacy fabric and pushed it to the side. Her pussy was glistening, her inner thighs dripping with arousal.

“Fuck,” I breathed out. My body broke out in goosebumps. “Such a pretty pussy.” I ran my middle and index fingers up and down, gathering some of her wetness before I touched her clit and ran my fingers in lazy circles.

“Wesley,” she moaned, one of her hands reaching for my bicep and gripping it tightly.

“Shh, shh.” I moved a few of her hair strands with my free hand. “You gotta be quiet. Can you do that for me?”

“I can try,” she said, her voice trembling.

“If you obey, you know I’ll reward you.” My smile was lazy and knowing.

She chomped her bottom lip, trying to keep the sounds in check when I pressed my fingers against her clit.

“Good girl.” I pushed my index finger in slowly.

A small groan got lodged in my throat. She was warm, and tight, and so goddamn slick.

“Jesus, Olivia.” My throat turned dry, and my cock strained against my jeans painfully. “You’re tight. Can you take more?”

“Yes, please.” She squirmed. “I need it.”

“Open your legs wider.”

There wasn’t much space left, so when she obeyed without hesitation, I guided one of her legs over my thigh to give myself the access I needed.

I dropped a kiss on the column of her neck then ran my tongue along it as I slid a second finger in. “So obedient.”

“Fuck you,” she said breathlessly.

I clicked my tongue, pulling my fingers out until they were barely in. “That was naughty of you.”

She let out a frustrated groan. “I thought this was supposed to be fun.”