Page 86 of Faking it For Summer

“I think so.” I grab her hand and slide it between her legs. “You’re wet.” I place my hand on top of hers and slide it up along her clit.

“Really, Luke?” She whimpers.

“What?”

“We’re going to do this?”

“Don’t best friends do everything together?”

I wink at her, and she laughs.

“This is something that I’ve never heard of best friends doing.” She moans. “But I’m willing to give it a try. What do I do?”

“I think you need to rub your clit a little bit faster,” I say, moving her finger back and forth.

She spreads her legs a little wider, and I try not to groan as my fingers glide along her clit with hers.

“You’re so wet,” I say.

“I’m so horny.” She breathes out and whimpers.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask her.

“Thinking about you touching me.”

“Is that what you want?”

Our fingers move faster now, and all I want is to slide inside of her.

“I don’t even know. I just want to come.”

I rub her for a couple more seconds, and then I pull her top up again and start playing with her breasts.

“Luke?” She’s panting.

“Continue playing with yourself,” I instruct her.

She nods, and I watch as she rubs herself faster and faster, and I play with her nipples.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come,” she calls out, her voice cracking.

“Come for me, Mia.”

Her body starts shaking as she rubs herself into an orgasm. I lean down and suck on her nipple, and she grabs my head and plays with my hair. Her breathing has changed, and I can tell she’s close. I slip my finger back between her legs, grab her hand, and guide her into ecstasy. She screams, her body shuddering as she comes on my fingers.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I say as I press my lips against hers.

“You think so?”

She kisses me back urgently, and I nod. I’m hard as hell. It was amazing, and even though I know, inside, we’ve crossed a line we shouldn’t have crossed, I don’t care. That was the hottest moment I’ve ever had in my life, even hotter than sex, and I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to actually be inside of her. I know if that time comes, it has to be about more than her just feeling horny or wanting to be in a fake relationship. It has to be because she wants me with her mind, body, and soul. It has to be because she’s falling for me in the same way that I’ve already fallen for her.

As her eyes flutter and she drifts off to sleep, I wonder if we’ve crossed a line that we shouldn’t have.

How far can we go and convince ourselves it’s for the plot of our story?

chapter sixteen

Mia