Page 41 of The Midseason Fakeout

“It’s natural, right?”

Someone super intelligent said that, and I think it was me on the car ride over here while I was nursing blue balls. Balancing her on my thighs, I cup her tits, needing no other invitation than those three words.

She gasps again, and it sounds so pure to me. Like no one’s ever touched her like this.

We struggle to keep afloat, so I lead us closer to the riverbank until my feet touch. We just stand there for a moment, the slight current flowing past us, almost like featherlight caresses.

“Is this a bad idea?” she asks, her worried eyes framed by soaked lashes that are sticking together in points.

I have two minds. One that says yes. The other that says hell no. “I think maybe we should set some ground rules.”

“Like what?”

“Like, friends with benefits?” I breathe out, waiting for her face to change. But it doesn’t. “This extracurricular activity could help us keep up appearances, but also, it doesn’t last longer than our fake relationship.”

She steps closer. “Anything else?”

Her tits are almost pressed against me, making it hard to think. “We don’t get attached.”

“That sounds reasonable.”

“We don’t let it interfere with anything,” I tell her. “The minute it starts to, we stop.”

She nods. “Okay.”

I grab her thighs and yank her close. My dick slides against her pussy. “What about you? Any rules you want to add?”

“We go slow,” she says, moving with me.

“Your actions say the opposite of slow.”

She moans. “It’s your fault. It feels too damn good.”

I tug her hair until her chest juts out of the water. The fullness of her breasts offered up to me… I can’t help but taste and kiss and suck.

She makes another one of her surprised sounds, her feet kicking out as I wrap my lips around her nipple, rolling it between my teeth and tongue. “Aidan, oh my God.”

“You like that?”

“I…I didn’t know…” she mewls.

I nip her with my teeth, and she places her hand around my neck, tugging me firmly against her breast. The water laps against her there as I taste it and her.

“Aidan…”

Her hips thrash wildly, like she’s trying anything to find relief.

Reaching down, I move my fingers up her inner thigh. “Oh God, please. Please.”

She’s so vocal. I love it.

My thumb finds her nub, and I start to circle it slowly. Her body jerks, and my fingers brush her entrance.

I growl, pressing inside. She cries out, the sound echoing around us. “Aidan, oh shit.”

Her unrelenting, jerky movements make it difficult to start a rhythm, so I grip her ribcage with my free hand and then work her with the other. She’s so damn tight.

“Take that finger like a good girl,” I tell her, sucking her nipple.

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