Page 14 of Breakout
The breathlessness in my voice surprises me. It’s only been minutes, and he already has me primed and ready to go.
It’s like every time we have sex, he learns the cheat codes to my body. He learns exactly how to move in order to make me come.
Oh, and come I do. My neighbors have no doubts as to what is happening the way I scream out my pleasure with Beckett’s name on my tongue.
My hands clench in his hair as my body presses against his face. It feels like I’ve wet myself with how much of my essence is on the seat of the chair. When I finally am able to open my eyes and calm my breath, I look down at Beckett, finding his face drenched with his signature smirk, ever present.
“That’s my greatest accomplishment,” he tells me, moving my legs over his head so he can lean up and kiss me.
“What? Making me come? You do it daily,” I quip.
That only makes him smile more. “Glad you are well-pleasured, but no. I made you squirt.”
My mouth opens and closes like a damn fish.
Squirt? I’ve never done that before.
It’s like he can read my mind because he leans into my ear and whispers, “It’s what I’ve been training for. I might not have all of your firsts, but this one is mine. I own it.”
My body shivers at his words. He owns it like he owns me every time we fall into bed together.
I’ve never been with someone long enough for them to learn my body, nor have I wanted to be. I can see the benefits to it, though.
My hand moves to his pants, feeling his hard cock, but he pulls away.
“I’m stuffed. I should get going. You have studying to do.” He winks at me.
“What about you?”
He grabs his cock and squeezes. “Delayed gratification, Peyton baby. It makes the high that much better.”
Then he kisses me once more before leaving me in a puddle of my own juices, thinking about what the fuck he just did to me.
He ruined me.
No one will ever compare to Beckett Hayes.
Peyton thought I went to her place for her, but the truth is, it was selfish of me. I know she doesn’t like middle-of-the-day trysts, but I needed her. Needed to touch her and remind myself of what life could be like outside of my family’s control.
Peyton is my dirty little secret. One I wish was out in the open. It would cause me a lot of drama and grief, but it would be well worth it. She is the one thing that has renewed my belief that I am doing the right thing.
I want to be happy, not miserable.
When my father called and invited me to the house, I knew I needed something to calm me before I went. So I stopped to see Peyton.
Might seem like a stalker knowing her schedule and all, but it’s made things easier for us. We shared our schedules at the beginning of the semester so we could be on the same page.
After leaving her, I feel like I’m high on cloud nine. I’ve been researching for months about squirting. I wanted to see if I could make her feel so good her body couldn’t help but release. Not all women do it, but I knew that even if she didn’t, it would be fun trying.
The pride I feel at the accomplishment fills me the entire drive to my parents’ house. I don’t even care what bullshit my father is about to tell me. Probably more of the last meeting, which consisted of him telling me I needed to be prepared to step into my role at the company as soon as the ink on my diploma is dry.
I ignored him then, and I will ignore him now.
My first sign that something is off is when I see the other car in the driveway. It’s not my parents’, which means they have company. This doesn’t bode well for me.
Getting out of the car, I head up to the door. Gerald, our family butler, opens the door before I can even knock.
“They are waiting in the dining room for you. He is unhappy that you are late,” Gerald warns me.
