Page 78 of Flipping the Script

Did anyone else get to see this side of him?

And why did the thought of being the only one excite me so much?

“Fuck, stop,” he gasped.

I pulled back. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He sagged on the desk, boneless and limp. “Got too close.”

“You almost came from having my tongue in your ass?” I asked, absurdly pleased that it wasn’t just true, but that he’d admitted it.

“Don’t sound so smug, asshole.” He shot me a quick glare over his shoulder. “Are you going to prep me, or am I doing that myself?”

Standing, I dragged my dick down his crease.

He moaned as my cockhead teased his hole. I did it again, and this time, I was the one who moaned.

“You look so hot like this,” I rasped, fumbling to reach my wallet so I could thumb out the packet of lube and condom I’d stashed in the billfold. “All spread out for me and waiting for my cock.”

“You’re doing a lot of talking for someone who claims to want to fuck me so bad,” he grumbled.

“Patience.” I tore the lube packet open and squirted a healthy amount onto my fingers. “The best things in life are worth waiting for.”

He huffed out a laugh and shifted so he was leaning on his hands. “You’re making some pretty big promises. You sure you can deliver?” He shot me a cheeky grin and wiggled his ass.

“Don’t you worry.” I spread some of the lube over his hole, unable to stop my own cheesy grin. “I’ll have you screaming in no time.”

“You’d better not.” He pushed back against my finger. “How are we supposed to explainthatto everyone?”

“That sounds like a challenge, Miller.” Gently, I pressed my finger inside him.

“Of course it does.” His tone was teasing, almost affectionate. “You can turn everything into a competition.”

“Like you can’t?” I pushed in deeper. His sharp inhale made me pause. “You good?”

“Yeah.” He adjusted his stance. “It’s been a while.”

“Are you sure you want to do this here?” I pushed my finger even further, sinking in to the second knuckle. “I’m not exactly small.”

“I can take you.” He tossed me a smirk and clenched around my finger.

“Now who’s turning everything into a competition?” I pushed my finger the rest of the way inside him and twisted it to find his prostate.

“Jesus!” He jerked like I’d zapped him with a cattle prod.

“I thought that was your name? You can call me Bas.” I pumped my finger inside him a few times. “Or ‘oh god.’ Your call.”

“You keep promising me the moon. You’d better deliver,” he said, his voice strained.

“I thought you didn’t want me to make you scream? Something about your whole family and all your parents’ friends being downstairs. You don’t want them to know how much you love getting fucked?”

Thankfully, with the layout of the building, the bedrooms were on the opposite side of the house from where the party was being held. We’d have to be pretty loud to be overheard over the music and the ambient sounds of the party.

But it was still fun to taunt him about it.

“Not particularly.” He groaned and pushed back on my hand. “Give me two.”

Carefully, I worked a second finger inside him. “So bossy.”

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