“Fuck,” I hissed under my breath.

Blake’s cock was still buried deep inside me, half-slack but still thick enough to keep me stretched to the brink. I felt him pulse once—a defiant, rhythmic throb that proved his body didn't care at all that my mother was standing two feet away on the other side of that thin wooden door.

My walls squeezed him on pure instinct. He sucked a sharp breath through his teeth, his fingers digging into my hips with bruising force.

In one fluid motion, he withdrew. The wet, suctioning sound of him sliding free made my face burn; it felt deafening in the silence of the garage....