Page 75 of Perfect Score

“What are you doing? Are you leaving?” he asks, a frown forming at the idea that I’m about to leave him in the tub alone.

I have no intention of leaving until I get my fill of Brent-created orgasms… as many as he’ll give me.

I lift myself and press my knees to the outsides of his thighs, pushing his legs to the middle and allowing me to straddle him. A little of the water swishes high enough to spill off to the side, but the bathroom is completely tiled so I don’t concern myself with it. It can be cleaned up later.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

I look down between us to find his cock as hard as ever, pointing up at me. He follows my line of sight to his erection.

“What do you plan to do with that?” he asks, his eyes hooded.

I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his cock.

His eyelids flutter closed for a second, and then his jaw tightens. He exhales slowly like it’s taking everything he has to keep it together.

When his eyes open again, he stares back into mine, his bright green eyes dilated with arousal.

I brush my thumb over his perfect head, and he groans at my touch.

“After watching you come on my fingers, I’m on a hair trigger. I might explode in your hand right now, and there isn’t much I can do to stop it.”

I bite down on my lip to keep from grinning like an idiot at how much I can affect him and how quick he is to admit it.

Liam was never like this. Never open about us or sex or what he was struggling with mentally or physically.

Brent is the complete opposite of everything Liam is, and for the first time in years, I feel seen in the bedroom.

“Maybe I want you to come,” I admit, because the idea of Brent coming with me this time is all I want tonight.

He blows out a breath and glances down to watch my hand smoothing over the top edge of his cock’s head.

“Tonight is only supposed to be about you. I promised you that,” he says, sliding his right hand over my thigh that’s straddling him, his eyes wandering over my bare breasts.

“Then, if it’s about me, I need to know what this feels like,” I tell him, running my hand down this thick shaft.

“And I’d love to feed your curiosity.” He grins.

His hands move toward my butt, each hand gripping as much as they can hold and pull me into him closer.

I push up on my knees and hover above his legs where I sat, his cock still in my hand as I inch closer.

“Are you going to ride that cock?” he asks, his eyes glued on my face, waiting for my answer.

“I’m on birth control,” I tell him.

“I’m clean,” he says back.

I nod and lower myself onto him.

“Jesus...” His head falls back, and his eyes clamp shut the second his head enters me.

He’s big, and he doesn’t slip inside easily, even with how wet he got me with his fingers. I’ll need to work him in slowly, but the stretch already has my eyes wanting to roll to the back of my head.

His smooth cock pushing into me is pure heaven.

I rotate my hips to help take more of him, and his hands grip me to stop me from inching him farther into me.

“Whoa, hold on. Go slow, or I’m going to come,” he says.

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