Page 21 of Cinderella Is Faking It

I couldn’t help the grin that formed on my lips at those sounds.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You sound like you’re having good sex,” I replied, echoing our conversation from Saturday.

“This is better than sex,” she said and took another bite, breath quivering as she nodded to herself.

“I’m starting to think that your sex life is lacking.”

“I’m starting to think you’ll have to bring the whole apology cake next time.” She pointed a warning finger at me but couldn’t even keep up the attitude before the cake was more important again. One last bite and she’d polished it off. “Oh god, this is amazing though. I also had like five coffees and no food today, so this is hitting all the right spots.”

She was riding a full foodgasm. If I’d known that was all it took, I would have brought this cake the first night we met. “You have some honey on your lip, here let me-”

She smacked my hand out of the air. “If you touch me again, you’ll have to buy me a whole apology bakery.”

Not that much of a foodgasm then. “Fair enough, here.” I touched the left corner of my mouth, and she mirrored the movement, brows furrowing when she didn’t find any honey there. “Sorry, just kidding, here.” I ran my pinky to my cupid’s bow and watched her do the same. The image of her smudging lipstick embedded itself into my brain for later. More confusion rippled over her features though when she didn’t find honey on her cupid’s bow either. There was no honey. My move had backfired. Still, I grinned, wanting to test just how gullible she was. “Actually, no, it’s right here.” My hand dropped to my chest.

Del’s hand lowered two inches, then froze. She narrowed her eyes at me. Not very gullible. Instead of calling me out on my bullshit again, she tossed the empty cake box on the counter behind her before looking up at me again. This time, her eyes were widened, and she bit her full bottom lip. “Right here, yes?” She asked, her voice extra breathy as she dropped her hand to her chest and flicked her thumb over its highest point.

Fuck.

I inhaled deeply through my nose, that one move having sent a flaming bolt right down to my dick.

Blondie was feeling feisty.

I braced one hand on the bar, angling myself just enough to give us a little privacy when I moved my hand across my chest. “There’s some more over here.”

“Oh dear, what a mess,” she breathed and dragged her fingers over rustling sequins to her other breast. Instead of flicking it again, she pushed two fingers against it, as if wiping off some honey - except, it also pushed half her breast to swell over the edge of her top.

Oh shit. My breathing shallowed. Where had she kept this playful, sexy side of her? I worked my jaw to keep my hands to myself and not crush my mouth into hers, push her up against that wall, suck those perfect dainty tits into my mouth. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, blinking up at me, all innocence and smiles.

My hand slid from my chest to my stomach. She mirrored my move, letting her fingers catch on her top, giving me just a flash of breast. “Did I get it now?” She ran her tongue over her full lower lip.

The hot pressure pooled in my hips. It wouldn’t take much before she’d see exactly what this little game was doing to me.

I let my hand sink to my belt buckle and Del’s eyes dropped to it. I could practically hear her thoughts whirring before her ocean eyes found mine again, and with a big grin, she slipped her hand into her shorts. Not just into the waistband either. The ripple of the sequins clearly outlined her hand traveling down her stomach and in between her legs. Her grin quivered as she let out a small gasp.

Holy fuck.

I was so hard, my dick was straining torturously against my trousers.

Who had taken Blondie and replaced her with a girl who fingered herself in a room full of strangers? I shifted closer, wanting to hear every ragged breath from that gorgeous mouth of hers.

“Tell me, Del,” I whispered, bringing my lips close to her ear. Her hot breath trickled over my skin, coming in short bursts as her hand continued moving. “What does that verbal orgasm of yours sound like exactly?”

“Oh god,” she gasped, sending another pulse to my hips, right before she giggled and rolled her shoulders back. “I don’t actually know,” she laughed. Breathing evened out instantly, she pulled her hand from her shorts and grabbed one of the napkins from the bar. She wiped her hand off unceremoniously and raised her brows at me. “I’m really good at putting on a show though. You can stop fantasizing about hooking up with me. Neither of us would enjoy that experience.”

My thoughts were still clouded by all her little sounds, so realization took a second to settle in. “Did you just Meg Ryan me?”

“Yeah. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She patted my shoulder and circled around me. Apparently over her original plan to get another drink, she pushed through the crowd and followed the makeshift signs towards the bathrooms, and I lost sight of her within three steps.

I flagged the bartender down for another drink as the other meaning of her words filtered through.I don’t actually know. I’m really good at putting on a show though. Neither of us would enjoy that experience.

Del was clearly not a virgin. At least I’d never met a virgin who fingered herself in public, which made her confession even more bewildering. If she was, indeed, freaky enough for that kind of behavior worthy of a Gavin Decker party, there was no reason for her to… She had to have… What the fuck?

I should have been thinking about how I could use this to my advantage, but every time I closed my eyes, if I so much as blinked, I saw her trembling lips and heard her littleOh god.I blamed my still hardened dick for the fact that I couldn’t focus on anything but the mental image of how her cheeks would flush red to match her lipstick once I sank my head between those thighs. I imagined her hitching breath once I buried myself inside her and how beautifully she would fall apart riding my cock.

She had to be thoroughly underfucked, and even if I sucked at romance,thatwas something I could fix.

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