Page 62 of Play Fake
“How… how many women tap out? Like they know, but then when they see, they just like… bolt? Or is it like a polite ‘holy fuck amazing but more Everest than I can take on right now thanks, anyway’?” She babbles like she always does when she’s nervous, and I tamp down the irritation I feel at her bringing up other women right now. Her deflecting, bringing in a crowd when she can’t handle being alone with someone, is a pattern I’ve grown to recognize in her and I’m not going to take it personal.
“Stalling now? It’s your turn,” I say, even though she’s still taking me in.
She blinks and looks down at herself. “Which one?”
“Both,” I answer immediately.
“One,” she counters.
“Is that fair?”
“Is life fair?”
I grunt in response, but her eyes hold me to an actual answer.
I jerk my chin. “The bra then.”
She reaches around, slowly unhooking each little clasp behind before it lets loose at last, and she lets the straps tumble down her arms and tosses the bra to the side. Her breasts are perfect. Full, probably double Ds, with perky peach nipples hard as ice for me. I know it’s me because the steam from the shower has made the room warm and humid, knocking the chill off our bodies several minutes ago. I want to reach forward, grab one and take it in my mouth, but I’m still waiting for her to ask.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, staying planted where I am even though I want to touch her more than anything. She shifts her weight uncomfortably and I can tell she’s bad at taking compliments, so I change the subject.
“What’s the verdict?” I ask, and I swear I can see a slight blush light the tops of her cheeks even in this pale light.
“The sacred chain of sorority girl rumors remains sacred. No lies were told.” Her lips twitch with amusement.
“Happy to clear that up for you.” I flash her a bright smile, and give her an opening to say something, anything that lets me know she wants more, but she just glances down at the floor.
“Well, I should let you get in the shower then, before we lose all the hot water.” I grab the towel back off the counter and start to move.
Before I get far, her hand darts out, pressing gently against my chest. “You could get in with me. We’d waste less water that way. I could get your back for you.” Her eyes rise to meet mine, questioning and teasing in equal measure.
I look up at the ceiling, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.
“Mac…. I…” I search for the right words. I don’t want to fuck this up by saying the wrong thing, but I am just a mere mortal and there is only so much I can take. “I have a lot of self-control. But right now, like this, fuck darlin’. Please have some mercy on me and let me go.”
I scrunch my eyes tighter, hoping I haven’t said the wrong thing again. Hoping she understands I absolutely respect whatever she does or doesn’t want from me, but I can’t take the outright torture she’s offering.
Her fingers lift off my chest, and I hate the loss of her.
“Of course. Whatever you need. I just… I want you, Waylon.”
Her confession sets off what feels like a bomb of hope, desire, and lust. It explodes in my chest, melting everything in its wake, and pools deep in my gut. I snap up again, my eyes locking on hers, holding her there to make sure she understands me.
“And I’ve told you, I will give you whatever you want if you just ask.”
She pauses a moment, “Can I…” Her lip rolls between her teeth. “Would you let me suck you off?”
Correction. Whatever I thought was a bomb? That was like a snap. One small puff of smoke. The question she just asked?Thatwas a fucking bomb going off in my chest.
And my answer is yes. Yes. Hell fucking yes. Except not because this wasn’t how I wanted this to go. I mean, not that any guy in his right mind wouldn’t want her gorgeous lips wrapped around him. But I wanted to make her come. I wanted to have my hands and my mouth on her, working every sensitive spot on her body until she couldn’t think straight. I wanted to show her I’m worthy of her, to see me as someone she might want to keep around.
“Waylon?” Worry crosses her features because I’ve taken too long to answer. The air is still gone from my lungs, maybe never to return. “You can say no. It won’t hurt my feelings. I mean I’m not… not like the other girls you fuck, as experienced I mean. I mean, I have experience, but you will definitely be the biggest I’ve ever had, and I don’t know if I can do it right the first time, but I’d like to try and—“
I need her to stop, but I don’t have the words, so my hand slips under her jaw and I run my thumb over her lips, quieting her. She looks at me wide-eyed, like she’s fucked up somehow and she’s sorry for it.
Holy fuck. This girl is going to break me. Permanently. Irreparably.
I take a breath, trying to get the oxygen back I need.
