Page 80 of Lessons in Faking
“You’re staring,” I pointed out, an eyebrow raised and a smile I couldn’t suppress on my lips.
“I guess I am.” There wasn’t a hint of embarrassment or shame in his voice before his lips crashed onto mine again. He kissed my jaw, trailed his lips farther down my neck and chest. Making his way down my body, he merely grazed one nipple before he moved on, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses all the way down to my wet jeans.
His eyes jumped to mine, head tilting as his hand lingered over the zipper, waiting for my approval to continue. I just nodded, not sure I’d be able to form a coherent sentence.
“Use your words, Princess,” he teased, placing another kiss right above my waistband, making me squirm underneath him.
“Take them off,” I told him. “Please.”
Almost completely exposed, I pulled him back up to my face. I couldn’t help but stare at how the muscles in his arms moved when his hands trailed along my body, how they shifted underneath his skin. How his defined torso raised and fell heavily, in sync with his breathing.
“God,” I breathed out. “I hope you’re bad at this.” My confession was met with a low laugh, and it only reinforced my words. “Really,reallybad.”
You came here to break up with him, I reminded myself. But I could still do that after, couldn’t I? Watching as he slid out of his sweatpants, reminded again of the bulge straining against his boxer briefs, I decided getting this out of my system would be good.
This primal, hungry need for him.
“I’ll try my best.” His eyes jumped to mine. “Just for you.”
“Will you?”
“No.” He managed to slip that in just before our lips connected again, and my hands enjoyed exploring his defined back enough that I didn’t care. When that last piece of fabric came off, and he rolled the condom he’d found in the nightstand down his length, that fear was only replaced by factual knowledge.
Whatever happened next wouldn’t be bad.
He stroked himself once.Not at all.
Good sex. Just really good sex. That’s all it was. Two grown adults getting it out of their system before going their separate ways. Purely physical attraction fizzing between us. That’s all there was to it.
I don’t think I believed it for a second.
“Look at me,” he murmured, and my gaze returned to his, eyes a little wider than they were before. His fingers hooked underneath my panties, teasing down and back up my wet folds.
My breath grew heavier, lids threatening to fall shut every time he pushed between me a little more, never fully.
“Athalia.” His voice was dark and heavy, and my eyes opened fully again. “Look at me, Princess,” he muttered. I tried my best to oblige, though when he slid the last piece of fabric down my legs in one skillful motion, I couldn’t help but throw my head back with a satisfied sigh.
“Hey.” I could feel him align with my entrance. “Look away, and I’ll stop.”
“Is that a threat?” My eyes narrowed at him, though the teasing tone in my voice was obvious enough to make his lips curl into a smirk. I moved against his cock, and I got a deep sound of satisfaction in return.
“It absolutely is.”
Whatever I meant to retort, I forgot as soon as he pushed into me. My head fell back, though my eyes stayed on him. I made sure of it, just in case he’d follow through on his threat.
With every inch he added, his breathing deepened until a low, unapologetic moan escaped his lips when hewas inside me fully. Just feeling him, feeling myself adjust around him, made me a writhing mess underneath him.
“Shhh,” he whispered, eyes fluttering shut only for a second. “I know, love. I know.” A kiss to my forehead, and I shuddered at the touch.
His first thrust was hesitant, slow. As if he didn’t want to miss a single sensation as he explored me. His eyes connected with mine again, an unspoken question lingering in their depths that I answered with another moan.
This was fine—more than fine.
So he moved again, settling into a steady rhythm. The room filled with sounds we were both trying our best to suppress... unsuccessfully.
“Athalia,” he said. “You’re a dream.” He was edging me closer to relief with every snap of his hips against me, every rasp of his voice. “You don’t know how often you’ve been in mine.”
When his hand trailed across my nipples, down my stomach and between my legs, I was done for. “Fuck,” he groaned, slowing down, becoming sloppier. “You feel so good.” Every sound he couldn’t seem to suppress traveled right between my legs. Clinging to him like he was my lifeline, I moved my hips against his.
