Page 117 of Faking it For Summer

“Maybe this was a mistake,” I blurt. “Maybe we shouldn’t have slept together. Maybe we should forget this ever happened and just move on with our lives.”

“How can we do that, Mia? I was inside of you last night.” He stares at my lips. “Those lips were on my cock. My tongue was on your clit. You came on my face. I can still taste you on my lips.” His fingers brush against his lips. “That sweetness, that absolutely amazing scent of?—”

“Luke, I do not want to talk about that right now.”

“Why not? It happened, and we both enjoyed it. Or are you telling me you didn’t?”

“You just don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what, Mia?”

I rip the sheet off and stand up in front of him, naked. His eyes immediately focus on my breasts, on my pussy, and the glaze over with desire. I push him back onto the bed and lean down and kiss him. He reaches up and touches me softly. There is a questioning look in his eyes, but I don’t care.

I run my fingers down his chest and to his jeans. I undo his belt buckle and pull it off. I unzip and pull his pants down and pull his briefs off so that his cock is there, springing free. I get on top of his lap and rub myself back and forth on him, his thick length sliding and gliding against my wet slit.

He groans as he looks up at me. He still looks surprised and shocked. I grab hold of him and position him between my legs, and I slide down, taking all of him inside of me.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” he groans out. “Mia.”

I ride his cock slowly at first, and he reaches up and plays with my breasts. I move back and forth gently, and then I bounce up and down. He grabs my hips and moves me faster and faster. I lean down and brush my nipples against his lips, and he sucks on them as I continue to ride him.

I feel my orgasm coming, and I scream in pleasure as I come on top of him. He groans a few times, and then he bounces me up and down faster and faster until he is exploding inside of me. I collapse down on him and then kiss his lips. I grab his face and kiss him slowly. I want to remember this moment. I gaze into his eyes, and then I roll off ‌him and head to the shower.

“Wait, what are you doing?” he says as he sits up. “What was that about? You were just angry at me, and then you just fucked me. Mia, you’re confusing me.”

I look back at him and just shake my head. “This is how you made me feel,” I say. “I got mine, and now I’m going to go in the shower, and then I’m going to grab breakfast and go hang out with Juniper and do some work.”

“What? Mia, we need to talk. Obviously, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t want you to feel used in any way. I like you a lot.” He stumbles over his words. “This—it means something to me.”

“Does it, Luke, or was it just sex? At the end of the day, you chose your need to take a phone call over your need to be there for me this morning, knowing that we had done something shocking in our friendship, in our relationship, and we’d crossed so many lines and boundaries. I would’ve thought you would be there for me this morning.”

“I’m here for you now, Mia.”

He jumps up off the bed and heads toward me. He grabs my hand and pulls me into him, but I push away from him. Our naked bodies are within inches of each other, and I feel like every nerve ending of mine is being activated by every nerve ending of his. We stare at each other. I’m glaring, and he’s looking confused and annoyed and frustrated.

“So, you’re really just going to fuck me and then leave?” he says.

“Yeah. I mean, it doesn’t feel so great, does it?” I breathe.

He just shakes his head. “Really, Mia?”

He reaches out and touches the side of my face, and as much as I want to hold him to me, as much as I want to make it better, I’m still caught up in my own feelings. I’m still caught up in my hurt, and I’m still confused by what I just did. My body had wanted him—wantonly, passionately—and I had him, and it didn’t feel good. That didn’t feel like making love. It felt like raw, rough sex, and I knew I was hurting inside.

I just want this to mean something more than it does, but I can’t tell him that. I know I’ve already been acting crazy, and by the look on his face, he is as confused as I feel.

“I’ll see you later, okay? The big party’s tonight, and we need to make sure we’re on for that,” I say. “I think we both want to make sure of that.”

“Okay, so you’ll be back later, or?—”

“Yeah, I’ll be back by this afternoon so we can get ready.”

“And we’re not going to talk about any of this?” he asks.

“There’s nothing else that we have to say right now, Luke.”

“I think there’s plenty more that we have to say, Mia.” He sounds angry. “But I’m going to respect your wishes, and I’m going to let it go for now because I know this has been a lot. But honestly, Mia, it’s not just been a lot for you. It’s been a lot for me too. And it’s not just your friendship with me that has been affected by us sleeping together. It’s also my friendship withyou, and I think we’re both trying to figure out how to navigate this space.” He leans forward and softly kisses me. “Just don’t lock me out, okay? I may be the only one in this world that truly understands what you’re going through right now because maybe I’m going through it as well.”

“Maybe,” I say, nodding.