Page 60 of Puck Block

Despite growing up together and having an obvious soft spot for her, her little stunt tonight–both of them–is beyond enough to provoke me.

I let a few minutes of silence pass before I hear another sigh, and that’s when I quietly rise from the bed and stalk across the room.

“You think I can’t force you into talking?” I ask, staring down at her darkened form on the bed. She turns toward the wall and puts her back to me.

What a little brat.

“I think I can hold out a lot longer than you think,” she whispers over her shoulder. “Don’t forget, I’ve lived with your tormenting antics for years.”

My lips curve as I walk right into the deep end. I rip the blanket from her legs and climb onto the bed.

“What are you doing, Ford?” The way my name falls from her lips is enticing. She can act annoyed, but I know, deep down, she isn’t.

“You’re right…” I slip an arm under her pillow while the other arm falls to the curve of her torso. “You have lived with my tormenting antics over the years…” I move my mouth to her ear and whisper, “But never like this.”

Touching her is euphoric. My heart swells, and my dick tingles when I pull her t-shirt up high enough to expose her hip. There’s a throb in my temple from clenching my jaw so hard, and I want to sink my teeth into her skin after I slip my fingers underneath the very top of her panties.God.I love the way she feels against my palm.

“Ford.” My name squeezes out in between her raspy, shallow breaths.

“Rethinking how long you can hold out until you agree to talk?” I tease.

She shakes her head quickly but pushes her ass against me. My eyes widen, and I drop my head to her shoulder to brace myself. I continue rubbing my finger against her skin until I feel goosebumps rise to her flesh, and then I push her a little further.I take my middle finger and swipe it just low enough to drive her wild. There’s heat pulsing from in between her legs, and it makes me feral.

I know how wrong this is, but I crave to know what she’s hiding between her legs. I want to feel her on my fingers and lick them clean so I can finally stop wondering how good she tastes.

Fuck.

Taytum’s feverish breathing is the only sound I hear besides my racing heart. I inhale deeply, smelling her sweet shampoo, and attempt to hold myself back.

Don’t give in.

I brush a finger over her clit, and she shivers. Something inside of me breaks when I pull back, and I almost bite my own tongue off.

“You think I’m going to give in that easily and touch you?” My words are strained, and that’s exactly how I feel on the inside. “I will tease you until you’re begging me to let you have that orgasm you’re desperate for…” Taytum flips to her back, but I’m quick to pull my hand out of her panties so I don’taccidentallyslip a finger inside her.

What a grave mistake that would be.

“I don’t need you,” she snaps.

I act fast and quickly pull up on her panties. The rip of the lacy material echoes throughout the room, and she gasps. “Looks like you don't need these panties, either.” I bundle the scrap of fabric in my hand and chuck them to the floor.

“Ford.”

My heart flatlines because my name is more of a moan coming from her mouth.

I might die if I don’t touch her.

But she’ll die if she doesn’t get her shit together and stop fucking with her insulin, which is why I refuse to let her win this little game.

“Hmm?” My finger trails down one thigh slowly and back up until I move to the other one. I brush her clit with my knuckle on the way, and she whimpers.

“Stop it.”

A chuckle leaves me. “Ready to talk about it?”

“No.” The moon has moved to the corner of the window, and if I wait just a couple more minutes, the glow will land right on her, and I’ll get the perfect view.

She’s playing dirty, though. Her sexy little whimpers and heavy breathing are highly addictive, but I’ve been keeping myself from her for years, so I know I can hold off until she breaks. I was born for this.

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