Page 105 of Faking All the Way
“When I first met you, you didn’t think you were loud enough in bed, and you were shy about faking sex.” His teeth scrape my skin. “But now look at you. You’re the sexiest, most responsive woman I’ve ever known.”
I chuckle, tipping my head to the other side as his lips move across my throat. “What can I say? I met this guy who unlocked my wild side. He showed me a side of myself that I didn’t even know existed.” I hum softly as he traces my pulse point with his tongue. “I never would’ve known there are so many things I’m into until I tried them with you. And now I want to try everything. I want to explore all of it.”
He lifts his head, his eyes darkening, the blue getting deeper. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
My stomach flutters, heat gathering between my legs. I’m almost embarrassed to answer that question, but I’ve become so much bolder than I used to be. I’ve changed so much in these past weeks that sometimes I barely recognize myself.
So I hold his gaze as I say, “I want to try being blindfolded.”
He grins sinfully, his hands sliding around to cup my ass. “What else?”
“I liked being tied up,” I breathe, gaining confidence as I watch his reaction. “That was… really hot. So I’d want to try that again too. Maybe with different positions.”
His smile falls away, replaced by raw hunger. The hands on my ass squeeze a little, dragging me a bit closer to him as his voice drops to a low rasp. “What else?”
My pulse kicks, my heart hammering against my ribs. I can tell that my face is warm, my internal temperature rising. “I want to try anal. I liked when you played with my ass before, during sex. It… it made me want more.”
His nostrils flare, his breathing getting heavier as he curses under his breath. “Jesus, bright eyes. How can someone who looks so sweet and innocent be such a filthy girl deep down?”
He kisses me ravenously, pulling me tighter against his body and letting me feel that he’s half hard already just from this conversation. My body responds immediately, sparks dancing through my veins and my nipples peaking as his hands roam over my body.
My phone rings, loud and jarring in the quiet room, and I pull away reluctantly, my lips swollen and tingling. When I grab the phone from where I left it on the dresser, my mom’s name flashes on the screen.
“Hi, Mom,” I answer, trying to hide the breathlessness in my voice.
“Hey, sweetheart. Just wanted to remind you to leave plenty of time to get there. The roads are a little bad from the snow we got earlier. Your father is already complaining about the drive.”
“I will. We’re leaving in a few minutes, actually. Just finishing getting ready.”
“Perfect. See you soon!”
I hang up, still breathing a little hard. My clit is pulsing, my whole body on edge and wanting more. “We’d better get going or we’ll be late.”
Asher mutters another curse under his breath, adjusting the bulge behind his pants so that it’s less noticeable. “This isn’t over, bright eyes.”
Goosebumps spring up on my skin at the promise in his tone.
We leave the cabin a few minutes later, bundling up in coats and scarves against the cold. The drive to the barn doesn’t take long, even though we drive a little slower on the slick roads. But the entire time, the sexual tension between us is still ramped up to eleven. It fills the car, thick and electric. Every time I glance over at Asher, I catch him looking at me with desire in his eyes.
I almost wish I’d told my mom I was sick or something so we could skip this event and stay home instead. So we could finish what we almost started.
We get to the Fischer barn, which is decorated for Christmas with strings of lights and garland wrapped around the wooden beams. We greet my family briefly, and they all congratulate Asher on his new signing, everyone excited and happy for him.
My mom pulls me aside while everyone else is talking, her hand on my arm. “This is such a big deal for you two!” she exclaims quietly. “Denver! I’ve heard it’s really lovely out there.”
She’s assuming I’ll be moving there with him. Of course she is. Why wouldn’t she?
I nod weakly, trying to match her outward enthusiasm without confirming or denying her assumption. The inevitable ‘breakup’ between me and Asher is going to be hard enough to explain to my family without adding more lies to untangle.
We find seats near the back of the barn after extracting ourselves from my family. The space is filling up with people, neighbors and friends settling into the folding chairs. The choir is warming up on the small stage at the front, a mix of ages all wearing matching red sweaters.
Eventually, the lights dim and the show starts, the choir launching into their first song. I try to pay attention to the music, to focus on the performance, but it’s impossible.
Asher rests a hand on my leg, his palm warm through the fabric of my dress as his thumb traces small, maddening patterns on my skin—circles and figure eights, light touches that make my nerve endings come alive. I hold my breath as his hand moves a little higher with each pass, inching up my thigh.
Feeling daring in a way I never used to be, emboldened by our conversation earlier, I reach over to rest my hand on his leg too. I let my fingers trail up his thigh, then brush over his cock on purpose, finding him still half hard through his jeans.
God, has he been this way the whole time? Ever since our conversation back at the cabin?
