Page 40 of Leave Me Broken

“Fucking hell, Jailbird. You’re dripping down your leg.” Dragging a hand up my thigh, he cups me. He doesn’t move but the roughness of his palm feels good enough—especially when I move my hips.

“I’m so horny.” And pathetic, but he’s the one that makes me pathetic.

He groans the sexiest sound. “You and Parker have school and I don’t want to keep either of you up all night.”

I tilt my head. “Why would Parker be kept up?”

His lips curl back over his bright teeth and he chuckles. My stomach twists waiting to hear what he will say, because he’s smiling like the freaking Grinch when he was planning on ruining Christmas. “You kept Luca and Parker up last time.”

Horror fills every part of me. “I what?!”

His fingers curl and invade my body, he does a swipe, then pulls his hand out and brings it to his mouth and sucks. “You’re loud, babygirl.” I’m so embarrassed . . . mortified really. My boyfriend’s friend and his son have heard me come. Well, no wonder Parker hates me. He heard me calling his dad, daddy.

Reading my mind, Ash pins me against the bus again. His head drops and his lips brush my ear. I shiver despite still feeling embarrassed. “I like that you’re loud. Makes me so fucking hard hearing you scream for me.”

“I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be, we’re all guys. Hearing a girl moan with pleasure is never a bad thing.” He tenses and I know he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth. “Hearing you moan is never a bad thing.”

“Too late, Ash-hole. Let’s go before someone comes looking.”

We get to the front of the bus and Ash drops his hand from my back. I miss his warmth right away. “What are you doing?”

“Payson, I have a raging boner I can’t walk in there with this.” I smile, seeing the large bulge in his pants.

“Stop smiling.”

“What are you going to do?”

He shrugs and shoves a hand through his hair. “Think about my nan or some shit, I don’t know, just go because it won’t go away with you here.”

His grandma? Weird but okay. I walk back over to him. His eyes are hard, much like his dick when I brush my fingers over it.

He hisses. “Stop.”

But I don’t. I drag my hand up and down the length of his dick. I love the sounds he’s letting out. I love that his head falls back against the bus and he doesn’t push me away.

His pants are so soft I’m able to feel where his shaft starts and his tip ends. I use it to my advantage and cup my hand around it and jack him over his pants.

“Payson.” His throat bobs and his voice cracks. “Stop, fuck, stop.” But he doesn’t stop me. Ash could easily push me away, grab my wrist and force me to stop but he doesn’t, and I keep going.

“Are you going to come?” I whisper, hoping he says yes.

He doesn’t say it.

He fucking whimpers it. “Yes. Fuck. Make me come, baby.” God, hearing him whimper for me the same way I do for him makes me stroke him harder, faster. I want so bad to take him in my mouth and make him whimper again, but I really want to make him come in his pants.

His breaths grow shallow. He’s moaning my name and other vulgar words with it. He’s never looked hotter and it’s all because of me. Ash has shoved his hand in my pants and made me come against my will so many times, it’s only fair I return the favor.

“Come for me, Coach. Come because your player is stroking your big cock where anyone could walk up and see us.”

The bus rattles when his fist slams into the door. “Don’t, stop. Don’t fucking stop, Jailbird.”

With that nickname, something inside me bubbles. I shift closer, craving more closeness from him but keep pumping my hand. My arm wants to cramp but I am not stopping until he spills in his pants. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I’m scared. I don’t want to ruin the moment. His moans are louder now, so loud that if someone came outside, they would probably hear him. I still don’t stop and that bubbling in my throat boils over.

“I’m not, Daddy.”

It catches us both off guard when that word comes out. The other night was a fluke, I thought. Something that slipped in the middle of an orgasm. My hand trips up but Ash is quick to throw his hand over mine and keep it going.

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