Page 26 of Shut Up and Score
I let her. Because this is what I’m supposed to want. What I’ve always wanted. Right?
She slides to the edge of the bed, moving me to sit and then dropping to her knees between my legs without waiting, eyes looking up at me with that sweet, glossy-lipped look I’veseen a hundred times. Her hands are steady as she works me over with focused care. Her lips soft as she kisses along my limp dick. Sucking the head into the warmth of her mouth.
And I try.
I try to be in the moment.
To want her.
But it’s not working.
Not until I close my eyes. Not until I stop seeing Jasmine. And start seeing him.
Micah.
Knees spread. Mouth slick. That smirk curling at the corners of his lips. That bitter tongue of his—bratty, unforgiving, hungry.
My breath hitches, hips jerking forward as Jasmine takes me deeper. I fist her hair hard enough to make her moan, eyes still shut, brain miles away from this bed.
I can feel it now. The heat, the rush. My body responding with a vengeance. But not to her. To the fantasy I’m not allowed to want.
I push deeper into her mouth, eyes shut, teeth clenched, chasing the edge as though it’ll erase the truth I can’t admit out loud.
I’m so far gone, I almost say his name.
Almost.
My grip tightens in her hair, body moving on instinct now—hips thrusting slow at first, then harder, deeper. She makes a noise in her throat that I’m pretty sure is approval, and I go with it, using the sound, the sensation, the fantasy.
Micah.
Mouth full. Eyes dark. Need for my cum plain on his face. His taunting words completely muffled by my dick.
I fuck Jasmine’s mouth like I’ve imagined fucking his—hands in his thick curls, his throat working around me, that filthy smirk wiped clean as I push him to his knees and take exactly what I crave.
My jaw clenches, muscles tightening as I chase the edge, and when I come—hard and hot in her mouth—it feels like a punishment. A secret confession I’ll never speak out loud.
Jasmine swallows and pulls off with a smile, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb like it’s nothing.
She crawls up beside me, eyes soft and a little dazed. “Damn,” she murmurs, curling up against my side, voice syrupy and satisfied. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I am not complaining.”
I force a breath through my nose. Nod.
She presses a kiss to my shoulder, still glowing. “I love when you’re a little rough like that,” she adds, tracing circles on my stomach with her finger. “You always hold back. That was…”
She grins.
“Hot.”
I swallow, throat dry. I’m a shit person. My arm comes around her automatically. She nestles into my side, still pretending we’re some perfect couple, like this meant something more than misdirected need and emotional whiplash.
After a minute, she shifts.
“I want my turn,” she whispers, her hand sliding lower again, fingers teasing my half-mast cock.
My body tenses. Micah’s gone now. The fantasy burned out with the high. And all I’m left with…is her. And me. And the lie we’re both still telling.
I capture her fingers with a lazy smile, trying to sell it like it’s about her, not me. “I’m not quite ready, I don’t want todisappoint you,” I murmur, kissing the back of her hand. “And isn’t Samantha due back soon?”
