Page 16 of The Fake Date Deal

“To the top of my ass crack.”

I spun her around, her face to the mirror. Kissed my way down her spine to the small of her back. A shudder ran through her. She grabbed me by my hair.

“Keep going that way, and we’ll be here all night.”

I shook free of her grip and took a bite of her ass. She yelped, laughed, and whirled. Pulled me up by my ears. I laughed as she pushed me back to the bed. She knocked me down on it and crawled up my body, kissing her way up my bare thigh. My cock twitched with interest as she teased all around it, up my hipbone, across my belly. Down the dark treasure trail leading to heaven. She took me in my mouth all the way to the root, her plush lips gliding down the length of my shaft. I bucked up without meaning to, and she chuckled around me.

“Careful,” she whispered, her breath a fresh tease. I could feel her lips vibrate as she sighed around my cock. She did things with her tongue I could only guess at, little flicks and flutters that made my heart race. I ran my hands through her hair, down the line of her back, up her smooth arms and back down again. I wanted to do more than that, to make her shiver, but electrical currents were racing all through me. Every swirl of her tongue had my toes curling. Every lick of her breath had me biting my tongue. I could feel myself hovering close to the edge.

“Enough,” I groaned.

Eve didn’t hear me. She danced her tongue round in circles. I pulled her back, breathless, and pinched my arm to hold back.

“You’re too good at that. I nearly just?—”

“So?” She winked at me wickedly, and I flipped her on her back.

“So I’ve got more plans for you. Plans for all night.” I kissed her lips, then her forehead. Smoothed her hair on the pillow. Sat back to admire her stretched out on my bed. How had I got so lucky to have her this way?

“Come here,” she said, and pulled me back to her. She’d pulled a condom from somewhere and she rolled it on me, her hand sliding down to cup my balls. “You have no idea how hard it was waiting. Watching you on that track, so fast. My speed demon. I wanted to Google how many laps — how many laps till I could have you — but I couldn’t take my eyes off you even for a second.” She guided me into her, and I thrust deep. The sound she made then was low and feral, pure desire, wanting. She grabbed my hair and twisted.

“Fuck me.”

“Yeah… yeah…” I couldn’t have said no to her even if I’d wanted. My body was all hers, every atom. She was my whole world, all I could see, hear, or feel. I lost myself in her, and we crashed like the ocean, wave after wave of juddering pleasure. I felt her nails down my back and knew she’d leave scratches, and sucked a bruise on her shoulder by way of revenge. She giggled at that and I laughed with her, happy and dizzy and riding the knife’s edge.

She leaned up to my ear and moaned make me scream, and I nearly lost it right there and then. I picked up my rhythm, hard, fast, and brutal. Eve thrust her hips with me, angling up to get more. She flung her head back, all hot and wanton. I felt when she came, that hard clench and flutter. Then I felt it again. And again. And again. Only then did I follow her over the edge, and I fell in her arms, tangled up in the sheets.

For what felt like a long time, she just lay there breathing. Then she turned her head to kiss my jawline.

“We should shower,” she said. “Quickly.”

I groaned. “What’s the rush?”

“Aren’t we going dancing?”

“Dancing? Were we?” I kissed her again, on her cheek, on her lips, slow lazy kisses as my body recovered. “How backless did you say that dress was again? I’d see you in that and rip it straight off you.”

“You’d better not rip it. It cost more than your car.”

“Then don’t wear it in front of me, because I’m going to rip it.” I nipped at her neck and felt her skin ripple. She ran her hand down my hip and squeezed the taut muscle.

“Don’t get me wrong, this has been… whoo.” Her breath gusted hot on the crest of my shoulder. “The best sex of my life, but aren’t we missing the point?”

“The point?” I blinked. “I had an orgasm. Didn’t you?”

She smacked my arm. “Not that point, stupid. Aren’t we supposed to be, y’know, being seen? Trending on socials so Rafael sees us?”

My cock was stirring again, and I sucked at her fingers. She wriggled free.

“Shouldn’t we be going on dates?”

I waggled my brows. “Maybe we shouldn’t. Rafael will check socials and he won’t see us, and he’ll know we’re back here, doing this.” I ran my hand up her thigh. She clapped her legs shut to trap me.

“Be serious.”

“I am. He knows what we’re doing.”

“Marco!”

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