Page 80 of Once Upon a Fake Date

But then he spread me apart with his fingers, lapping at me with his tongue like he was dying of thirst.

“So wet.” He swirled his tongue inside, and I wasn’t sure I believed him when he said he’d never done this before. “Is all of this for me, baby?”

I nodded. Being surrounded by his scent, tucked into his bed and wearing only his sweatshirt, had made me incredibly horny.

Parker pulled back, looking up at me. “What else?” His eyes were dark, pupils blown with desire.

“Your fingers,” I moaned. “I need—” Biting my lip, I held back from practically begging him for more.

He slid a finger inside of me, groaning as I clenched around him. He pumped it a few times, his eyes studying my face like he was trying to gauge my reaction, before adding another finger. “Good?” He asked as he crooked his fingers.

I gasped at the sensation. “Yes. And then my clit—” I let go of his hair so I could bring my finger to that bundle of nerves—showing him what I liked.

Parker hummed, pulling his fingers out of me and spreading my wetness around, circling my clit with his fingers.

“I think I’ve got this now,” he mused as I let my head fall back when he thrust both fingers back inside of me at the exact moment his lips closed over my clit, licking and sucking it. Each flick of his tongue against me and pump of his fingers was bringing me higher and higher.

My knees were shaking, and he picked up each of my legs, dropping them on his shoulders before pushing us back against the wall, moving those fingers inside of me in a steady rhythm.

“Don’t stop,” I cried. “I’m so close.” I buried my nails into his shoulders, letting every sensation run through me as he took me for a ride.

He ate me out like a fucking champ, letting out groans all while fucking me with his fingers.So good. It had been so long since anyone had touched me like this, and my body was absolutely wound tight. Ready to explode.

“Come for me, baby,” he murmured, the vibration against my clit too much.

I cried out, unable to hold myself back as I let go, my orgasm bursting through me like the sun rising into the sky, and I let myself ride in the moments of bliss as he continued working his fingers inside of me.

When I opened my eyes, he withdrew his hand, planting my feet back onto the floor before standing up. My juices coated his fingers, and he hummed, slipping them inside his mouth as he sucked them clean.

“So sweet. You taste like the sweetest thing I’ve ever had. Delicious.”

Holy shit. My cheeks were warm, but I couldn’t look away. Hot. He was so damn hot.

“How?” I asked, not even formulating words. Because that wasincredible.

“Said I was a virgin, sunshine, not that I was a prude.” He winked.

I let out a giggle. Then my eyes drifted down, seeing the massive tent in his sweatpants. I reached out, brushing a finger over his impressive erection. There was a part of me that was ready to drop to my knees right here. I wanted to see it, to return the favor—to taste him like he had tasted me, but he put his hand over mine as I cupped him through the material.

Frowning, I looked up at him.

Parker gave me the tiniest shake of his head. “That was just for you.” He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me roughly, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “I’ll take care of myself later.” He brushed a piece of hair back behind my ear. “Feeling better?”

I nodded, wrapping my arms around myself. “I should probably get back to the sorority house. I have a meeting later today.” I hated to leave after that, but I also needed time to process what had just happened. What we’d just done.

How it felt like we’d changed something between us forever.

But I like this new version of us.

He looked down at my frame. “You look good in my sweatshirt.”

“Maybe I should keep it, just like your jersey.” I buried my nose in the neck, inhaling deeply. I never wanted to wash it.

He kissed me again. “Maybe you should.” Parker’s eyes drifted down my bare legs. “Do you want a ride back?”

I nodded, then something occurred to me. “Can I also borrow some, uh… pants?”

The idea of doing the walk of shame in my dress and heels from last night was mortifying, but would anyone think twice about me wearing my boyfriend’s clothes?No.

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