Page 27 of The Fake Boyfriend Fiasco

Her knees almost buckled.

Maybe he saw, because he reached out and slid an arm around her waist, pulling her close. The side of her body pressed against Nik’s chest, his lips grazing her shoulder, his hard cock pushing into her hip. He ran his mouth up the length of her throat, his tongue gliding over her skin.

“Fuck,” she breathed, the pulse of desire between her thighs becoming a pounding rhythm.

“Did you sneak up here to play with yourself?” he asked, obviously amused.

“Clearly, I did,” she gritted out.

“Were you going to lie in this bed—our bed—and make yourself come, chrysí mou? Without me? I should make you pay for that.”

She dragged in a shaking breath. “Why?”

Nik’s mouth sucked gently at the base of her throat for a moment, sending little arrows of sensation flying through her veins. Then he released her with a mocking tut, and said, “I don’t think you understand how much I—how much I’m willing to do for you, Aria. I certainly won’t let you fuck yourself.” He put the toy on the bed, then cupped her cheek in his hand and murmured, “I’ll do it for you.”

Her mind unravelled like a spool of thread dropped to the floor. “You’ll… do…”

“If that—” he flicked a glance at the toy “—is what you want, I’ll do it for you. Would you like to come?”

“Yes,” she breathed, the word spilling out before she could stop it. “Yes, I want to come.”

“Next time,” he said, “just ask.” He pulled down her bikini bottoms without hesitation, his hands rough. When the fabric fell to her feet, he grabbed her arse and pulled her tight against his body. Their kiss was hot and hard enough to make her shake. His tongue thrust against hers in a rhythm that should’ve felt crude, too suggestive, too dominant. She melted against him like he was licking into her pussy instead of her mouth.

A second later, he spun her around to face the bed. His hands, surprisingly gentle, pushed her until she bent forward, her upper body resting against the mattress, her arse thrust out lewdly. He picked up the toy, and then she couldn’t see him anymore—but she could feel him right behind her, and one of his hands roamed over the curve of her belly.

“Do you have anything to say to me?” he asked softly. For a moment, she frowned, confusion breaking through the haze of lust.

But then she realised he was checking up on her. Making sure this wasn’t too far. Asking for the safe word that wasn’t supposed to be sexual, and yet, here they were.

Aria shook her head, relishing the feel of the cool sheets against her cheek. “No.”

“Good.” She heard the creak of the floor as he moved, sinking down behind her. She could feel his breath against her thighs. Then his big hands palmed her arse and spread her wide, and she felt his breath against her slick folds instead. He let out a low moan. “You are so fucking wet.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

She hesitated. “Why?”

“Tell me why.”

Exquisite tension coiled tight in her core. “Because… because I want you.”

“Thank fucking God for that,” he muttered. A second later she felt the cool, blunt tip of the vibrator sliding experimentally through her folds, growing slippery as it eased over her wetness. When it teased her swollen, desperate clit, she gave a ragged cry, and Nik’s head fell forward to rest against her thigh. “Ah, fuck, Ri. Do you need it? Right now?”

“Now,” she agreed, the word strangled.

His fingers spread her intimate folds wider. She could almost feel his intensity, could imagine that dark, focused stare. And for a moment she didn’t want the toy at all; she wanted his hot mouth, his hands, and his thick cock. God, she wanted that cock.

She didn’t get it. Instead, he murmured, “How long have you been like this?”

“Long enough,” she gritted out. And then felt a delicious stretch as the vibrator eased into her pussy, painfully slow and satisfying. “Oh, God, more—”

“Can you take it?”

With a frustrated growl, Aria thrust her hips back. Sensation arced through her as she took the toy deeper, her need only growing.

“Fuck,” he hissed, as if it was his dick inside her. As if he was experiencing this pleasure. “Oh my God. The way you look right now—”

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