Page 204 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Parker, will you please show me your pretty pussy…please.”
Fuck if the accomplished smirk doesn’t make her even more irresistible.
I step closer, the magnetic pull I feel toward her at an all-time high.
Honestly, I’d give my left testicle right now to be able to touch her, taste her, make her mine.
But all those thoughts fall from my head when she finally does as she’s told and spreads her thighs for me.
My eyes drop to her, and my mouth waters.
“Fuck, you’re even more perfect than I remember,” I breathe.
“Linc.” I don’t know if it’s meant to come out as a warning, but all I hear is her begging for me.
It’s everything I’ve wanted to hear for six long years.
“I’ve got you, babe. I’ve always got you.”
Reaching out, I snag her abandoned vibrator and hold it up, inspecting it.
“I’ve listened to you, you know.” I don’t know where the confession comes from, but before I know it, it’s out in the open.
Parker’s eyes widen.
“The first time I heard you moan, I thought something was wrong, so I moved closer to your room to check. Then I discovered the truth.”
“Oh my god, Lincoln,” she cries, covering her face with her hands.
Too late to be embarrassed now, babe.
“Look at me,” I command, and her hands fall away in a heartbeat.
“Do you know how fucking hot it is, standing on the other side of the door, listening? Do you know how fucking hard I get, hearing you enjoy yourself? Do you know how fucking hard I come after I’ve heard you get off?” Her thighs shift as if she’s going to pull them back together. “Don’t you dare move,” I warn.
Her response is a roll of her hips.
“You’re killing me in the best way here, pretty girl.”
Her eyes shutter at my new nickname for her.
Well, it’s not new. I’ve been thinking it for years, and I’ve only allowed myself to use it on one occasion.
Clearly, she remembers that occasion just as clearly as I do.
“Does hearing that I get off listening to you make you hot?”
“Yes,” she answers honestly.
I reward her by pressing the button on the end of her vibrator, letting it come to life.
“Is this the one you use when I’ve been listening?”
She nods, her eyes locked on the toy as if she can summon it closer with a hungry look alone.
“You have no idea how fucking jealous of this thing I am.”
Lifting it to my lips, I stick my tongue out and swirl it around the tip, letting her taste flood my mouth.
