Page 3 of Faking It Right
“Top me and find out,” he shot back with a flirty wink.
My face turned crimson, and an undignified squeak escaped me. Just as I was about to unleash a smart-ass retort to maskmy embarrassment, a brilliant idea struck me. “Wait, that’s afantasticidea!”
His eyebrows shot up, and for a brief second, his signature cool vanished. “Is it?”
“Absolutely! This isgenius,” I said, my excitement bubbling as everything clicked into place. “Mom wants me to date another ‘nice girl,’ but we both know she’d prefer you. So if you were my fake boyfriend, then that would be my Get Out of Jail Free card.”
“I must say,finallyasking me to be your boyfriend while I’m in the middle of receiving a blow job from another guy is a bold move.”
“Fakeboyfriend,” I corrected him. “You can come home with me for spring break, and we’ll convince my family we’re dating for real. That way, I can dodge any more of her matchmaking disasters.”
The heated look in his eyes made my heart hammer against my ribs like it was trying to escape the scene of the crime. “It doesn’t have to be fake, you know.”
I swallowed nervously, my brain felt overloaded by the tantalizing possibility. My voice trembled as I tried to downplay his reaction. “Forgive me for not taking your offer seriously while you have another guy literally sucking your dick right now.”
He snorted at that. “Look, if you want to do some hangin’ and bangin’, all you have to do is ask.”
I snickered at his ridiculous remark. “This is as close to ‘hanging and banging’ as I ever want to get with you, thanks.”
“But think about how much better it could feel if you let me pamper you properly.” Harley tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he arched up. “Ryker,” he moaned with lust as he climaxed.
The sultry sight seared itself into my memory, ensuring I’d be revisiting it later in the solitude of my bedroom, whether I liked it or not. Hearing my name roll off his luscious lips made my erection throb, leaving me desperate to come, straightness be damned.
I watched, wide-eyed, as the man swallowed Harley’s release, then theatrically cleaned him with his tongue. It only intensified the situation in my pants. He then shifted to straddle my best friend’s lap, giving him a seductive look. “Is it my turn now?”
His question made my gaze drop, and I noticed he was rock hard, with beads of precum glistening on his tip. He wasn’t as long or thick as Harley, and he didn’t stir the same confusion within me that my friend did. What the hell didthatmean?
Harley took the man’s cock in hand and stroked it, making me squirm on the love seat. I could almost feel his touch on my dick in a phantom caress, sending my heart into orbit. I was riveted as Harley kissed his way up the man’s neck before claiming his slick, swollen lips in a kiss so hot it would make a volcano jealous.
Seeing my best friend in total command, exuding enough sex appeal to override my common sense and make me hornier than a rabbit in heat, was almost more than I could bear. I couldn’t stop picturing him dominating my desires, forcing me to surrender as he made out with me while working his magic touch on my dick. It pushed me to the edge, even though I hadn’t laid a finger on myself.
The man’s hips desperately rocked as he fucked Harley’s fist, whimpering into their kiss. I stopped breathing. Harley held my gaze while kissing the man’s neck again. The look in his cobalt eyes wasn’t just fire; it was a supernova of smug victory aimed directly at me. It sent delightful shivers through me as I imagined his lips and heated breath against my skin.
I shouldn’t have been jealous or wanted to shove the guy off Harley and demand my best friend get me off. It wouldn’t take much, considering I was teetering on the verge of plausible deniability about still being straight.
The man’s sounds grew more desperate, and he nearly shouted my friend’s name as he came all over his hand.
Harley pinned me under his intense gaze as he licked the cum off his hand. With a full-body shudder, I came in my pants with a whimper that made his eyes flash with unadulterated triumph.
He smirked, clearly aware of what he had done to me. “I’mreallylooking forward to being your boyfriend when we go visit your family over break.”
“Fakeboyfriend,” I reminded him, hating the tremor in my voice.
“Sure.” His tone was airy, as if he didn’t buy my insistence that it would all be a ruse to get my mom off my back. “So fake it’ll be real.”
Unable to conjure a witty retort or fully process what had just transpired, I abruptly stood up, desperate to escape. Ignoring the sticky evidence of my total humiliation, I mumbled something incoherent about homework and left Harley with his conquest.
Shutting my bedroom door behind me, I hung my head with a heavy sigh.
Today had officially been fuckingweird.
Chapter Two
HARLEY
As I exitedthe bathroom post-shower, I shot a disapproving glance at Ryker’s closed bedroom door for what felt like the millionth time since my hookup left earlier that afternoon. After locking himself in there for hours, it was clear he was deliberately avoiding me. Oops.
In my defense, I absolutely deserved it after my little exhibition performance. But honestly, how could I resist showing off when Ryker unexpectedly came home early and caught me mid-blow job?
