Page 105 of The Great Dating Fake Off
I let my head rest on the tall chairback as I meet her eye. “I’m more of a Q and A kind of guy. Ask me whatever you want to know.”
Her brows lift. “About the room?”
My gaze falls to her chest, which I am now eye-level with. “Sure.”
“Hmm.” She steps between my legs, forcing them apart. “You’ve really never brought a woman in here before?”
“Nope. What with my rule and all.”
“I see.” Eyes swirling with heat beneath the brim of my cap, she straddles me, canting her hips forward so I can’t peek at what’s under her dress. This also centers her right over my lap. Her hands clasp the back of my chair. “So, I’m the first?”
“You are.” My forehead falls against the warm crook of her neck. She’s the first and only one I want in this space. The thought sends a terrifying bolt of pleasure and fear through me. “Did you dress up for me tonight?”
“Maybe.” Her nails rake my scalp, sending goose bumps down my neck. “I wasn’t sure how you felt about dresses.”
I tease my mouth across her collarbone. She squirms as I nip her with my teeth. “You knew exactly how I’d feel about this dress.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“It clings to you just right and shows off your curves. It’s so thin I can see the way your perfect ass jiggles when you walk.” I swat her hard with one hand. “I could flip it up and fuck you in less than a second if we were anywhere else.”
“Like this?” She hitches the cotton over her hips, revealing sheer black panties with thin, breakable straps. Everything is visible through the mesh fabric.
“You enjoy teasing me within an inch of my sanity.” I flip my hat on her head backward and steal her mouth, greedy for her lips. Plush, soft lips I’ve fantasized about the same way I have the rest of her. She moans into my mouth as I anchor one hand on her jaw to control the depth and pressure, taking what I need.
My pulse jackhammers through my body as her tongue moves in demanding strokes against mine. I grow sloppier and looser and so does she, both of us opening our mouths wide and provoking each other with filthy licks and bites. She’s moving up and down, the same way she would if she were riding me.
I rip my mouth away and exhale. If there’s a point of no return, we’re nearing it.
In more ways than one, if the ache in my chest is to be trusted.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me under this roof.” She lifts to her knees, hovering over me as she dusts her hand across her inner thigh. The smooth expanse of skin begs for my tongue. “Are we allowed to touch ourselves?”
“Fuck.” My hips move beneath her. “Lose the underwear and let me see you.”
She shimmies them down her thighs, never breaking eye contact. I hold her steady with a hand on her waist as she removes them completely and closes them in my fist.
And then she straddles me again, this time draping her legs over the arms of the chair. Gloriously bare and spread for me.
Her fingers slide through her slick skin. She’s already so worked up one touch gets her panting. “Aren’t you going to let me see you, too?”
My hands roam the contours of her back and shoulders as my attention remains glued to where she strums herself. “I don’t trust myself not to fuck you.”
She slides one finger inside herself and lets out a ragged breath. “Please?”
This woman loves playing with fire and apparently, I’m more than happy to fall into the flames. I unbutton my jeans and take myself in hand. She lets out a sound that makes me feel like the most wanted man alive. I stroke myself once, slow and hard. It’d take ten seconds of that tops and I’d be done. “Distract me so I don’t put my cock right where we both want it. Give me a show.”
She uses her free hand to tease the top of her dress down before unclasping her bra. Her tits bounce free, ready to be handled.
I break away from watching her finger disappear in and out to nudge her bra aside and give her perfect tits the attention they deserve. Her stiff, rosy nipples pebble fully under my inspection. “Can I touch those at least?”
“Nope. They’re a part of me. Can’t touch.” Her gaze falls back to where I’m stroking myself in lazy pulls. “Can you do it faster?” Her voice is breathy and a little shy, which is adorable considering she’s fucking her fingers on my lap. “Please, I’ve always wanted to”—her voice hitches on the last word as she adds another finger—“watch.”
I jerk my hand up and down for her as she moans my name, working herself even faster.
“Fuck,” I rumble. “Look at you. Taking your own fingers almost as good as you take mine.”
Her hooded gaze stays on my hand as a deep blush colors her cheeks. “I wish it was you.”
