Page 12 of The Pump Fake

“Alright. But we’ve already watched this a billion times, I get to pick next,” he tells me, but I know that won’t happen—Cliff always lets me pick the movies we watch.

He doesn’t say anything else, just clicks play. We both settle back on the couch with our takeout boxes on our laps. Neither of us says anything while we eat and watch the movie. It’s so comfortable.

Once I finish my Channa masala, I close up the box, placing it back on the coffee table, when my favorite part comes up.

“This is my favorite part,” I say out loud, smacking Cliff’s leg. “Are you watching?” But I don’t check to see if he’s actually looking because I’m fixated on the television. Tai, one of the characters, is sitting with a few of the guys and they’re singing ‘rolling with the homies.’ It’s such an honest scene and it always makes me smile.

Once the scene is over, I look back at Cliff, but he’s not looking at the television. He’s looking at me. I smile back at him and his gaze lights my whole body up, causing my nipples to pebble underneath my bra. Then it dawns on me. I’m wearing a sheer bra. He can see exactly what he’s doing to me. I’m proven right when his eyes go to my boobs, and I see him gulp. It takes everything in me not to grab his hand and place them on my tits.

Cliff clears his throat and begins to get up, cleaning up both of our takeout boxes. I return my focus back to the movie, but it’s hard because all I can think about is what it might feel like to have his hands on me. Feeling every inch of my body that yearns for him.

Ten minutes later, he returns, sitting back down next to me and placing his arm on the back of the couch. I’m very aware of how close we are, but we used to sit like this before. It didn’t matter then so why should it now?

Not wanting to read too much into things and determined to keep things the way we were before this fake dating scenario, I lay my head down into the crook of his shoulder and try to focus back on the movie. Yes, this feels right. Maybe that moment we seemed to have was just a weird moment.

On the television, Cher is working with her stepbrother on a case for her father when a hand lands on my shoulder, skimming the top of my breast, leaving goosebumps everywhere his hand brushes.

And though Cliff is already touching me, I can’t help but want him to touch me in a few other places too. Instinctively, I arch my chest toward his touch, and as I turn my head to look over at Cliff, our eyes connect once again. Unlike last time, everything fades away.

The way he’s looking at me lights up every inch of me, dampening my panties. He’s never looked more handsome. I need to know what he tastes like. I need to feel his lips on mine.

With those thoughts in my head, I tilt my head upwards. He’s so close, I just need to lean forward slightly and we’ll be kissing. I just want him to show me I’m the one he wants, and he doesn’t disappoint. Cliff leans down and brushes his lips against mine.

As soon as they connect, I can’t stop myself. I take control and deepen the kiss. His tongue brushes against the seam of my lips asking for permission, and I grant him that by opening my mouth up to him. Needing to feel more of him, I throw my leg over his lap, straddling him.

His hard cock lines up perfectly with my wet pussy and I grind against him. Cliff rubs his hands down my back, and my clit throbs with need.

My hands move to the waistband of his pants. The moment my fingers skim them, his hands come out of nowhere stopping me, mumbling, “We should stop this. It can’t go any further.”

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. Shit, I must’ve read the signs wrong. Embarrassment washes over me and I can feel my body heat up and not in a good way. I scramble to get off of him, because if he didn’t want this, then I just took advantage of him.

“Sorry,” I murmur as I quickly begin to straighten my clothes. I need to get out of here. I can’t believe I let it get this far without talking. I don’t know why I thought he would be interested in me now. He’s never showed any attraction before. Tears begin to well up in my eyes and I try to wipe them away while I pick up my phone before he can see them.

“Jade,” Cliff says firmly, but I don’t listen. I search the living room for where I put my purse.

“Jade,” he shouts, and I finally look over at him, but drop my eyes to the ground quickly. I still can’t believe I did this.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, catching my attention. Why is he apologizing?

Shaking my head, I look up at him when I whisper, “No, I’m sorry. I thought we were on the same page. I must’ve read you wrong.”

“No. You didn’t,” he says making me even more confused.

“Then why did you stop?” I ask him.

He takes a step toward me when his gaze drops down to my lips. “I want you to be sure.”

“I’m sure,” I mutter.

“I don’t think you are,” he says which pisses me off. How does he know what I’m thinking? And who the hell does he think he is to tell me how I feel?

I take a step back from him because now I need to get out of here for a whole different reason. If I continue to stand here, I’m going to say something I regret.

When I see my purse on the table next to the front door, I make my way toward it. Collecting my things, I open the front door and look over my shoulder while Cliff watches me. Something inside of me is screaming not to leave, but I don’t listen. Instead, I mumble as I’m rushing out the door, “Good night.”

9

Cliff

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