We fumble and tug at each other’s clothes, separating our mouths long enough to get my shirt off and Stevie’s dress over her head. She’s braless, which I probably should have expected, since it was backless. The last time I saw her topless was the morning after she woke me up with all that racket. I didn’t have the time or the wherewithal to fully appreciate what I was seeing then.

I cup her breasts, so full and perky and perfect, with her sweet pink nipples peaking in the cool air. I circle them with my thumbs and push them together, nuzzling into the valley on a groan.

“So fucking luscious.” I bite the swell, kissing one and then the other, savoring the salty, sweet taste of her skin, before I take a nipple between my lips and suck the tender skin.

Stevie gasps and arches, fingers sliding into my hair and latching on. I trace the pert nipple with my tongue and scrape along the tip with my teeth, smiling against her tit when she issues a low warning and her fingernails dig into my scalp.

“It’s payback time, bae.”

“Payback for what?” she asks breathlessly.

“For tormenting me for weeks with sports bras and tiny shorts. I had blue balls for a month.”

“How is that my fault? And you started it with the boxer briefs that hide nothing!”

“At least you could get yourself off after a session if you wanted.” I suck the other nipple roughly, biting hard enough to make her gasp.

“So you’re going to punish my nipples because I could make myself come and you couldn’t?” Stevie’s eyes are on my mouth, close to her nipple but not quite touching.

“Is that what you did? Make yourself come after I went home?”

Her gaze flips up to mine, and her tongue peeks out as she nods.

“How often?” The words are rough like sandpaper. I want this to be the same on both sides, for her to have struggled the same way I have all these weeks, fighting the same attraction.

“Pretty much every night.” Her admission is steeped in vulnerability.

“What’d you think about when you were getting yourself off?” I roll her nipple between my fingertips.

She’s silent for a few seconds, long enough that I drag my gaze back to hers. Her cheeks are flushed pink, but her tone is full-on sarcasm. “Grocery shopping.”

“Oh yeah? What were you shopping for while you were finger fucking yourself?”

“Dick-shaped items, obviously.”

“Obviously.” I tongue her nipple, swirling around it in slow, lulling sweeps. Just as she starts to soften under me, I suck hard, and she groans my name. “God, I love the way that sounds.” I move to the other nipple. “You know what I’m going to love hearing even more?”

Stevie runs her fingers through my hair. “What’s that?”

“You begging me to make you come.”

She huffs a laugh. “Not likely.”

“Mmm. You wanna place bets?” I smile when she tugs roughly on my hair.

“I thought you were turning off your asshole switch for an hour.” I think she’s supposed to sound annoyed, but instead she’s breathless.

“You flip one switch off, and you have to flip another one on to compensate.”

“What’s this switch called?” She drags her nails along the back of my skull, causing a shot of icy heat to run down my spine.

“Dunno. Whatever the level above asshole is.” I settle between her legs, and we make out, me rubbing myself on her while she shifts under me, both of us seeking friction, neither one of us willing to bow to the other.

Stevie manages to wiggle her fingers down the back of my pants, nails biting into my ass, knees pressed against my ribs. My brain feels like it’s fritzing out from all the contact, which is crazy, because she’s been touching me for more than a month and I’ve been able to handle it fine, until now.

Her hand is on the move again, and suddenly her warm fingers graze my cock through my boxers.

I groan into her mouth and thrust, trying to get more contact. The weeks of pent-up tension, along with the injury that’s prevented me from being able to jerk off like a normal athlete would, means the brief contact already has me more fired up than if I’d watched a six-hour porn marathon on ecstasy.

I tear my mouth from Stevie’s and push up on my forearms, trapping her hand in my pants. I pin her with a glare. It doesn’t have quite the impact I anticipate.

Stevie smirks. “Should I assume you fucked your hand before you came to stake your claim on me tonight?”

I quirk a brow. “Listen to that dirty mouth.”

Her grin widens. “Is that a yes?”

“What do you think?” Of course I managed my situation. I’m not an idiot. However, based on my current physical responses, I’m not sure my preemptive measures are going to make much of a difference.

Stevie tilts her hips down, providing wiggle room for her fingers, which slide farther into my pants. She bites the edge of my jaw. “Do you know what I think?”

“What’s that?” I lift my hips so she has more room to explore.

“That no matter how well prepared you think you are, you’re still going to lose control a lot faster than you want.” My cock jerks as her fingers glide along my shaft over my boxers. “You know what I want?”

“What’s that?” I can barely function already.