Page 21 of Faking with Three

I carry Olivia straight to the bedroom, and she’s clinging to me like she never wants to let go. Her nails dig into the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I can feel the frantic beat of her heart against my chest.

I lower her down onto the bed, leaning over her, not wanting to break contact for a second. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed with heat. She’s panting, looking up at me with this mix of surprise and need, like she can’t believe this is happening. Hell, I can’t believe it either. But there’s no mistaking the way she’s pulling me down to her, like she’s as desperate as I am.

I press a knee between her legs, spreading them apart, and climb on top of her, caging her in. I kiss her hard, pushing my hips into hers, and she moans into my mouth, a sound that goes straight to my cock. It’s almost painful how hard I am right now, but I’m not rushing this. I want to savor every single second.

My hands roam down her sides, feeling the curves of her body through her shirt. I find the hem and start to lift it up, hesitating just for a moment to meet her eyes. She suddenly looks shy, her gaze flicking away, and she starts to pull the fabric back down.

“Hey,” I murmur, grabbing her hand and pressing it down against the bed. I lean in close, my lips brushing against her ear. “Don’t do that.”

She bites her lip, turning her face away from me. “It’s just… I’m not…”

“You’re beautiful,” I say, cutting her off. I slip my fingers under her shirt, feeling the softness of her skin. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you in Ethan’s apartment.”

She blinks up at me, surprised, and I take the opportunity to pull her shirt off completely. The fabric slides over her head, and I get my first full look at her.

Fuck.

Her skin is alabaster, creamy and smooth, dusted with a scattering of freckles across her chest and shoulders. I run my fingers over them, tracing the tiny marks, and she shivers beneath me. Her breasts are full and heavy, spilling out of her bra, and I can see her nipples pebbled against the lace.

I move lower, kissing down her stomach, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my lips. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, glancing up at her. “Can I take these off?”

She nods, biting her lip, and lifts her hips to help me. I slide her jeans down her legs, tossing them aside, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. My breath hitches. She’s incredible, every inch of her soft and curvy, like she was made to be touched.

“Fuck,” I mutter, running my hands up her thighs. “You’re perfect, Liv.”

I don’t wait for her to argue this time. I press a kiss to her hip, then to the edge of her panties, watching the way her body trembles beneath me. I pull the lace down slowly, savoring the way it reveals more of her, inch by inch.

When she’s finally bare, I sit back for a moment, just taking her in. Her alabaster skin glows in the dim light, her legs spread for me, her pussy glistening and wet. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I have to clench my fists to keep myself from just taking her right now.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I tell her, my voice rough, raw with need. I lean down, kissing her inner thigh, working my way closer to where she’s wet and wanting.

“Jax,” she whimpers, her hips lifting off the bed, begging for more.

I smile against her skin, giving her one last teasing kiss before I finally give her what she wants. I bury my face between her legs, licking a long, slow stripe up her slit, tasting her for the first time.

She moans, loud and unrestrained, her fingers digging into the sheets. I grip her thighs, holding her open as I lap at her, swirling my tongue around her clit before sucking it into my mouth.

“Fuck, Jax,” she gasps, her head falling back against the pillow. “Oh god, that feels so good.”

I hum in response, the vibration making her cry out. I keep going, building her up, listening to the way her breathing changes, the way she’s panting, her moans coming faster, louder. I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing beneath me.

“Jax, I’m gonna—” she starts, but her words cut off with a scream as she comes apart, her thighs shaking around my head.

I keep going, drawing out her orgasm until she’s a trembling, panting mess. Only then do I pull back, kissing my way up herbody until I’m hovering over her, looking down at her flushed, beautiful face.

“You good?” I ask, my voice husky, and she nods, her eyes heavy with satisfaction.

“Better than good,” she breathes out.

I grin, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face. “Good, because I’m not done with you yet.”

And with that, I press my lips to hers, tasting her, feeling the way she melts into me. I pick her up again, and this time, I don’t hesitate as I carry her to the center of the bed, laying her down gently.

We’re just getting started.

I hover over Olivia, bracing myself on my elbows so I can keep watching her. God, she’s gorgeous. Her dark blonde hair fans out on the pillow, and her green eyes are half-lidded, glassy from the high I just gave her. Her lips are swollen from our kisses, and she’s still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling in rapid little movements.

I press a kiss to her collarbone, trailing my lips down to her breast, feeling the smooth softness of her skin against my tongue. She lets out a small whimper, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair. Her fingers tighten as I take her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the hardened peak.

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