Page 26 of Faking it with the Billionaire
My cock twitches and throbs. Watching her suck my fingers, tasting herself, it’s a huge fucking turn-on, and most girls refuse my kink.
She’s staring up at me, her dress falls back down around her, and other than her messy sex hair and the flush on her cheeks, no one would know what she’s done.
“On your knees,” I command, pushing her shoulder down, and she instantly falls to the ground, her lips parting as she takes my cock in her mouth.
Her tongue is like heaven as she takes me in past those sassy little lips of hers. My fingers tangle in her dark hair, and my eyes shut as she takes me deeper into her mouth.
My cock throbs and aches, growing closer as the back door swings open and two of the guys, Jasper and Noah, walk in on the impressive blow job.
“Whoa!” Jasper says, covering his eyes. “At least warn a man, like put a sock on the doorknob or something.”
Noah is grinning like an idiot when Emerson releases her mouth from my cock.
I’m rock hard, even with two spectators. Three, if you count Emerson staring at my glistening shaft like it’s a lollipop, and she wants another taste.
“Out!” I shout at the two men by the door.
“Hey, guys, wanna watch Kyler get sucked off by his new girlfriend?” Jasper shouts over his shoulder at the team.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I growl at my younger brother.
Emerson stands and wipes the imaginary dirt from her dress.Don’t worry, princess. No one is looking at you.
I’m going to have the worst case of blue balls. I shove my cock back into my jeans just as several other members of the team come barreling toward the back entrance. “Seriously?” I can’t believe them. “Never took you all for voyeurs,” I mutter.
“What’s going on?” Levi asks.
“What are we watching?” Owen is next, poking his head in behind the other guys.
Maybe they didn’t hear verbatim what Jasper said, only that they should come and look, and I want to kick the shit out of my brother for ruining a perfectly good blow job with Emerson.
I’m not sure there will even be a second chance after what just transpired between us. It was fucking hot, but the fake arrangement didn’t include sex, finger fucking, or blow jobs.
Emerson sneaks off toward the fridge a few feet away, opening it as she buries her head in there. She’s probably trying to cool herself off, or maybe she hopes that they’ll forget she’s in the room.
“Grab me a water,” I say to her, bringing the attention back to her.
“Kill me now,” she mutters into the fridge. She grabs two bottles of water, tosses one at me, and keeps one for herself.
EIGHT
EMERSON
It’s been two weeks,actually fifteen days, since the amazing orgasm Kyler Greyson gave me. Two weeks since my lips were wrapped around his enormous cock that I surprisingly didn’t gag on. That was a first.
And we haven’t spoken about it since.
I probably shouldn’t have told him I wanted his brother, which was, in fact, a lie. Jasper is a nice guy, but he’s not my type.
I was trying to make Kyler jealous, and it seemed to work. He does realize I’m not interested in his brother. Right?
Kyler has been all business for the past two weeks.
With games at home and away, I’ve been looking after Bristol without any time off except while she’s in school.
Apparently, I did a good enough job convincing the team that I’m Kyler’s girlfriend. Getting down on your knees and blowing a guy is a convincing enough act that we haven’t had to make any public appearances yet.
I’ve been keeping a watchful eye on Bristol while Kyler has been interviewing potential nannies for an actual position involving caring for his daughter.
