Page 31 of Fake It for Christmas

His hands came down on my hips and he gripped me hard. Every inch of my skin was hot now, even though I’d been a little cold when I’d first stripped down.

I looked up at Shane, his face flushed even in the glow of the multicolored Christmas lights. As I got myself off with one hand, I let the other trail backward, gently stroking along his hole. As I sucked him a little harder, I felt him throb, knowing he really, really liked that.

“Going to make me come,” he uttered, already losing control. “Jesus, Rowen—”

I gently let my fingers roam over his hole one more time, and I knew he was about to come.

And I wasn’t going to miss even one drop of my first time with Shane. I stayed on his cock, not relenting, until he arched backward, filling my mouth and cursing under his breath.

It was going to take me to the edge. I swallowed without skipping a beat, moaning around him as he shuddered under me.

“Fuck, that is so hot—” I uttered as I popped off of his dick, gripping my cock harder. “I’m going to come. Can I come? Because I’m definitely going to.”

“Please,” he said.

His face. His fuckingface. Flushed and spent and who the hell had given him a jawline like that?

I held my gaze with his, locking eyes like I still had something to prove to him. There was no doubt that this was one of the hottest things I’d ever done. Shane leaned forward, coming close to my face.

“You are amazing,” he said, leaning in to kiss me. The moment his lips landed on mine and I felt the warmth of his tongue, I knew I was done for.

“Fuck, Shane,” I whispered, my voice barely audible against his mouth as I started to come. I let go, coming in long trails of white all over his upper thighs.

And I wasgone. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so spent after getting off. For a moment I felt like I was floating, my mind elsewhere entirely. All I wanted to do was look at his eyes.

“Wow,” he said in a low voice.

“Yeah.”

“Happy Holidays,” he murmured.

I puffed out a laugh that took me by surprise, finally letting go of the grip I had on my dick. “Happy Holidays and a very Merry Christmas to you, too. Hang on.”

I got up, making my way to the kitchen in a daze. I got us some damp paper towels and came back to clean up the mess I’d made all over Shane’s legs.

“Full service,” he said.

“Damn right,” I told him, running a hand along his clean skin. “I want to treat you like you’re Louis the Fourteenth.”

Shane cocked his head to one side. “Can’t say I know much about him.”

I glanced up at him. “Really? Louis the Great? The Sun King?”

He narrowed his eyes. “This is someone from real life, not a show like Game of Thrones, right?”

I grinned. “Very real. He was the King of France from the 1600s into the 1700s. Was a very, very pampered king, to say the least, and that’s how pamperedyoushould feel tonight.”

Shane hummed. “You think Louis the Fourteenth had hot straight guys sucking him off?”

I snorted. “You never know. Nothing from history surprises me anymore.” I sat back down on the couch next to Shane, enjoying the fact that we were both still naked.

“Not going to lie, I don’t know much about history,” Shane said. “Or… math. Or science. Or literature. Really anything from school other than soccer.”

“So the truth comes out,” I said. “I was a total nerd and theater kid in school, and you were a jock.”

He screwed up his face. “I wasn’t a jock.”

I lifted an eyebrow as fast as lightning. “You don’t think so?”

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