Page 81 of The Great Dating Fake Off
“Wait! Let me—” She turns herself around, still positioned over my face as she kisses down my stomach. Moving lower. Before I can so much as breathe, one single lick up my shaft has my hips off the bed. That alone sends a cascade of heat up my spine.
This will be brief.
I bury my tongue inside her to distract myself from her teasing. She gives me an inch of her hot mouth. It’s already so good, even when she’s being slow and delicate. It takes everything I’ve got not to thrust into her.
I pour all my energy into fucking her with my tongue and fingers, so hard and fast she falters, gasping against the fevered skin of my cock. She will come first if it kills me. I’m learning just how she likes it, what angle drives her wild. Her legs start to shake and she spasms around my fingers. My shaft falls out of her mouth just long enough for her to cry my name in the dark.
Her urgency rebounds and she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, closing her hand over what’s left. Every inch of me, consumed in some way by her.
And then she sucks. Hard.Nothing, nothing could feel better than her.
“If you don’t stop—” I choke out as I try to roll us sideways so I can pull out, even though all I want is exactly this sensation for the rest of fucking time. “I’m going to come. Now.”
She hums. I’m too close, and then it’s too late. She seals her lips, holds me captive, takes it as I pulse into her mouth. Down her throat.
It feels better than the best fucking day of my life.
I struggle to catch my breath, to gather the composure she siphoned straight from my body.She slides off me and rubs a palm up and down my leg, bringing me back to reality.
I crawl so we’re facing the same direction and collapse in a heap beside her. I intend to kiss her, but when I pull her against me, we hug instead. All I want to do is hold her and bury my face in her hair.
She’s left me speechless, but one singular thought plays in my head.Don’t let go. The words feel like they are being carved into my skin one jagged letter at a time.
“Tonight,” I say. “Your room or mine?”
I hope she heard me loud and clear: I want her again.We both want to do this again, right? We’ve already broken the touching barrier and so long as we’re careful, we can spend another night together.Several nights.
“Here,” she says. “It’d be awfully awkward in my room with Benji there.”
Her gaze meets mine and my breathing calms at her joke. I can see in her eyes that we’re on the same page.
She rises to her feet. “I should change. I didn’t bring my phone and even though I doubt my mom or anyone else tried to reach me, I need to get back and check.”
I smack her bare ass. “Get moving, then.”
She meanders to the bathroom with a smile on her face. I track down my own clothing and throw it on—because it’s weird to stay naked if she’s not—and wait for her by the door.
Her romper is wrinkled and her hair is a mess when she emerges into the hall. She tucks into her short white boots one at a time.
“See you soon. Family fun awaits, I’m sure.” She halts next to the door and pushes up on her toes.That is her kiss-me command.
I move in and press my lips to hers. “Thanks for a fantastic wake-up call.”
I grab the door and hold it open, arm bracing high enough for her to slip past. She backs into the hall slowly, wearing a dazed look that matches how I feel.
It’s early. We’re spent.
I’m in trouble.
Her eyes are bright. “You know, you’re quickly becoming a favorite of mine.”
“Me and mango and lobster bisque.” I tug her by the wrist and pull her against me, turning her sideways to press her against the doorframe. “Which one tastes the best?” My hands hold her warm cheeks and her breath hitches as I move in for one last soft, easy kiss.
“You,” she whispers.
I asked for it, and still the word knocks the wind out of me.
I release her and step back into my room before I fuck her against the hallway wall. The last thing I see is her mile-wide grin as I shut the door.
