Page 44 of Festive Faking
Applying some pressure, I rubbed over his erection, mimicking the motion he’d used to bring himself pleasure in the shower.
The sound of his breathing changed when I picked up the pace, coming in harsh pants.
“Careful,” he warned. “You keep going, and I’m going to embarrass myself by coming in my jeans.”
My eyes grew wide at the idea of him reaching climax from my simple touches. Then came the surge of power that I could be his undoing, and I made a decision on the spot to push him over the edge.
We’d just cleared the gates of the ranch, so the clock was ticking.
The denim chafed against my skin the faster I worked him, but I didn’t care. I kept going until he slammed on the brakes beforetossing his head back and uttering my name through gritted teeth.
A warmth soaked through the fabric, and that’s when I realized what I’d done.
My mouth dropped open, and I peeked down to find a wet spot staining his jeans.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
I could barely hear Mac’s hard swallow beside me with my pulse pounding in my ears.
He cleared his throat a few times before saying, “Look at you making messes. Not sure whether I should punish you or praise you.”
“Why not both?” A shocked gasp flew past my lips, and I clamped a hand over my mouth.
“Jesus,” he breathed out. “Give me a few minutes to recover, and I promise to have you naked and on your knees, telling you what a good girl you are while my cock is stuffed so far down your throat you’re gagging.”
The picture he painted had me moaning. Until this very moment, the idea of sucking a man’s dick had never seemed particularly appealing. Now, it had saliva filling my mouth. I wanted to taste him—not only his skin but his release.
The angel and devil on my shoulder had an absolute field day with that one.
You jerk a guy off through his clothes one time and, all of a sudden, you’re a cum slut. Way to go, Aspen. What would your parents think?
Shut up. She’s earned this. She deserves to let loose for one night.
That’s how it always starts, with “just one night.”
Listen. He said he was putting his mouth EVERYWHERE. If we get more than one night of that, it’s a bonus.
Ugh, he better not be all talk, or this is going to be extremely disappointing.
“Aspen?” Mac’s voice grew louder than the ones in my head.
“Yeah?”
“We’re home,” he declared.
Through the windshield, I discovered that we had, indeed, made it back to the cabin.
And all of a sudden, the theoretical became very, very real.
Chapter 18
Mac
I can’t believe Icame in my pants.
Never in my life had I blown too soon, not even when I lost my virginity. Granted, when you attended boarding school, you got all kinds of helpful tips from the upperclassmen, like to jerk off before a date to reduce the risk of an embarrassing premature ejaculation situation.
I think it was safe to say that hadn’t been an option this evening. Not after what went down last night.
