Page 38 of Foul & Fake
Her lips purse as she thinks about it, but it’s clear her imagination comes up short. “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?”
You begging me to breed you so I don’t have to poke another hole in a condom. That shit made me feel insane, especially because I don’t want kids yet, but I know she craves this too. She just won’t admit it. “I want to chase you through these woods and fuck you against a tree. Let me hunt you, baby.”
Her eyes widen, but she nods. “Right now?”
I’m already hard, but I use all my strength to keep my cool. “Not yet. I have a plan for that, but I’m glad you’re already wet for it.”
I don’t have a plan, and I don’t have to feel inside her panties to know she’s wet, but the blush on her cheeks confirms it anyway.
“Right. Do you hunt people often?”
“I’ve never even wanted to, but you? You I don’t mind chasing.”
I meet her gorgeous blue eyes as my words sink in, trying to read her mind and see if she knows I mean that in more ways than one.
I think she does. I can see her soften, and maybe it’s just because we’re alone in the woods, but she steps a little closer. “Good thing I’m pretty good at running from you, hm?”
My hands fall to her hips so I can spin us around and take a seat, pulling her in to straddle my lap. “You’re a professional,”I joke. “It just so happens I run a lot for a living, so you can’t outrun me.”
“Maybe not,” she agrees, pulling a cupcake out and holding it to my lips. “But I’m better at hiding.”
I take a bite, holding her gaze as I chew so we don’t lose this moment. “I think I could find you anywhere. You can’t even keep secrets from me, your innocent little eyes will give you away.”
“How do you know I’m not keeping secrets, soccer boy?”
You are. You’re just keeping them from yourself because you want to believe this can never be real. Maybe I want to believe that too, but it feels anything but. “Call it a hunch.”
Her eyes drop to her hands where they fidget with the wrapper. “Are you keeping secrets from me?”
I should have known she’d take it that way. “No.” Nothing aside from the stalking, sex tapes, the holes I’ve put in condoms, and the fact that I turned her location on for myself the last time she slept over my house. I just hate not knowing where she’s at. “I think we still have a lot to learn about each other, but I’m not keeping anything earth-shattering from you. Is there anything you want to know?”
A thousand questions pass over her eyes, but none come out of her mouth. “Nope. Not one.”
I’m prepared to push her, but she puts both of her hands on my face and kisses me so sweetly I forget what we were talking about entirely. She tastes like frosting and it’s so damn addicting I squeeze her hips tighter and deepen it before she can pull away.
Her lips part for me, letting me in as she grinds down on my lap, telling me our conversation — whatever the hell it was about — is over. She wants something a little different now, and I just have to hope I don’t come in my pants again.
“You want to fuck right here, baby?” I ask breathlessly, tugging on her waistband as she nods, dipping down to kiss my neck.
“You have one with you?”
Yes. “I don’t think so. It’s fine. You can walk around with my cum dripping down your thighs. Doesn’t that sound hot?”
I run my hands along her skin underneath her hoodie and bare my neck more for her, but she bites me harder than usual.
“It sounds hot, but we’re fake dating, remember?” she asks, dragging her tongue over the spot she bit. “Come in my throat instead.”
I’d deny her if I could, but I happen to love it when she sucks my cock, and I’ve always wanted to get sucked off in the woods. “Let me stand up so you can kneel.”
She shimmies off my lap and stays on her knees, looking up at me as I get to my feet and lean back against the tree. Seeing her down there like this, so clean against the dirty ground, so innocent in such a public place… my cock is already hard when she pulls it out.
My toes curl as she sucks me in, a groan leaving me as she suckles on the head like it’s a lollipop. “Good girl. Can I record this?”
I’d just do it if I wasn’t so worried it’d make her stop, so this time I give her an opportunity to consent.
She nods, not sliding off of me even as she pulls my hood over her head.
I can’t see her damn face, just her nose and her lips, but it doesn’t stop me from pulling out my phone and getting the perfect angle of my cock as it moves in and out of her mouth.
