Page 76 of The Fake Out

“Oh God.” I leaned back, the glass cool against my ass cheeks as his hot mouth covered me. I was so close already. Two swipes of his tongue, and my legs were quivering. I grabbed his hair, holding him against me.

He chuckled, and the vibration shot up my spine. With another long lap, he sucked hard on my clit, making my whole body tighten. Buzz. He alternated between slow laps and sucks until I was on the edge, and tight swirling need rushed through my body. Finally, I broke and bucked against his face, coming hard.

“Emerson,” I called.

“Yes. That’s it. Drown me,” he moaned against my pussy. As soon as the last wave of pleasure stopped, he was on his feet, pressing his lips to mine, owning my mouth the way he’d owned my pussy.

“I need to feel you inside me,” I begged, reaching between us to release him from his pants.

“Condom.” He started to pull away, but I stopped him.

“I’m on birth control. And after…” I shook my head. “I was tested. I’m good.”

He nodded. “Me too. But if I’m taking you bare, I want all your skin.” He pulled the tank top over my head, then ran a finger down the center of my chest to the bra clasp between them. As he released it and my breasts spilled out, a shiver racked through me.

“Looking at you steals the breath from my body.” He perused every inch of my skin. “I just need one taste.” Angling forward, he wrapped his lips around my nipple.

I whimpered at the thrill that raced down my body. “More,” I begged.

He switched to the other side for one moment before pulling back and yanking the Revs polo over his head. As it fell to the floor and he went to work on the button and zipper of his pants, he kept his eyes on me. Once he’d kicked off his shoes and his pants, only stumbling once, he lifted my leg and hooked it over his hip.

Eyes locked with mine, he sank into me.

My head fell back against the glass and I moaned.

“Fuck, Gi,” he gritted out, tipping back and watching the place we were joined. His breath picked up, and he thrust, swirling his hips. “Nothing is prettier than your pussy taking my cock against the night sky.”

The glass was more of a mirror from the outside, and no one could see us. Even so, the idea of Boston behind me made me throb.

He dropped his hands to my ass, gripping tight, as he slowly slid back out before thrusting deep. “The way you feel against me. Around me,” he groaned. “I’m not going to last.” With that, he quickened his pace, slamming into me hard and deep.

Every thrust of his hips pressed me harder into the glass. Over and over, rocking deep. My stomach tightened. My legs quivered.

“Come on, Gi. Come for me,” he begged as he thrust hard.

The cold behind me biting against my skin, his hot body pressing against my breasts, the feel of him deep inside me—it was all too much. But at the same time, it wasn’t enough. All I could do was cling to him as I clenched around him.

“Oh yeah. That’s it.” He thrust once more, twice, and on the third, he groaned my name, pulsing inside me and filling me up.

He collapsed against me, panting into my neck. And we stood there for just one minute, but that minute felt perfect.

“Come on,” he mumbled. “I need to clean you up.”

He finally pulled away and led me down the hall to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, I was in one of his Boston Revs T-shirts and he was in a pair of black boxers, forking bites of manicotti straight out of the dish.

“Second best thing I’ve had all day,” Emerson said, shoving another bite into his mouth.

I rolled my eyes. “First being the salad?”

“First being your pussy as you came all over my face.”

A shot of heat rushed through me at the image he painted. “Emerson!”

“You asked.” He chuckled, stabbing another forkful of manicotti. “What are your plans for the week?”

I shrugged. “I don’t have much. I need to send Dylan some mockups before the end of the week.”

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