Page 36 of Fake Rocks
“Oh, God, you do want this,” she said, moaning her words into my mouth, her hand sliding over my cock restrained by the suit trousers. I hardened even more.
“Jesus, Saff, what the hell are you doing?” Her stroking became insistent and I knew if I didn’t get my clothes off soon it was all going to be over embarrassingly quickly.
She stopped and stepped away from me. For a moment, I thought she was going to call a halt to things, but instead she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her head before throwing it aside.
My jaw dropped. She stood in front of me, resplendent in a black satin push-up bra, matching panties and fishnet hold-up stockings. Her pink and blonde hair was mussed up and her tattoos stood out in stark contrast to her creamy skin. If I thought I had any self-restraint at all, it vanished into thin air the moment I saw her.
“I’m feeling a little underdressed here.” Her voice was husky, thick with lust.
I kicked off my shoes and socks, then scrambled out of my suit and shirt. Her gaze fell to the crotch of my boxers and she quirked an eyebrow. I growled and grabbed her around the waist, stumbling backwards as I pulled us both onto the couch.
Saff straddled me and reached inside my shorts, her hand curling around my cock, her thumb tracing a line around the tip. I sucked in a breath, trying to quell the sensations racing around my body. Seriously though, if I didn’t do something soon she was never going to want to do this again with me.
“Hey,” I murmured. “Let’s try something else.”
She withdrew her hand and I flipped her onto her back, providing me with a brief respite. I hooked my thumbs into her panties and drew them down her legs, before pulling them right off. Gently spreading her thighs, I bent down and gently kissed a line from the inside of her knee right to where I wanted to be. My tongue slid across her clit and she moaned, bucking against me. I smiled against her, as her hands wound into my hair directing my actions.
“Tris, Jesus!”
I didn’t stop, continuing to vary the pressure and motion as I worked her towards orgasm. Her breath was coming in short pants and I could sense she was close. With one last flick of my tongue, she screamed my name, shuddering almost violently as she came. I sat back on my knees, watching the quivering wreck Saff had become, eyes closed, hands roaming across her own breasts as if trying to prolong the pleasure.
She opened her eyes, blinking. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Frantically, I scrabbled around for my wallet. Finding what I needed, I gripped my cock and rolled on the condom, fumbling because of my excitement. I turned back toward Saff, who had slid out of her bra and was now lying on the sofa in just the fishnets and heels. My cock pulsed in response. I moved back on top of her, pausing as I was about to slip into her.
“Are you sure?”
Saff’s response was to grip my buttocks and pull me towards her.
It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone, let alone someone as gorgeous as Saff and, as I thrust myself in, I knew it was going to be quick. I sincerely hoped she would let me repeat it. The sensations built quickly and unfortunately I fulfilled my own expectations on timing. Saff didn’t appear to notice, her nails digging into my back and across my shoulders, lost in her own reaction. With one final push, I grunted and lost it, my own breath coming in hard gulps.
We lay on the sofa, silent apart from the occasional gasp.
“I think this is a bit more than fake, don’t you?” I ventured.
“Fake relationship doesn’t equal fake orgasm.” Saff twisted onto her side. “And I certainly wasn’t pretending.”
I reached out and tucked a strand of her pink hair behind her ear. “Me either.”
When I woke up in bed on Sunday morning with Saff’s naked body nestled against my chest, I almost had to reach out and pinch myself. After our first hasty liaison, we’d headed upstairs to the bedroom and taken our time exploring each other’s bodies, finding out exactly what made us tick, or rather cry out with pleasure. It had been well after three when we’d finally succumbed to sleep. I fell into a sated slumber, sleeping dreamlessly for the first time in a very long while.
And when I did rouse, seeing Saff’s face made me wonder if I was dreaming awake.
While she still slept, I gently stroked her hair, my mind whirling as I listened to her steady and even breathing.
What would happen when we got back to London? Would she tell Jonas we were together? Or would we carry on keeping up the pretence until such times as she felt she didn’t need me any longer?
The latter train of thought worried me the most. Maybe Aunt Annie was right. I didn’t want to lose my heart to someone only to have it smashed into pieces.
Saff yawned and stretched. “Mmm, morning,” she murmured. Her hand slid under the covers to find me half-aroused. “Honestly, Tris, you can’t get enough, can you?”
“I think you’ll find that it’s you.” I grinned as she ran her hand up and down the length of my dick. “We should probably get going. It’s not long until the train leaves.”
Saff pouted. “And I have to sit beside you for two hours without touching you.”
“Oh, you can touch me, but I think what you have in mind would probably have us thrown off the train.” I pulled her towards me, meeting her lips, my tongue probing gently into her mouth, her soft skin sinking against mine. It took all of my willpower not to toss her onto her back and carry on where we’d left off last night.
She broke away, staring deep into my eyes. “Tris Judd, you’re incorrigible.”
