Page 129 of Fake Out Hearts

The city is hopping thanks to the game, so getting another Uber back to the hotel doesn’t take long. And in the car, I still can’t keep my hands off Becca. I wrap my arm around her and pull her into me, her head resting on my shoulder. I feel her heart beating against mine, and her hands find my cock through my jeans, giving it soft, teasing strokes.

I run my fingers down her exposed neck, making her shiver, and all I can think about are the many things I want to do to her when we’re alone and undressed. It’s a twenty-minute drive back to the hotel, but I’m so turned on that it feels much longer—and I’m so hard that it hurts. I’m literally aching for her.

Before the car even comes to a complete stop at the curb, I fling the door open. The driver flashes me an annoyed look in the rearview, but I’m way too into Becca to care, so I help her out of the car and walk her through the lobby. Her face is still bright with blush, but I can’t tell if it’s from arousal, the booze, or both.

The elevator ride is almost as agonizing as the Uber, and it doesn’t help that it makes several stops on the way to let other people out. When we’re finally alone in the enclosed space with only a couple more floors to go, I pin her against the wall and kiss her with the passion that’s been mounting for what feels likehours. I taste her hunger on her tongue, and it only makes me crazier for her.

My hands are shoving her shirt up her stomach when the elevator dings our arrival, so she pulls away with a devious smile and drags me out into the hallway. “This feels like déjà vu,” she says. “Let’s see if you can get the door open without kicking it in this time.”

I laugh as I dig in my pocket for the room key because I know exactly what she’s talking about. “Hey, it’s not my fault. You make me lose my mind.” She sidles up next to me as I’m inserting the card in the slot built into the door.

“I want you to make me lose mine,” she whispers, and desire floods me.

“Fuck,” I groan as the door clicks open, and I pull her inside to kick it shut behind us. Before it closes, I hold her gently by the face to kiss her again, as deeply and intensely as I can. She moans into my mouth as her hands wander across my body and we stumble toward the bed, tearing each other’s clothes off until we’re in nothing but our underwear.

I softly lower her down onto the foot of the bed and spread her legs apart, then flash a grin at her as I tug her panties off and fling them on the floor. I kiss my way up her bare thighs, racing the goosebumps that follow, and stop just short of her pussy. She’s already dribbling wet, so I reach to swipe the trail away with my finger then pop it into my mouth.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” I whisper to her as I move my hand back to her pussy. She spreads her legs farther, giving me full access, so I gently ease a finger into her folds. She tosses her head back and groans in delight. “That’s my princess. I know you’re going crazy for me, so just let it out.”

When my finger disappears completely into her, I arch it up toward her g-spot, then slowly drag it back out. She whimpers and shudders, her hips rolling toward me automatically. She’salready loosening up, so I slip another finger into her. She lies back with her feet resting on the foot of the bed while I continue finger fucking her, slowly picking up the pace.

“This is a beautiful fucking view,” I say over her moaning. “But I want more.” I pull my fingers out of her and grab her by the hips to turn her onto her stomach. She doesn’t fight me, instead rolling with the motion, and when she’s in place, I grab a pillow from the top of the bed.

“Lift up,” I order, and she raises her ass in the air a little so I can tuck the pillow under her pelvis. “Perfect. I want to fuck you just like this.”

She moans her approval, so I step out of my boxers and kick them away, then climb on top of her legs. I tap my swollen cock against her plump ass cheeks, then shove it down into her wet, welcoming folds.

“Yes,” she breathes as I slide into her effortlessly from behind.

The sheets twist in her fists as she grips them, and she rolls her hips backward to pull me deeper into her. The motion spreads her ass cheeks, revealing her perfect little hole. I reach down to lube my fingers in her wetness, then bring them back to her ass.

She jolts when my thumb starts tracing circles around the tight ring of muscles, but I thrust my cock back into her, and she lets out a shuddering breath and relaxes, her muscles slackening a bit.

“That’s it,” I praise. “Be a good girl and open up for your husband.”

Becca looks over her shoulder at me with her brows stitched and her face pleading. She chews her lower lip, and the desperation makes me wild. I reach up with both hands to grip her by the hips and pull her backward to drive into her again, and her back arches as she gasps. She flings her head to the side,her hair sweeping across her back, but my gaze drifts back to her asshole.

I spit on my fingers to toy with it again, then try slipping one inside. The feeling of her squeezing me as I enter her with both my finger and my cock makes me swell with arousal, and Becca’s back arches even farther.

“I want to fuck you here,” I mutter.

Becca looks over her shoulder, locking her eyes with mine as she nods. “Please. I want that.”

My balls tighten as heat flashes through me, but then I groan when I realize I don’t have any lube.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“I don’t have any lube, and we’re definitely going to need it for that. I want to make it really good for you.”

“I have some in my bag,” she says, and desire floods me all over again. There’s something fucking incredible about the fact she thought about this possibility, even planned for it—and wanted it.

“You really are a dirty girl,” I say with a smirk as I push my finger back into her ass. She whimpers and nods, so I slap her ass before I step away to get the lube from her bag.

“It’s in the big pocket, down at the bottom,” she says over her shoulder, watching me. The moonlight streaming in from the sliding glass balcony door hits her arched ass perfectly, and my cock responds with a surge.

I find a bottle of lube in a plastic bag at the bottom of her bag, just like she said, so I unzip it and drizzle some onto one palm. She watches every movement, but when I climb back onto the bed, her expression shifts, especially when my cock brushes against her ass cheeks.

“Don’t be nervous, princess. I promise I’ll take such good care of you,” I say softly and lean over her to kiss her.

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