Page 7 of Faking the Shot

"Let go, honey," he urges, his voice husky and filled with need. "I've got you. Let me feel you, all of you. Come all over my cock."

And just like that, I'm tumbling over the edge again, my entire being consumed by ecstasy and I’m no longer of this world. Tyler thrusts hard and fast, prolonging my release a little bit more and then he follows, his release marking the culmination of our passionate joining, and I crave more as a sliver of disappointment hits me. I want to feel him release inside me. Without a condom.

It’s a thought I’ve never had before.

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The next morning I wake up and my body aches pleasantly from the night's activities. The warmth in my chest surprises me, and I realize it's because Tyler wraps snuggly around me, still asleep. His breath tickles my neck, making me shiver. I lift my hands and roam them over his taut back and enjoy the smooth silkiness of his skin.

"Good morning," Tyler murmurs. His eyes flutter open. He nuzzles my neck, pressing a soft kiss there.

"Morning," I whisper, blushing at the memory of last night. Tyler kisses my cheeks and doesn't seem to accept my shyness, smiling at me instead.

"Come on," he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of bed. "Let's take a shower together."

Before I can protest, Tyler drags me into the bathroom, turning on the water and stepping under the spray. I follow him, delighting in the way our bodies fit together as we share this intimate moment as I stroke him off and he fingers me to completion. The steam envelops us, and for a moment, it feels like we're the only two people in the world.

"Ready to face the day?" Tyler asks, grinning as he shuts off the water and hands me a towel. I nod, realizing our interactions feel natural. We seamlessly slip into the roles of a couple, surprising even ourselves with our chemistry.

"Absolutely," I reply, trying my best to sound confident.

We get dressed and head downstairs to rejoin the festivities. The many events are in full swing, and we weave through the crowd, side by side. We partook in a three-legged race that we only won because Tyler ended up picking me up and carrying me to the finish line. I don’t remember laughing so much in my life. Shortly after, we went to the dining hall for brunch.

"Hey, there's Mr. Anderson," I whisper to Tyler as we spot him across the room, engrossed in a discussion with another lawyer who is a junior partner.

"Let's go say hi," Tyler suggests, taking my hand and leading me toward my boss. I follow his lead as I clutch onto his hand.

"Mr. Anderson, how are you enjoying the weekend so far?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

"Ah, Mildred! It's been very fun and relaxing. But the best is getting to finally meet your boyfriend," he says with genuine enthusiasm.

“Always love to meet a fan,” Tyler says.

Throughout the day, Tyler and I steal quiet moments together, whether it's sharing a private joke or stealing glances across the room. These moments are genuine and intimate, making my heart flutter each time.

"Did you see Mr. Anderson's face when they mentioned that obscure court ruling?" I giggle at Tyler during a break in the presentations.

"Priceless," he laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

As we spend more time together, I can't help the growing warmth towards Tyler. There's an electric charge between us, and I'm surprised at how much I long for more private moments with him. I sneak glances at him when I think he's not looking, only to catch him doing the same.

"Hey," Tyler whispers during one of our stolen moments, his lips brushing against my ear. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"Thank you," I reply. I drop my gaze and my cheeks flush with happiness, but I question if there’s going to be more after this weekend is over.

As the day comes to a close, I find myself alone with Tyler on the same balcony as the night before, overlooking the resort, the starry sky providing a breathtaking backdrop. Our hands brush against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through me, and he moves around me and leans my back against his chest.

"Can I share something with you?" Tyler asks softly in my ear, his voice gentle and inviting. I nod, curious about what he wants to reveal.

"Growing up," he begins, "I always felt like an outsider in my family because of my love for reading. My parents and siblings were all into sports, and never understood how I found solace in classic literature."

"Really?" I can't help the surprise in my voice, but I'm also delighted. "I had no idea."

"Yep," he grins, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I've always been drawn to stories about people who defy societal expectations and forge their own paths."

"Me too," I admit, thinking of how we both ended up in careers that we're passionate about, despite the pressures to conform. The connection between us deepens as we continue to uncover shared interests and experiences.

"With you, there’s no longer this outsider feeling anymore.”

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