Page 68 of Once Upon a Fake Date

How could I? Not when it felt so good to taste her, to hold her like this. Her fingers ran through my hair, raking her fingernails against my scalp in the most delicious way.

She writhed on top of me, like she was desperately seeking friction as I devoured her mouth. Each movement made me harder until I was practically weeping in my pants.

When we pulled apart, her lips were swollen, both of our breaths coming out in little pants.

Audrey sucked in a breath as her hips involuntarily rocked against mine, her eyes widening as she felt my erection pressing against her. “Oh.”

I groaned as she experimentally rocked against me again. “Rosie Girl, I’m not going to be able to hold back if you do that.”

She fluttered her eyelashes. “Then don’t.”

“What are you saying?” I whispered, aware of every line we were crossing. Best friends. Fake relationship. And yet none of it mattered as she ground down against my cock.

All I could think about was how good this felt, and how I wanted more. Her hands wrapped around me. My tongue running over every inch of her body. To lose myself in her. I already knew no one else would ever compare to her.

“Make me forget about him,” Audrey said, her words so soft I wouldn’t have been able to hear them if I weren’t directly underneath her. “I don’t want to think about him. Just us. Just you.”

“You and me,” I agreed, pressing a kiss to her neck to keep the other words in.Because I’m yours.

She tugged my t-shirt out of my jeans, smoothing her palms up my abs. Her eyes lit up as she traced each ridge with her fingertips. “I feel safe with you. Comfortable. Like we could do anything—try anything, and I know I’d be okay.”

Yeah, she would. Because I’d put her first. I might not have much experience with this, but I knew enough. And God, I’d do anything she asked.

I whipped my shirt off, throwing it to the floor so she could continue her perusal with her hands. “You can. Anything you want, Audrey.”

“Anything?” Her voice was breathier this time.

“Yeah. Tell me what you need.”

She bit down on her lower lip, those teeth peeking out in such an adorable way. “I need…” Audrey blinked up at me, her eyes unfocused with lust. Withneed.“To come.”

“Use me,” I offered.

“What?” Audrey’s voice comes out all breathy. I watch her swallow, then look back at me. Her eyes are wide, intensely focused on me.

“Use me, Audrey. Take what you need.”

I rubbed my erection against her, a little moan slipping from her lips.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I said, digging my fingers into her thighs. “Just let me take care of you.”

“It doesn’t mean anything,” she agreed. “And it doesn’t change anything.”

And yet, somehow, I knew it would change everything.

Adjusting our positions, I rested my back against the headboard, dragging her along to keep her with me. Audrey’s hands came to my shoulders, and with my hands on her hips, we started working in tandem. She rolled her hips against me, and I thrust up against her, painfully hard. My dick was all too eager to be inside of her, but that wasn’t happening tonight. He needed to not get his hopes up.

“Touch me,” she whispered, grabbing my hands and guiding them up her stomach, over the soft skin, to the bottom of her lacy bra. “Please.”

I nodded, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples before I cupped each of her breasts in my hand, squeezing softly—tentatively. Even though I wanted to rip her shirt off, to bare her to me and see those perfect tits with nothing concealing them, we weren’t there yet.

She was making the sweetest noises as she rubbed herself against me, and somehow dry-humping in my bedroom had topped the charts for the single best sexual experience of my life. Not that I had a lot to measure it against.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Audrey—” I shut my eyes, trying to think of un-sexy things. Things that weren’t my girl in my jersey or the breathy sounds she made every time my hips met hers.

She whimpered, still moving back and forth, her hips working in overtime as she chased her orgasm. “I’m so close.”

I took her lips with mine, not caring about anything else as we ground against each other. Fuck, it felt incredible. Losing myself in the kiss, I let passion take over, working us higher and higher. My hips thrust up, and she met me stroke for stroke as I coaxed her mouth with my tongue in tandem.

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