Page 86 of Fake Shot

I drop to my knees, and when my tongue meets her clit, she hisses out a deep, guttural, “Yes!” I know she’s close because she’s been in here for a while already, but this first time, I want her coming only because of me.

I scoot back on my knees and with the shower raining down on the back of my head, I pull her forward so her toy slips out of her. She cries out at the loss, but I fill her with my fingers, and then she’s moaning my name interspersed with expletives and grunts of satisfaction. As I increase the speed and pressure with my tongue, I’m rewarded with the sweetsounds of her pleasure. Not the fake moans she was letting out before to tempt me, but the real ones that are quieter, deeper, and more desperate.

Sucking her clit between my lips, I run my tongue over it as I hold it in place, and her moans turn to raspy cries of pleasure as her muscles contract around my fingers, gripping me so solidly my dick is painfully jealous.

Her eyes shut tightly, her face scrunches up, and her lips part. As the orgasm rolls through her, heavy breaths replace her cries and finally she opens her eyes and stares down at me.

“Holy shit, Colt. You keep delivering orgasms like that and you’re going to ruin me for all other men.”

“It’s almost like that’s the point, Tink.” If the last twenty-four hours have proven anything to me, it’s that she’smine. Even if she doesn’t know it yet.

I stand, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her like I want to brand her with my tongue the same way she’s somehow branded herself onto my heart.

But instead of telling her how I’m feeling, I say, “Hearing you come like that, and knowing I’m the only man who’s ever made you make those sounds, that fucking does something to me.”

Her response is lifting one leg and wrapping it around my lower back, anchoring our hips together so I can’t help but thrust my cock along her warm center, still slick with her cum. She hums out an appreciative sound. “You could be the first man to beinsideof me, too, you know.”

I try to hold in the smirk, but the way her eyes flare makes me realize I haven’t been successful at that.

“Oh, don’t worry. Iwillbe.”

“Now, Colt,” she says, her voice pleading as she slides herself along my cock. I call on every ounce of restraint I possess, telling myself that this will be worth the wait—for both of us.

“No, not now, Jules. When you’re ready.”

“I. Am. Ready.”

“Not when you’re ready to fuck me—when you’re ready to admitwhy.”

She leans her head back against the tile and lets out an exasperated growl. “Thewhyis because I want to have sex with you. And you very clearly want to have sex with me, too. Why isn’t that enough of a reason?”

“Because when we finally have sex, it’s going to change things. I want more than just sex with you. And right now, I don’t think either of us know what ‘more’ means, or what that would look like, and we deserve the chance to figure it out before we fuck it up by having sex.”

“Colt...” She slides herself along me, her breath coming out in desperate little puffs of air. Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s panting for me like this. “I need you.”

“No, what you need is to come again, and I’ll make sure that happens.”

She releases a frustrated sigh. “I can’t come a second time.”

“Like hell you can’t.”

“I’ve tried.”

“Well, we haven’t tried together,” I say, stepping back and lining her up with the dildo that’s still attached to the tile wall. The relieved hum that she lets out as it slips inside her has her lips parting, and she licks them as she looks down at my cock. She reaches out tentatively, glancing up at mebefore gripping the base and bending forward, bringing her tongue to circle the head.

The sheer effort it takes not to push into her mouth has me gritting my teeth so hard I can feel every cord of muscle in my neck straining with the effort. She dips her head, taking my cock between her lips and swirling her tongue around the head again, before pulling back and looking up at me.

“I guess if we aren’t going to have sex, this isn’t a terrible alternative. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to suck a guy off while another fucked me?—”

“And this is as close as you’re ever going to get to that fantasy,” I say, “because I don’t share.”

“That’s good,” she says breathily, leaning forward and using her flat tongue to lick her way from my base to my tip before circling over the sensitive flesh at the top. “Because neither do I.”

And then she slides me into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat, but somehow, she doesn’t gag. She just tightens her lips and tongue along my cock as she welcomes me in farther than should be possible, and then she’s using her hand and her mouth to give me what might be the best blow job I’ve ever had.

I’m not sure what’s sexier right now—the way she’s deep throating me, or the way she’s doing it while slamming her hips back onto that dildo? Or is it the small hums of satisfaction and the way they reverberate along my cock? Is it the way I’ve wrapped her hair around my fist as I rested my hand at the base of her skull to help set the right pace, or the way she moans when I lean forward, sliding my hand under her ribcage until I’ve got her nipple between my fingers?

She likes that so much that I release her hair so I can use both my hands to play with her nipples until she’s moaning louder, and her movements turn nearly frantic. Seeing her about to come unhinged like this, with her mouth around my cock, has me close as well. Leaning forward a bit, I stretch one of my arms beneath her so I can reach her clit. That hot bundle of nerves is already swollen from her last orgasm, and it pulses beneath my fingers, coated in the evidence of her arousal.

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