Page 54 of The Fake Out

I was all over the place, and I couldn’t make this emotional. She’d asked me for one night, and that was what I promised. So this needed to be hot and fast. If it became anything more, I might never recover.

“Head down, ass up,” I demanded, flipping her onto her stomach. Her normal sass was noticeably missing, and fuck if I didn’t love how she followed my commands without blinking. I ran my hands up her waist and along her ribs to cup her breasts. With the weight of them heavy in my hands, I pinched both nipples, teasing her, pushing her back toward the brink.

“Emerson, I need your cock. Inside me now.” Her voice had both an edge and pleading to it as she rocked against me.

As my dick wept, begging to finally be unleashed, I pulled away to grab a condom out of the nightstand. In record time, I had it on and was behind her, rubbing my tip along her lips.

“Damn, Gi. Your pussy is crying for my cock.”

“So stop being so damn stingy with it.”

The sass was back, and it had me chuckling. But the second I let myself slip into her, all humor evaporated. She was heaven. Hot, wet, and gripping me like a tight fist.

I groaned as I bottomed out inside her and her ass cheeks pressed into my thighs.

“Move, Emerson,” she pleaded. “I need you to move.”

That made two of us. With a quick motion, I slipped out and plunged back in. Electricity zapped through me, igniting a fire that licked up my spine. “Damn.”

With every thrust, her ass bounced, mesmerizing me. Driving me on. Like an animal, I rutted over and over. I smacked the soft flesh as I thrust balls deep, and she whimpered as the cracking sound echoed against the walls and ceiling. Faster, harder, I pistoned my hips against her.

“Emerson.” The moan of my name had me on edge, but I was determined to make her come first.

“One more,” I demanded through clenched teeth as her pussy quivered and tightened.

She was so close. I spanked her ass one more time, and she clenched around me so tight, over and over, until I thought I might die from the sheer pleasure of the moment.

“Oh my God,” she cried, her arms slipping and her body tipping so her cheek was pressed against the mattress. A burning need to see her face had me pulling out and flipping her over.

Eyes glazed with pleasure, she peered up at me softly. Walls down. At my mercy.

That right there, that open vulnerability, was my downfall. The whole world shifted, and in that moment, I fell hard. Epically. Off an edge and into an abyss. My perspective was forever changed. Looking into her eyes as I slipped inside her, I knew there was no going back.

I pumped my hips, consumed by the feeling of being inside her soft, warm body. Without slowing, I linked our hands and lifted them over her head, bracing myself on my elbows changing the angle. Her eyes flitted shut, and I dropped my mouth to hers, needing to be as close to this woman as possible.

And like that, linked to her, I came. In a violent burst of pleasure that raced through me. That all-out euphoria wasn’t contained to just my dick. No, the sensation settled firmly in my chest. I pulled away from her mouth and buried my face in the crook of her neck, holding on to this moment for as long as I could. I wanted to hold it forever, remember it when I was eighty. Because in this moment, I finally understood the difference between sex and making love. When emotions were involved, it was a joke to think that anything between us could be casual.

I brushed my nose along the sensitive spot under her ear, and she shivered. Then I pressed my lips to the soft skin of her neck. Finally, I forced myself to lift up and give her one more kiss before I pulled out.

I hated leaving her even for a second.

“I’m going to get rid of the condom.”

She nodded.

Heart pounding in my ears, I slipped out of the room and into the bathroom. There was still an open hole in the wall, and only the toilet and the sink worked. But sharing a bathroom was no longer an annoyance. Maybe I’d even talk her into the shower now. Gi wasn’t as big a germophobe as her brother, but I knew she preferred sleeping in her own sheets, so we’d at least have to switch beds.

Once the condom was disposed of, I washed my hands, then stepped out into the hall. Across the way, Gi’s door was shut. I stumbled to a stop, and disappointment hit me like a punch to the gut. I could have sworn the door was open when I stepped into the bathroom. No way she just left. Three steps, and I turned into my room. My comforter was mussed and bunched where her hands had fisted it, and my clothes were strewn on the floor. But otherwise, the room was empty.

I blinked twice. She had asked for a good time. But it had become so much more than that. My heart thunked weirdly in my chest. Had it really only been a quick fuck to her?

Fuck that. I knew it was more. The chemistry between us went way beyond just sex. Way beyond even good sex. But what was I going to do about it?

As the door clicked shut, I gripped the red fabric to my chest. I wasn’t super comfortable walking around naked, but I hadn’t wanted to pause to put on my dress. Besides, all I had to do was cross the hall. Walking out might not have been the right choice, but I didn’t want it to be weird when he came back. Flings meant leaving. But I was terrible at flinging, apparently, because I was already being hit with a wave of emotion. I blinked back the tears and the disappointment crashing through me. I desperately wanted a hug. And that wasn’t a fling thing. Cuddles were for couples.

Plus, I had a hang-up about sheets. That was far too much to get into with a fling, so giving him space seemed like the best bet.

But now my legs were shaky, and I was swinging between sore and blissed out. Part of me wanted to go back to his potentially germy sheets just so I could bask in the comfort of his arms around me.

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