Page 104 of Fake Shot

His hand slides down to the buttons of my sleeveless blouse. “I’m always trying to get you naked.”

The way the heel of his hand grazes my nipple as he toys with the first button has a wave of longing rippling through me. I push up on my knees and swing my leg over his so I’m straddling him. I already knew I had a high sex drive, but now having had sex has made me feel like an addict. All I’ve thought about every waking moment today is having him inside me again, as soon as possible.

“Someone’s eager.” He chuckles, and the vibrations runalong my abdomen, like the shock waves of a bomb detonating. Between my legs, I can feel him growing hard where my center is pressed up against him, so I slide my hips forward and back right along his length, pulling a deep sigh from the back of his throat.

“Now that you’ve shown me what sex can be like, you’re going to have to provide a repeat performance so I know it wasn’t a fluke.”

He glances up at me, taking his eyes off the narrow buttons he was undoing. “A fluke, huh?”

I raise an eyebrow in response, taking over and unbuttoning the last two buttons without even looking at them. Sliding the blouse down my arms, I toss it onto the couch.

Colt sucks in a sharp breath when my bra comes into view. It’s made of a stretchy sheer nude-colored mesh, with the palest pink flowers embroidered right over my nipples. The drag of the embroidery over my hardening peaks has me feeling extra turned on, but the heat in his eyes almost drives me over the edge. “Did you make this one, too?”

“Yep.”

“Are you going to show me how you do this?”

“How I make them?” I clarify, and when he nods, I say, “Sure, someday. But right now, all I want to do is show you how to take it off without ruining it.” My fingers meet between my breasts, and I fold the two pieces of the plastic clip forward so that the clasp opens, and then I pull the bra open in the front.

“You are so goddamn stunning,” he says, his eyes focused on my breasts and then moving up to my face. “Not just the way you look...but everything about you. I didn’t expect you.” His hands skim my breasts on their way to my chest,where he presses his palm against my sternum. “You take up all the space in my heart.”

Goddamn. “You seem to have fixed all the cracks in my heart, too.”

“I feel like I put most of them there,” he says, his voice low and raw. “The least I can do is help repair them.”

I reach between us for his buckle, wanting to get these pants off as quickly as possible. “Stand for a sec,” he says as he works to push his pants down, but is hampered by the way I’m sitting on his lap.

I do as he asks, and with my legs spread on either side of him, he’s looking right at my thighs, where he sits on the ground with his back against the frame of the outdoor couch. And as he pushes his pants and underwear down his legs, kicking off his shoes and following them with his remaining clothing, he leans forward. Then his hands are pulling my skirt down over my hips, and he brings his nose to my center, inhaling deeply through the thin scrap of fabric.

“Jesus, Jules. I can tell how much you want me.” He presses his tongue against my already damp underwear, licking me through the sheer material, and making me gasp. “You’re so wet for me.”

He glides his tongue over me, adding additional friction as he circles around my clit, while reaching up and cupping my breasts together, dragging his rough thumbs over my sensitive nipples in a way that brings me along quickly. “Fuck that feels good,” I breathe out. “But it’s not enough. I need you, Colt.”

Pulling back, he smacks my ass lightly, and I look down at him in surprise.

“Hands on the railing. I want to see myself enter you.”

“Aren’t you . . . worried someone is going to see us?”

His chuckle is deep. “On the thirtieth floor? Look around, Jules,” he says, and I turn, my eyes scanning the horizon.

There are no other buildings, and only a few small boats dot the water of the harbor. In the distance, Boston Light is sending its beam of light out into the ocean as a warning to ships that land is near. But for me, it’s a beacon, calling me home, showing me that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

“Who’s going to see us?” he asks.

I lean toward the glass wall with its steel-framed railing along the top, planting my hands there and spreading my legs slightly as I tilt my ass up toward Colt. The hum of anticipation that flows through my body has me practically shaking, and it’s a relief that it’s from excitement and not fear. I’ve never felt so comfortable around anyone before.

“My god, you’re a fucking vision,” he says, kneeling behind me. Strong hands grip my thighs as he moves my thong to the side and licks me from my clit all the way along my slit. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” His tongue returns to my clit, flicking back and forth over it in quick, sure strokes that have me tingling all over.

In front of me is nothing but the inky blue sky dotted with a few stars, and the ray of the lighthouse sweeping the horizon. Thirty stories below me, cars and pedestrians move along the street, completely unaware that up on this balcony, Colt’s got his face buried in me, his tongue working overtime to bring me my first orgasm of the night.

My core tightens, my muscles pulling together rhythmically, wanting to grip him but instead finding an empty chasm. “More,” I say between the quick, shallow pants thatseem to be all my lungs are capable of. “Please, Colt, I need more.”

When I see movement on the floor near me, I glance down, realizing that he’s groping around in the dark for his pants. He’s probably looking for a condom.

“I love you on your knees like this for me, but I want you inside menow,” I insist, as my legs quake and my muscles contract. “I want to come all over you before you fuck me into oblivion.”

“Jesus, Jules,” he groans. But instead of the reprimand it usually feels like when my family says it, with Colt, it sounds like he’s praying. Worshiping me. “I need a second to find a condom.”

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