Page 26 of Wilder Puck
I keep eye contact with her as I open my mouth. She sprays it all over my face and bursts into obnoxious laughter. The whipped cream feels cool against my skin as I lick the few drops that landed on my mouth and grab her. She tries hard to get away, but she’s not quick enough. Her body falls sideways on the couch as I grab her wrists.
Her hair covers her face as she laughs hysterically. Her ass is now in the nook of my hips as I hold her hands above her head. She’s trying to squirm her hands out from my grip, but I have her pinned down.
Now, she’s blowing her hair out of her face. “Hey, Ry, you have some whipped cream on your face.”
I shove my face on hers as she laughs horrendously under me. She’s so close to me that I can smell her vanilla orange soap.Her laugh is vibrating in my ears. And her ass is pressed against my thighs.
When I stop, I look down at her and smile.
She smiles back.
“Oh, look.” She removes a hand from my hold. “It’s in your hair.”
I rub my hair on her face as she screams under me. She’s trying to push me off, but I accept the challenge and don’t budge. She runs her fingers into my ribs, trying to tickle me now. Nope. Trust me, it fucking tickles, but I’m not giving in.
As I glance down at her and look at her lips, she keeps her gaze on my eyes. She smiles sweetly at me. I want to lick the chocolate chip off her top lip. There’s some whipped cream on her forehead that I could lick off too. I think right now is my time to pull a move.
“Hey, Baddie. You have something on your lip.” I look down at it again as her body tenses under me. She licks her lips, and there it goes. The piece of chocolate is gone. Shit.
She asks, “Did I get it?”
I look down at her plush lips and consider lying.
Then she whispers my name. “Ryan.”
It’s seductive coming from her lips. My eyes connect with hers. All I need to do is lean down to ask permission, and I can finally get out of this friend zone shit.
But then she gets her other hand out from my hold and sits next to me with a curious look in her eyes. “Ry,” she mutters again. “Do you want to…”
Yes.
I stare at her, wondering what she’s about to ask me. Whatever it is, it will be a yes. I’ll do anything for her, and she knows it. I am silently praying that she’s feeling what I am.
“What?” I ask, not wanting to seem too eager. For all I know, she’s going to ask me for my turmeric latte.
Her eyes dart to the cookies as she blurts, “I’m your fake girlfriend now, right?” She glances at me as I nod, waiting to hear what comes next. “How do we do that?”
I clear my throat, imagining a thousand ways we could do that.
Before I can say anything, she says, “Do you want to use each other for sex?”
I start choking on my spit, so I stand up to cough it out. Once I catch my breath, I look down at her. “What? What did you say?”
She shrugs, pulling her knees into her chest. The satin pajamas are slipping off her skin in all the right places. “We’re both single now, and you were saying you need pointers. We could help each other out. If we’re faking it, we could just throw in a practice run while we’re at it.”
I laugh as my throat catches. “Baddie, we’re best friends.”
She wiggles her pointer finger at me. “I know,bestie. That’s why this would be perfect.”
My heart is pounding in my ears as I take a deep breath and sit next to her. This isn’t how I pictured the night unfolding. I thought I could pull a fucking move right there. A genuine move to make her mine, but instead she wants to use me to practice sex? What happens if I say no?
Oh my god. I can’t say no. She would never talk to me again. I recognize her nerves when I glance over at her.
“Okay,” I say without much thought. If I hesitate for too long, she’s going to get upset. I press my lips together. Fuck. Fuck! I grab my hair and look down at her boobs again. Fuck!
“Okay?” she asks happily.
Shit.
