Page 26 of Rosé with My Fake Fiancé
It doesn’t take long. His head falls forward, his arm trembles, and I turn my head to kiss the veins that stand out while he strains.
He comes quietly, the opposite of the loud, sloppy mess that I was. In the light cast by the single fixture over the door, I watch his lean torso and muscles tense and flex while he comes, each drop hitting in a hot flick onto my skin.
With one small grunt, he collapses to the side and releases his cock. The bed dips, and then he kisses my shoulder, a palm coming to my belly and dipping a finger in the mess he made.
“Fuck,” he finally says.
I smile at his use of putain. I’m not comfortable enough with my French vocabulary to use it in bed, and I liked our bilingual sex. Hearing Luc use words like le cul and tétons for my ass and boobs was hot.
“Can you stay the night?” he asks, flattening his palm against my skin. “Maybe a shower and then round two?”
“Yes, please.”
Luc gets up and retrieves a washcloth from the bathroom, wiping my stomach before we step under the steaming hot shower.
Luc’s place is small and run-down, though he keeps it tidy. As small as this shower is, the water is good—high pressure and warm—and I can’t keep my hands off of Luc. The suds make everything slick, and I twist my grip around his cock, enjoying the smoothness of his shaft and the grunts he makes when I reach the tip.
Luc pushes me away with a growl. “Bed. Now.”
We rinse and dry off in a rush, and I squeak in surprise when Luc pushes me face down onto his bed. He settles between my legs, and I tilt my hips, giving him access to as much of me as he wants. I jolt in surprise when he starts in my center and licks back over my ass. The shock of it is all I can feel at first, but then I get used to it, and Luc’s tongue makes me warm and wet and aching.
My legs tighten, and Luc shifts, his arms coming underneath my thighs, and his hands reach back and spread my butt cheeks to give himself more access. I can feel an orgasm building, and he must feel it too, because he focuses on my clit with his tongue.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he says against my skin. When my clit is back in his mouth, I come hard, locking up and letting out a low guttural sound as I come against his face.
As soon as my twitches subside, Luc is up and covering my body. “Can I get a condom? I want to fuck you and watch that ass bounce for me.”
“Oh god, yes.”
I turn my head so I can watch Luc walk naked back to the bathroom and retrieve a condom. Summoning the energy, I wait until his eyes are back on me, and I raise my hand and smack my ass.
Luc’s cock twitches, and he glares at me. “Fuck, that was naughty.” I laugh as he hurries to sheath himself and settles back between my legs.
With his weight pressed on my back and Luc’s breath hot in my ear, he growls, “Please tell me I can do that.”
“Yes,” I hiss, and Luc’s body disappears. I brace myself for a spanking, but Luc runs the head of his cock up and down my slick lips. He teases me, and himself, by running it up the crack of my ass, too, his cock nestling between my cheeks while he presses his hips against me and traps it.
“Luc,” I beg, tilting my hips up.
“So needy.” His voice is strained.
Luc guides himself in, and the press of his perfect cock makes me moan. He eases in and out until everything is wet and frictionless before leaning back over me, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades. I watch him over my shoulder as his hips move.
Luc’s hands are on either side of my body, pressing into the mattress. I curl my hands up and tuck them under my shoulders, tucking my elbows into my chest. Luc’s legs stretch out, his weight shifting onto my body more, and his hands slide down, his fingers intertwining with mine. It’s a hug from behind, and it slows us, changing the pace.
His hips twist and flex, mine tilt, and soon he’s nuzzling the side of my face, breathing hard and still scrambling to be deeper inside of me. The noises I make are quieter, more intimate, but they don’t need to be loud. He’s right here, absorbing every signal of my pleasure I’m willing to give.
“I’m getting close,” he whispers, and I moan. “Can you come like this?”
I can barely shake my head, but I also pull him in tighter. “Don’t stop. It feels good.”
We’re slicked in sweat now, and he slides up my body further, changing the angle. I love the way he feels, pressing against my ass as he grinds into me. Luc backs up just enough to press his face into my back and gives a few harder thrusts before he shatters, pulsing deep inside of me.
Luc rolls off quickly, and I miss his weight and the heat between us. He keeps the momentum and rolls out of bed, back to the bathroom to take care of the condom.
I know I should get up and clean myself, but I’m happy to bask in the best sex I’ve ever had.
Having a one-night stand with my fake fiancé was the best decision I ever made.
