Page 66 of A Flighty Fake Boyfriend
One hour went by. Two. Sweat dripped down my face, my chest bloomed fiery red, my skin felt fever hot. He gave me water whenever I asked for it. Slowed the stimulation when I begged him to. But he never entirely stopped, and he didn’t allow me to orgasm, and by midafternoon, I babbled mindlessly, sobbing for release.
He still didn’t stop.
I arched in frustration, and Epic took his hands away again.
He stroked the inside of my thighs, my knees, my calves. He rubbed my feet. He didn’t put his hands where I wanted them—where I needed them—until I’d backed off the precipice.
“Oh God. Come on,” I howled like a beast.
“Look at you,” he said. “So thirsty for my cock.”
“Please. Please,please.” When was I going to get the fucking I needed so badly?
“The sun is changing. Soon we won’t have shade.” He pulled his phone from his jeans pocket and checked the time. “Oh. It’s almost time to get cleaned up and go.”
Finally. Oh God, finally he was going to put me out of my misery.
I sighed with utter relief. “Thank God.”
“You want to go to the wedding that badly?” He started putting things away.
“Not really, no.”
He untied my arms. “I won’t be able to take my eyes off you tonight. I’ll picture you just like this, all hot and soft and ready for me.”
“Okay, well…you can finish me any time now.” Even though I’d been begging for hours, I thought a little hint couldn’t hurt.
“That’s not how it’s going to be.” He shot me a fond smile. “You go shower first. Keep the plug in. If you even touch your cock, I’ll know, and I will be very, very cranky. You don’t want that, do you?”
“Haha. Cut it out,” I said, still going along. “It’s beenhours.”
“And you were fuckably gorgeous the entire time.”
“And?”
“And, I changed my mind. Let’s shower together. I want to play with you some more before we leave.”
“No.”
“No?” he asked carefully. “Do you mean red?”
“No, I mean no. You don’t get to tease me for—How long have we been out here?”
He looked at his phone again. “Four hours, thirty-six minutes, and twenty seconds. That’s a new record for me. You’re so hot, Ryan. Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re my fake boyfriend.Squee!”
“Under no circumstances have I given you permission tosquee,” I muttered unhappily.
“No? But this is beautiful. Tonight, while we’re watching your asshole ex and his dick fiancé get married, your mind’s going to be on a totally different asshole and dick. I promise. This will be the best wedding you have ever been to.”
When Epic was right, he was right.
There was no way in hell that, under current circumstances, I’d feel anything more than mild annoyance over my ex and his stupid wedding.
“There’s going to be dancing, isn’t there?” he asked.
“There will probably be an orchestra. Maybe a DJ later in the evening after the oldsters fade out.”
“I’m not very good at dancing.”
