Page 40 of Fake it For Good
His eyes were a stormy shade of green. He stared at me for several beats before slamming his mouth against mine again. It wasn’t the same kind of kiss. He was pulling away. I could feel him leaving the room without his body actually going. Something had gone wrong. Had I said something? Done something?
“I want you so bad,” he said. “So fucking bad.”
“Then why are you stopping?” I asked. “I’m naked, wet, and so hot. What happened?”
“I don’t have a condom,” he groaned. “Do you?”
I slowly shook my head. “No. I wasn’t planning on this happening.”
“Me either,” he murmured. “Fuck. Would it be horrible if I ran down to the gift shop and got some?”
I looked down at his cock peeking out over the underwear I had not managed to get completely off him. “I don’t think it would be horrible, but what are you going to do about this?” I grabbed his dick. My hand wrapped around him and squeezed. I wasn’t gentle.
His entire body reacted. “Fuck. Oh, you’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the plan,” I said, grinning.
“Look, you’re playing with fire here,” he said. “I haven’t been with a woman since my wife. I can’t tell you how close I am to exploding right now. My balls hurt.”
His revelation surprised me. I would have expected a man like him to have women falling at his feet. I didn’t believe it was a line. He was being honest. I squeezed his cock again. “I’m on the pill and I haven’t been with anyone since, well, shit, I can’t remember. It’s probably been six months.”
He went completely still. His hand cupped my cheek. “Are you telling me we can have sex without a condom?”
“If you want to, I’m game,” I said with a sheepish smile. In the back of my mind I was thinking I was acting like a total ho. I was practically begging him to fuck me. The smart, sensible Noelle would have demanded a condom, but here I was encouraging him to fuck me without anything.
His arm slipped around my waist. He tugged me against him. “I’m so fucking game.”
His mouth was on mine once again. I felt him pulling me across the room. The next thing I knew, he lifted me and tossed me on the bed. The headboard bounced off the wall. I would have laughed if the man hadn’t looked so damn serious as he stripped out of the rest of his clothes. He climbed over the top of me and kissed me. My legs opened, welcoming him inside me.
It took a little nudging and adjusting before he pushed the tip of his bulky cock inside me. I wiggled under him, adjusting my body before he pushed in deeper. He stopped halfway inside me. “Fuck. Hold on. I can’t.”
“What?” I gasped.
“I can, but I can’t hold back,” he grunted. “I’m so fucking close right now.”
I felt like I needed to reassure him. “It’s okay,” I said and ran my hand down his back.
He smirked. “Oh, it’s so much better than okay. I’m pretty sure I’m having an out of body experience. Your pussy is so tight. It’s squeezing my cock. Every time you breathe, it squeezes.”
“Just take it slow,” I murmured and felt my eyes sliding closed again.
“I can’t fucking breathe,” he said in a raspy voice.
I lifted my head and kissed him. His cock slid in deeper. We both sucked in a breath when he reached the hilt. My body was out of my control. Little fissures of ecstasy tore through me. I drew in a shaky breath and laid my head back against the pillow. He took a moment to catch his own breath and then started to move like he had a mission and nothing was getting in his way.
The sound of the headboard slapping against the wall was the backdrop rhythm that matched our bodies slapping together. Our gasps, grunts, and groans filled in the blank spaces between skin slapping against skin.
“I can’t stop,” he grunted. “Oh fuck.”
He moved faster. I dug my nails into his shoulders and held on tight. “Don’t stop!”
My toes curled. Jolts of electricity shot through me. White stars burst in front of my eyes at the moment my entire body went stiff. The explosion between my legs was like the finale of a fireworks show. There was so much to feel and take in all at once.
“Oh God,” he groaned a moment before his own body went as stiff as a board. A sound that reminded me a lot of an animal in pain escaped from somewhere deep in his chest. He dropped on top of me seconds later. Our bodies spasmed and rocked against each other. My arms wrapped around him, holding his strong body close.
It was only then as our bodies started to cool, that my senses seemed to return to normal. When he kissed me, he had made everything off kilter. I hadn’t been able to think straight. It felt like I had been swept up in a tornado. Now that the spinning had stopped, I was able to start processing. For one, the man’s body was smoking hot. Better than hot. He was amazing. The sex was ridiculous. Nothing should ever be that good. That was how people got addicted to things.
And he was the man paying me to pretend I was his date. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a business arrangement. Sleeping with him put me right up in the category of prostitute. He just paid me for sex.
