Page 100 of Once Upon a Fake Date

Cupping his erection, I practically drank in his sharp exhale of breath. “I want you,” I murmured, stroking him over his pants.

I needed these damn costumes offnow.

He groaned. “You have no idea how badly I want you. But I don’t have anything on me. And I definitely don’t want to fuck you for the first time in a dressing room.”

Letting out a whimper, I nodded. He was right, and I knew it. I wanted our first time to be special, after all. But I also wanted to show him how much this meant to me. That he’d done all of this forme.

Toying with the straps of my dress, I let them fall down my shoulders, leaving them bare for him.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Parker said, coming to stand in front of me and pressing his lips against my skin.

Turning around, I swept my hair over one shoulder, exposing my back to him. “Will you… unzip me?”

I could hear him swallow roughly, and then his fingers brushed over my spine, finding the hook and eye and undoing it before dragging the zipper slowly down my skin. It was torture in the best way, igniting all of my senses.

My dress fell from my hips, leaving me in just my nude leotard that I wore underneath my costume. I shimmed the rest of it off, picking it up and draping it over the chair next to me.

“My parents are probably wondering where we are,” I whispered, catching Parker’s eyes as he undid his brocade vest, sliding it off, and then undoing the black jacket he wore underneath.

He groaned as he took in my body. “Fuck. I know.” His hands came up, cupping my breasts through the leo. “But all I want right now is to taste you.”

My eyes fluttered shut as he pushed the fabric down, exposing the cups of my bra, and then he pushed that off too, freeing my tits to the air. With the first swipe of his tongue over my nipples, they were hard, and I let out a small moan.

“We need to change,” I said, hardly more than a whimper as he sucked one of the hardened peaks into his mouth. “Parker—oh myGod.”

“It’s a crime that I haven’t gotten my mouth on these before.” With his free hand, he flicked my other nipple with his thumb before pinching and pulling at it in the most delicious way.

“I know.” I shut my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his tongue and teeth as he nipped, sucked, and soothed my breasts.

Why had we never done this before? It was like there had been some invisible line we hadn’t crossed. If we weren’t naked with each other, the orgasms hadn’t meant anything. But now, this meant so much more.

“Just let me make you come, and then we can go see your parents,” he begged.

How could I say no to that when I was already soaked? Nodding, Parker picked me up in his arms, carrying me over to the little couch in the middle of the dressing room that I’d never been more grateful for.

He kneeled in front of me, unstrapping my heels and sliding my feet out of them before dropping them to the floor—each hitting the ground in a thunk—before he stood back up, his eyes tracing every inch of my body as he peeled the leotard off the rest of the way, not even letting me help him pull it down my thighs.

“I need you,” I begged, unhooking my bra from behind and letting it join my base layer on the floor. “Please.”

Pushing me down to a seated position, he pulled my legs apart, not even bothering to take off my tights. No, instead, he ripped the fabric over my crotch, pushing my panties aside so he could plunge two fingers inside of me.

“Yes,”I cried out.

“Fuck,” he panted against my lips. “You’re so wet. You needed this, huh, baby? Need your boyfriend to fuck you with his fingers?”

Whimpering, I nodded, letting the sensations take over as he put his mouth back on my tit, sucking and lavishing them with attention as he worked his fingers inside of me. Each stroke brought me higher and higher, and I was so close to coming apart in his arms.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Taking my fingers so well. But you need more, don’t you? Don’t worry, I won’t make you beg for it.” He added a third finger, and I was so blissfully full.

Parker rubbed his thumb over my clit, bringing his mouth up to mine as I screamed his name. Like he knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

I was languid in his arms, practically floating on air after that orgasm, and then he dropped fully to his knees, burying his head between my legs as he drank up my release, licking me clean. And fuck, I was already so close to another orgasm. If he kept this up, it wouldn’t take much more.

“Can you come for me again?” He rasped, pulling away from me for a moment so I could see my wetness shining from his lips. “I’ve been such a good boy, haven’t I, Rosie Girl?” He dragged his tongue over my entrance, flattening it against my clit before swirling it in a circle. “I want you to soak my face.”

And then he delved back inside me, using his tongue and mouth to bring me back to the edge, palming his cock through his costume pants. I was sure he was painfully hard, but I already knew from experience that he prioritized my orgasm over his own, like it gave him pleasure to see me satisfied. And fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing of all.

I was limp, boneless, and well sated when he finally pulled away, giving me one last lick before readjusting my panties over me. My tights had a giant hole in the crotch now, but at least no one would notice that during dinner.

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