Page 55 of Pretend You Love Me
“Yeah. I’m lucky. What’s it like where you grew up?” he asks.
“Nice try,” I say.
“Worth a shot. You really aren’t going to tell me anything about yourself?”
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“I don’t like that,” he says.
I’m ready for this conversation to be over. I set down my tea and place my hand on his chest. I feel his muscles tense, his breathing stop.
“Less talking,” I say.
His mouth is on mine immediately, his hand cupping my face. I swing my leg around him and sit on him, straddling his lap. There’s no missing his erection in his sweatpants. I rub myself against him, allowing him to grind up against my most sensitive spot. We both groan. I’m growing needy. He starts to slide his hand under my sweatshirt, and I pull back.
“Over the clothes only.”
He freezes his hands on my ribs. The heat from his fingers spreads through my body.
“What?”
“We don’t have any condoms,” I say.
“Well sorry to have to be the one to educate you, Ginger, but this isn’t how people get pregnant.”
I sigh. “I just don’t want to get carried away.”
“How about touching under clothes but keeping clothes on.”
“Deal,” I say, returning my mouth to his. He creeps his hand up higher until he’s touching my breasts. I didn’t put on a bra after my shower, and as soon as he realizes this, I hear him whimper.
His hand skims over my soft skin, causing me to tremble.
“God, Ginger, you feel so good.”
I’m exploring his shoulders and chest with my hands. I wish his shirt was off, but rules are rules.
“Did you order condoms?” I ask, pulling back.
“Yes.”
“When will they get here?”
“Not soon enough,” he growls.
I’m rolling my hips into him; the pressure is building in my body. He grabs my ass and pulls me into him.
“You’re going to make me come in my pants,” he says between ragged breaths.
“That’s the whole fucking idea,” I say.
He coughs and sputters. “Ginger, you are full of surprises.”
His mouth is back on mine, and I ride him harder. My underwear is soaked, but there’s at least three layers of clothes between us.
“Fuck,” he says as I feel his body start to stiffen. My legs are quivering as I roll into him again.
“Fuck,” I say as I come. His hand is gripping the back of my neck. He squeezes tighter as he comes.
