Page 57 of Pretend for Me

I say the words even as I wonder how to call them back.

Her brows knit, her eyes flickering between mine. “What?”

I swallow, already knowing I’m taking us back intodangerous territory when I’d just barely brought us to safety. “I won’t fuck you, but . . .” I trail off, waiting for her to pick up where I’m leaving off.

A smile spreads across her beautiful face, a spark reigniting in her eyes as realization dawns on her. Her hips roll over me again. “But you’ll watch as I fuck myself.”

I manage a nod, giving her the escape clause—the fucking fine print—we both seem to be looking for.

“Don’t tease me, Lex. You’re always teasing me. Walking around with clothes on and then walking around with less clothes on. It’s like a shock to my system every time I see you.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. “It’s a shock to see me with and without clothes?”

“Yes. It’s frustrating,” she says breathily. “Tell me this isn’t like the time in the pool when you left me high and dry.”

“Pretty sure there was nothing dry about you that day.”

“Ugh, see?” she whines, cupping her breast and rocking over me. “This is what I’m talking about. You make me . . . you make me feel feral, Menon.”

“Show me,” I croak, feeling my aching hard length under her.

“You want to see what you do to me? Hear your name on my lips as I come?” She shudders, keeping her gaze on me. “Pretend it’s your fingers and your cock inside me?”

I groan in response, a primal need taking over as I spread my hands over her ass again. Pushing and pulling her over me, we create a friction that’s going to have us both detonating.

In one quick movement, Piper takes off her shirt, barely giving me time to catch up, before throwing her bra to the floor, too. Her perfectly round breasts spring free, her raspberry-pink nipples pebbled and so close to my face, I could pull them between my lips with the slightest movement.

God, I love the way she looks right now, her cheeksflushed, her golden-green eyes ablaze, and her perfect breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips. And those fucking tiny moles . . .

Weeks of imagining what she looked like, and nothing I’d conjured could match the real thing—the absolute beauty she is.

I keep my focus trained on her as I wet my lips. Hell, I couldn’t look away if the world depended on it. My cock throbs inside his restraint, and I lift my hips, chasing the feel of her over me, with a low groan.

Piper’s eyes stay on mine as she flicks open the button to her jeans next, unzipping them. She slowly slides her hand inside them, trying to find some relief, but it’s impossible, given how tight her pants are.

“Take them off.”

My command reverberates inside the small room, my weakly held restraint shattering at the sight of her struggling. If relief is what she needs, then there isn’t a person in the world—not even me—who could stop me from giving that to her.

Her eyes flash, a shaky breath making its way out of her lips as we both take a moment to let my words sink in.

My heart hammers as my eyes slowly peruse upward from the open hem of her jeans, with her lacy white thong peeking through, to her exposed breasts, before coming to a stop at her face. My brow rises in challenge, but I don’t repeat myself.

And apparently, I don’t need to, because a second later, Piper is back on my lap wearing nothing but her thong.

“Now touch yourself.”

Her body shudders from my command, but she does as asked without further instruction. With one hand on my shoulder for support, she brushes her fingers around her nipple before rolling it in between her fingers on a moan.

Christ.

I groan my approval, wishing I could help her with it. I can practically taste her now, her citrus scent intermingling with the scent of her juices. I don’t even have to touch her to know she’s soaked. All because of me.

“Suck on your fingers like you’ll suck on my cock, and then slide them down to fuck yourself.”

Her mouth falls open at my command, but she keeps her eyes glued to mine. Lifting her fingers to her lips, she sucks two of them into her mouth, making a show of it as she moans around them. The thought of it actually being my cock has me dragging her over it again, making her whimper.

Piper traces her wet fingers down between her breasts, circling her rosy nipple, before sliding them further down. Her fingers play with her clit over the thin fabric of her thong, and I hiss, seeing how wet it is.

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