Page 60 of A Flighty Fake Boyfriend
Epic did a poor job of hiding his smile.
He cupped my balls with one hand and held my cock in the other. When his tongue caressed me again, I was ready for the sensation. My thighs tightened in anticipation and my cock leaked in preparation.
“You’re so responsive.” He buried his nose in my ball sac. “And you smell so fucking good.”
As I smoothed his hair, I willed him to get on with it, but Epic would not be rushed. He explored every inch of my cock before ever taking it into his mouth, coming at me with long swipes of his tongue and kitten licks and nips with his lips.
When at last he took my cock, he slid down the entire length of me in one agonizing descent, and then hollowed his cheeks to suck hard as he withdrew.
He drifted his clever fingers lower to massage my balls and then my taint as he did that long slow glide and suck, over and over, until I was ready to beg, or cry, or scream for him to speed up, suck harder, do more. Then he pressed into my hole with one finger, and I flew apart.
“Oh God…yes. Oh my God. Epic. I’m—”
He stayed where he was, swallowing my spend to the very last shiver.
“Epic.” I cradled his head between my hands in a tight grip. He rested his cheek on my thigh.
“Mmhmm?”
A polite knock at the door startled us both.
“Stay.” He put his hand on my chest. “I’ve got it.”
When Epic stood, the outline of his thick, erect cock showed clearly beneath the fabric of his jeans. He turned a terrific shade of pink while he adjusted himself. I couldn’t be seen from the door, but I slipped my shirt over my lap anyway.
“Back in a second.” He winked. I caught and held his hand. He turned back, one eyebrow lifted. “Something you need?”
“Thank you. I—”
The knock came again, slightly louder.
“Hold that thought.” Epic kissed the top of my head. “We’re not anywhere close to done.”
Chapter Fifteen
Epic expertly opened the champagne and poured two glasses. Dessert turned out to be banana pudding, lemon pot du creme, cheesecake, and a decadent chocolate layer cake with chocolate buttercream frosting.
Each dessert sat on a perfect plate accompanied by fruit, powdered sugar, raspberry sauce, or in the case of the pudding, a vanilla wafer crumble.
Because I’d ordered emotionally, all the lovely sweets left me feeling a littlemeh.I wanted a single bite of each and a glass of champagne but later.
Epic handed me a champagne flute. “What shall we drink to? New friends? Missed opportunities?”
“How about we drink to you? The best fake boyfriend and knight in shining armor a guy could have.”
“Shut up.” A pleased flush accompanied the slight shake of his head. “I’ll drink to the best fake boyfriend, though.”
I nodded and we touched our glasses together and drank.
Epic laid our desserts out on the coffee table. He arranged them with forks and napkins and placed the champagne in its ice bucket. Because he wasn’t wearing a shirt, it was pretty obvious he was still hard, especially since his cock had dampened his jeans.
“Oh, Jesus.” He reddened with embarrassment. “Sorry.”
“What do you have to be sorry for?” I took the glass from his hand, picked up my own, and stood. “Come with me.”
He raised his brows. “Where?”
“Bring the champagne, will you?” I left him for the bedroom where the sheets had been turned down invitingly and the maids had again left chocolate on our pillows.
