Page 48 of The Fake Boyfriend Fiasco

“Let me in,” he gritted out.

Aria bent forward and pushed herself back onto the dildo. Her pussy was so slick that the thick head breached her entrance without issue, just a smooth, slick glide that made her moan low.

Nik’s ragged moan joined hers as he watched. “Aria—”

“Beg,” she repeated.

His head fell back as he released a strangled growl. And then, finally, he met her eyes and said, “Please. Please, Aria, let me in so I can fuck you until you scream—”

“Why?”

“Because I need you!” he burst out, lust and desperation tangled in his voice.

I need you, too. I want to tell you all the ways I need you, but I’m not brave enough yet.

Soon, though. Soon. Because I know that you won’t hurt me when I do. Because I know that I can’t hurt myself on you.

“Fine,” she said aloud. “Come—”

He didn’t even let her finish the sentence.

* * *

Nik shoved the shower door open, stepped inside, and slammed it so hard behind him he was surprised it didn’t shatter. If it had, he probably wouldn’t have noticed. His heart pounded out demands against his rib cage: need her want her take her have her taste her—

Aria didn’t stand up, didn’t ease the toy out of her pussy and come to him, because she was a witch whose purpose in life was to melt his fucking brain. That was really the only explanation. She watched him with a wicked smile on her face as she rode that pink dildo like she was on a mission. A mission to undo him completely. Judging by the drugging swirl of pleasure that had taken over Nik’s body, she was succeeding.

She reached out and grabbed his hips, yanking him forward. When her tongue flicked the head of his cock, he buried his hands in her hair and swore. “You want me in your mouth, moro mou? Like this?”

“Yes,” she panted, still thrusting against the dildo, arching her back with every stroke.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck. You look so good.”

She laughed darkly, then wrapped her lips around him and sucked hard enough to make his knees weak. Nik almost bit off his own tongue with the effort it took to keep still, to stop himself from thrusting into the heat of her mouth.

As if she knew what he wanted—of course she knew what he wanted—Aria sucked him deeper, the pressure of her lips sheer ecstasy. Nik drew in gasping breaths as she took him inch by inch, her tongue laving the sensitive underside of his shaft. It was strange, to be like this, to feel like this—near frantic with lust, mindless with need—and love her at the same time. He’d never had this before, want and adoration intertwined. Not until her.

He liked it. He loved it. He never wanted to lose it.

He couldn’t lose her.

Nik swallowed hard as he felt the tip of Aria’s nose touch his abs. Her throat worked around him, hot and impossibly erotic, and he waited for her to pull back and gasp… but she didn’t. Holy shit, she didn’t. She just moved slowly back and forth, sucking him deep and hard, until Nik thought he might die. He might actually fucking die.

And then he realised that she was touching herself. She was fucking that dildo and sucking his dick and rubbing her clit in tight circles like it was the hottest thing she’d ever done in her life—and Jesus, he couldn’t fucking cope with this. “I’m going to come, I’m going to come in your mouth. You want me to?”

He broke off as she moaned, her body arching and stiffening all at once, the hand between her legs slowing, then stilling completely. She was coming, and sucking him harder, and gripping his hip with her free hand as if she wanted to trap him there.

When Nik came a second later, his vision went black.

* * *

“So,” Aria said, her fingers gliding through his chest hair. “That was fun.”

If Nik had had the strength, he would’ve sat up; it seemed the only way to stare at her with the appropriate amount of astonishment. At the minute, though, he could barely lift his head from the pillow. In fact, he was surprised he’d managed to stagger into bed at all. “Fun?”

“You didn’t like it?” she asked, apparently innocent. But he knew if he looked down, she’d have one of those sly little smiles on her face.

“Woman. My bones are now 80% fluid.”

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