Page 35 of Foul & Fake
Oh, poor me. I’m tempted to let him rip it off, but I don’t relish the thought of walking out there with no clothes on, so I stand back up to undress. Apparently I take too long though, because he rips off my thong in one tug and tosses me again.
Well then.
Smirking, I spread my legs for him. “What’s wrong, Eli? A little pent up?”
“Of course I am,” he admits. “Have you seen you?” He slaps down on my wet pussy, making me jerk. God, it shouldn’t feel that good.
“Got a condom?”
“Why? We did just fine without it, didn’t we?”
We did, but it was reckless and stupid and I can’t get addicted to it. I can’t. “Just use one, I know you have them. I don’t entirely trust my birth control because I don’t always remember to take it.”
Eli frowns a little but ultimately does as told, his expression soft again as he climbs onto the bed and slots between my legs. “Let me put it in without it real fast, then I’ll put it on.”
My heart beats harder. Did he hear me think I can’t get addicted to it? “Two minutes,” I rush out. “Just two.”
Setting the condom aside, Eli leans in to slide his cock along my clit, circling it perfectly before he sinks inside. “Goddamn,Riley,” he breathes, cock pulsing as he sits there buried and his lips find mine.
It’s so intimate it makes me shiver, but I don’t break that slow, steady kiss until it becomes too much. “What are you doing?” I whisper, not really expecting an answer. “What are you doing to me?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he admits with a huff. “I don’t even know who I am anymore.”
I can tell he didn’t mean to say that, because his eyes flash slightly before he dips down to start sucking a mark on my neck — as if there aren’t already enough there.
How long has it been? Twenty seconds? Forty? A lifetime?
“Eli, I?—”
“Yeah, baby?”
He starts moving a little faster, gaze darkening as his chain hangs between us and he grinds perfectly against the spot that makes my eyelids flutter. Fuck. Was I counting? “You’re cheating,” I mumble, wrapping my legs around him.
“Never,” he whispers, biting my jaw slightly. “None of these bitches could ever compare.”
That’s not what I meant, but I can’t bring myself to tell him otherwise. How do I admit that I don’t want him to stop? That this feels too good to put anything between us?
“They better not.” Turning my head, I catch him in a messy kiss. “It’s been two minutes. Put it on.”
He bites my tongue before pulling away, his shiny cock hard between his thighs as he tears open the package and rolls it on without breaking eye contact. “You feel so good it makes me hate this thing.”
“I know,” I admit, guiding him back inside of me. “We’ll get used to it, I promise.”
“What birth control is it?” He instantly starts a brutal, deep pace, like this is the time to be talking about that at all.
“The pill. Why?”
He shakes his head as a response, sitting up to bend me in half so my legs are on his shoulders. “I’m the only one who’s had you raw, right?”
“Yes!” I gasp, gripping the sheets below me as he rails me into the mattress. “Yes, the only one.”
“Fuck yeah,” he groans, jaw tensing as he grips for leverage to fuck me impossibly harder. There’s no way they can’t hear his bed hitting the wall. “You’re the only one for me, too. Look at you that dick, cupcake.”
Fuck, he’s moving so fast they might not believe what they hear. It takes everything I’ve got to keep my moans just muffled, breathy gasps, especially as I glance over at his mirror, and find him watching us. It sends me over.
Feeling me clench has him growling, his eyes darkening as he fucks me through it so well it feels like there’s nothing in between us.
“See?” I whisper, dragging my lips across his jaw. “No difference at all.”
