Page 47 of Foul & Fake
“It was implied,” she hisses, looking at me like she hates me. Why would she hate me? I’ve never done anything to her, in fact I’m specificallynotdoing something to her. That’s why we’re all in this mess.
Or maybe I’m just to blame there.
“I just want to smell her. Wait, that came out weird. I mean, I was at a party and all I could think about was her and the room started to spin and I knew if I could just smell her hair the room would stop spinning.”
Nailed it. I just wish it was a lie.
Even in the darkness I see her soften slightly. “Fine, but if she makes even one complaint you’re leaving.”
“Alright.”
“If you puke in here I will murder you,” she continues, making me roll my eyes.
“Jesus, alright.”
Scoffing, she takes a step back toward her bed. “And no sex.”
That one I can’t agree to. “Did I do something to you personally or something?”
“Oh, fuck off. You disturbed my sleep and that’s grounds for me to hate you enough. You smell like Jager.”
Good nose. “No I don’t. Go to sleep.”
She flips me off and mutters something that sounds like, “I swear to god, I’ll kill you” but I ignore her and make my way to Cupcake’s bed.
I’m staring at her adorably, relaxed face in the dark the whole time I strip down to my boxers, and when I climb in and bury my face into her hair the world around me calms.
I knew she’d be the cure.
A few hours later,I wake to find her lying peacefully on my chest. I don’t know when she decided to curl into me, but as heavy breathing fills the silence, I feel myself harden at the contact.
It’s pathetic how her leg near my dick is all it takes, but here we are.
She’s still sleeping though, so I gently roll her onto her side and slide my fingers into her panties, biting back a grin when I realize she’s wearing one of my shirts.
That first circle I draw on her clit makes her moan softly, but she still doesn’t stir. Her hips roll and her eyelids flutter, yet they stay closed until I can feel the rush of wetness on my fingers.
The surprise on her face has me grinding my hard cock against her for a little relief. It’s fucking breathtaking how beautiful she looks right now still half asleep, but when those perfectly hooded blue eyes meet mine, I have to fight the urge not to roll over on top of her and just take her. Instead I use my other hand to hold a finger up to my lips so she knows to be quiet and keep working her clit like it’s my job.
I ease up on the pressure when she twitches. The way her eyelashes flutter and her breath catches makes my cock throb,but it’s nothing compared to the tiny, muffled whimpers she lets out as she gets close to the edge.
Fuck, I better not blow in my pants again. This girl is going to give me a complex.
I lean in so I can nuzzle into her neck and ghost my lips along her skin, leaving goosebumps behind.
When she whispers my name as she comes, I wish that I could swallow it down and keep it for myself.
I don’t deserve it, but I need it all the same.
With my gaze locked with hers I move in between her thighs and shove my boxers down, precum dripping onto her belly button as I tug her panties aside and spread her legs. Her gaze snaps to Sam, so I grip her chin and pull her back to me as I slide inside her.
“Eli, c?—”
The word condom dies on her tongue like it has every time we’ve done this since Halloween. She can’t stop this anymore, she promised.
As I bottom out I hold her gaze, reminding her of that promise with my eyes as I slowly begin to move in and out of her. She’s mine.Mine.Mine, and no one is going to stop me from claiming what’s mine.
I drop down to immediately begin sucking more marks on her neck as she trembles below me and wraps her legs around my waist. It feels so good being trapped inside her. It makes me feel wanted and craved the same as I want and crave her, and in these moments, it actually feels real. We feel real.
