Page 71 of Cinderella Is Faking It

Beck’s eyes were hard-fixed on the space between my legs as he unbuckled his belt. My mouth ran dry as I got an unobstructed view of the sculpted V that pointed right down at his - he pulled his pants down and I gasped. I felt the shock in every muscle of my body, and Beck smirked, eyes unrelenting on my pussy. Yeah, that part was also very tightly clenched, because Beck wasbig. I’d felt his girth through his pants and had gotten an idea of his size in my bedroom, but he wasn’t just thick, he was almost as long as my forearm - and there was no fucking way that I would ever,everhave sex with him.

“Is this what you had in mind?” he asked, placing his clothes aside before crawling towards me and curling his fingers around my calves.

I’d asked to see him naked and turned-on, to even the playing field, and he’d delivered.

“Yep,” I squeaked as he tugged on my legs, pulling me down the cushions until my knees framed his hips.

“Let’s get you out of this,” he said, unzipping my dress. The stretchy fabric snatched open instantly, baring me for the whole island room. So much for privacy. My nipples had already hardened, and enough moisture glistened between my legs to announce to the whole world that I wanted August Beckett. And I didn’t care if they saw. I just- “Beck, wait.”

His hands stilled on my thighs, and he raised his brows at me, actual confusion wrinkling his forehead. “Just watch.” He waited a moment to see if I’d say anything else before his hands came back to my knees and pushed them wide. I was spread out before him, but instead of touching me, Beck started touching himself - and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. His eyes were trained on me, raking over my face, my chest, my sex, but he was fisting his cock, panting, pre-cum leaking down his length.

“Del,” he moaned my name, and it sent a spark down my spine.

“Keep going,” I whispered, shifting a little, seeking any kind of friction. I hadn’t considered that I could enjoy seeing a man touch himself, but there was something about the way the vein in his neck pulsed, and his dark eyes roamed over my body.

Beck leaned above me, his free hand gripping mine, pressing it deep into the pillows as his hips bucked in rhythm with the pumps of his hands. My thighs were brushing against his, but his body still hovered well above mine. That didn’t stop the moisture dripping from his tip to my stomach. “That’s so hot,” I gasped, my forehead against his as I looked down to watch.

He came over me, moaning, painting me in white ribbons of cum from my tits to my clit.

When the shivers that rocked his body subsided, he leaned back on his heels and offered me a lopsided smile. He trailed lazy fingers down my stomach through the mess he’d left there, swirling his cum on my skin.

“Fuck, I’ll never get this image out of my head, Blondie. You’re so fucking gorgeous, covered in my cum.” I swallowed, his words sending a small tremor through my body. He smirked. “You like that?” he asked, still husky. “Me telling you how good you look after I marked you?”

My stomach clenched and I nodded.

Apparently, I did like that.

“Hmm,” he hummed, “how about how good you look with my cum inside of you?” Two of his fingers coated in his own cum dipped into me.

“Beck,” I gasped, bucking under him but he pulled his hand back before I had a chance to even consider whether I wanted him to touch me like that. In here.

He smirked and cocked his head, admiring the view once more. “I can’t wait to fill that gorgeous pussy with a whole load, Blondie. You’ll have my cum trickling down your thighs for days.”

My breath stuttered from my lungs. I wanted that. I wanted him to follow up on that promise, and I wasn’t sure how to tell him.

He left a kiss on the inside of my thigh and draped my hand with the ribbon over my chest - clearly visible to anyone - before he disappeared to get some things to clean up. He’d left me burning though, and something bold festered in my bones, something that told me it was okay to lie in a room full of strangers, covered in a man’s cum, andlikeit. My hand slipped through his slick juices and into my own folds. I started playing with my clit, dipping one finger, then two fingers into myself, feeling my moisture mix with the traces of his cum. I thrust them in and out, finding the spot that made my muscles clench.

And just when I felt a low pressure building in my core, someone coughed and all I could think about were germs. How many people in here were breathing and sniffling and coughing their sinus infections right my way?

TWENTY-EIGHT

If i’d thoughtit had been glorious to see Del lie spread out, dazed and glowing with heated cheeks, covered in my cum - that was nothing against seeing her writhe on the mattress, playing with herself, playing with my cum. She was breathing hard, her legs twitching, and I mentally cheered her on, but the moment passed, and her limbs dropped back to the island as if nothing had happened.

I slipped back through the flimsy curtain before the self-doubt could fester in her mind. “What are the chances you’ll let me eat that pussy right now?” I asked, putting on a wide grin because I knew the chances were next to zero, but I wanted to pull her from the depth of her thoughts.

To my surprise, she hesitated before shaking her head. “Not tonight.”

“Fair enough. We’ll just have to come back tomorrow,” I said, wiping the traces of my orgasm from her skin with a wet wipe.

Twenty minutes later, we were in my car, on our way back to my place, her head leaning against my shoulder. “What happened after I left you on that island?” I asked, watching the buildings zip past in the dark.

“You saw?”

“Yeah. You were mesmerizing.”

She sighed. “It felt… free. Everyone there liked sex. Nobody was going to judge me for wanting to touch myself with your cum on my hands. The further we get from the club, the sillier it feels, but in that moment, I just wanted-”

“You don’t have to feel ashamed for what you want, Del. It’s not silly.”

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