Page 116 of Break Points and Face Offs

Will finds my hole and slides a finger in, forcing me to pump faster down into his mouth. I slack a little on my job while I lose control, but Will doesn’t seem to mind. He clamps me tightly and sucks hard, lapping at my head with his tongue when I start leaking uncontrollably. I see stars when Will makes me come, bucking into him until I can’t take any more.

I have to pull out to catch my breath, resting my head on his thigh.

“Okay, babe?”

“Yeah. So good.”

He lets out a soft laugh.

“What are we going to stuff your mouth with while I make you come?”

“Mm, I’m sure I’ll manage.”

“Cocky asshole.”

He puts a pillow over his face while I get back to work, loving the taste and smell of him as he overtakes my senses.

He is mine, I realize, not for the first time.

And I have won. I have won in the only way that matters. And the only way I was able to win like this was to lose.

I run my hands up and down Will’s sexy thighs as he shakes under me. Tugging my hair, whispering my name. Priestley. Rosie. Baby.

We have to leave early the next morning to get back to school, so when I roll over and find Will still in the day bed, fast asleep, I go into panic mode.

“Urgh, wha—?” He rubs a hand over his face while I try to shake him fully awake.

“You fell asleep down here,” I whisper-shout. “Hurry up before your parents get up.”

He rolls over and unlocks my phone to see the time.

“Too late,” he says.

“What?”

“It’s, like nine-thirty. They’ll definitely be up by now.”

I flop onto my back, trying to formulate a plan. “You’ll have to sneak out somehow.”

He laughs, turning over and draping an arm across my chest. “Relax, they won’t mind.”

“It’s disrespectful. I’ve openly disrespected your parents’ hospitality by defiling their son in their own home.”

Will makes a weird noise and shifts into a sitting position. “How did you ‘defile’ me, you lunatic?”

He plants an annoyingly casual kiss on my lips before standing up. I’m momentarily distracted by those impressive glutes and the way his cock swings heavily between his thighs.

“See something you like, Rosie?” he asks, turning with a satisfied grin.

I groan. “Just sneak out. I’ll follow you in five minutes.”

“I’m not doing that. Come on. Time to face the music.”

I’ve never done the walk of shame before, but I can’t imagine it could be much worse than emerging from your boyfriend’s parents’ basement with your hair all disheveled and a sheepish look on your face.

Will’s mom spots us first from the armchair. She barely tamps down a smirk before looking away and pretending she didn’t see us.

“Good morning,” she says, consulting her watch. “Or should I say good afternoon?”