Page 45 of Perfect Score

What I'm doing is wrong, but I can't help it. It's been a while for me, and I've always wondered what prom night in that hotel room with him would have been like.

I arch against him again, his groan growing louder, his arms squeezing tighter, and then I hear it.

"Zoey?" but this voice is so much more aware than the last time he spoke.

He's awake.

"Huh?" A sheepishly question passes through my lips.

I've been caught—damn it.

He'll never let me live this down.

"Was I talking in my sleep?" he asks.

I moment falls between us before I speak. "Uh… yeah."

I hear him swallow and clear his throat of nighttime grogginess.

"Were you pushing against me?" he asks, his hand starts to slide down the front of my body, painfully slowly and gently.

"Yeah," I admit.

Another moment of silence until he speaks again.

"Do you want some help with that?" he asks, his fingers low at my belly.

I nod slowly, licking my lips.

I should say no and pull away, but I need this. With everything going on with Liam, I just want to feel good… just for a moment.

"Would you like it if I did this?" he asks, his fingers just barely moving past the waistband of my panties.

I take in a sharp breath, my back arching again, pressing against his erection.

Brent pushes his cock harder against me—we both groan at the feeling of connection but it's not as close as I wish we were.

"Yes," I tell him.

Brent’s fingers continue their slow descent, teasing the edge of my panties. His lips graze the back of my neck, sending shivers across my skin.

Every inch of my body is hyper aware of his touch, the heat radiating off him wrapping around me like a warm blanket. I can feel him hesitate for a moment, waiting for any sign from me to stop, but I can’t. I can’t say no.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispers against my ear, his voice rough with need.

I shake my head, my breath coming faster, anticipating his expert touch. His fingers finally slip into my heat, between my pussy lips, coating themselves in the arousal he created. His touch is featherlight as he traces the sensitive skin, taking his time, building up my desperation for his fingers to stretch me. My thighs clench, I need so much more.

His hand moves lower, his fingers pressing harder against my center but not entering me yet. "You’re so wet," he mutters, moreto himself than to me, the sound of his voice sparks heat deep within me, and more arousal coats his fingers again.

I reach my hand behind me, gripping around the back of his neck to anchor me to him. His free hand snakes its way up beneath my shirt, sneaking under my bra and kneading my bare breast. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever touched," he mumbles against my throat.

I bite my lip, trying to suppress the moan threatening to escape. My body is betraying me, responding to every touch, every word, every movement of his. This shouldn’t be happening, but God, it feels too good to stop.

His fingers dip inside me, and a soft gasp escapes my lips. My head falls back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure starts to roll through me in waves. Brent’s breathing is ragged now, his hand moving with a steady rhythm, coaxing moans from me that I can no longer contain.

"Does that feel good?" he asks, his voice thick, as his lips brush against my neck, while he thrusts his cock against my ass cheeks, over and over again, pressing against me from behind as his fingers take my pussy.

I can only manage a breathless "yes" in response, my body already unraveling beneath his touch.

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