Page 54 of The Fake Dating Plan

He bent down and his mouth claimed mine. The heady taste of his kiss mixed with alcohol scrambled my brain until all I could think of was him. His lips, his chest, his groin. I wanted them all pressed to mine, and I leaned in so he could feel all of me against all of him. He groaned in response and clasped my waist as he drew me in. It was as if he wanted me, just as I wanted him.

As we kissed, it felt like we had arrived at the point we had been fighting against. Or rather, I had been fighting against. From the first kiss at the race to the cellar to earlier this evening. All the teasing culminated at this point. Here now.

He drew back while still holding me. “What is it?” I asked, my voice croaky from the daze was still under and my eyes slightly closed.

“You said you wanted control.”

“Yes.” I leaned in for a kiss that didn’t come.

“Then take it.”

I opened my eyes fully to face him. He was still and impassive, but the desire was still there and I could feel it growing below. He wanted me to be the one to kiss him. To lead this dance. That was what I had asked for, wasn’t it, but what if he saw I couldn’t do it? That I wasn’t as sophisticated as he thought I was? I swallowed the doubts, took hold of his head, stood on my toes, and kissed him. He wasn’t responsive at first. My tongue danced against his lips, coaxing them open. He did not resist for long. He opened his mouth and when our tongues clashed; I felt him melting into me. He held me fast in a vice grip so strong I was sure he would leave marks. I wanted him to leave marks.

I drew back. He reluctantly let me go, confusion plastered on his face. It cleared when I took his hand and led him upstairs. My back felt hot with his fiery gaze on me. I took each step one at a time, afraid I would stumble and fall on my already weak knees. We had reached the middle step when he took hold of me, slammed me against the rail, and gave me a swooping kiss that was both hungry and fulfilling. I wanted to get lost in it, but when I felt his hands go to the sleeve of my dress and drag it down, I firmly pushed him back. I watched as his sooty eyelashes fluttered open.

“Remember who’s in charge.”

He groaned, and his head fell onto my shoulder.

“Be patient.”

He began nipping at my throat, then stopped and put the sleeve of my dress back on. I took his hand and continued up the stairs. Ax was right behind me and as we walked, I could feel his cock grazing my butt.

We made it to his bedroom. I don’t know how, but we did. Trepidation took hold of me again and I clamped it down. I went to the bed and sat on the edge. Ax immediately followed leaning in to kiss me and I said, “Not yet.”

“You’re killing me, Emy.”

“Take off your clothes.” I tried to sound like a self-assured sex goddess, but the words had the echo of a nervous teenager.

He cocked an eyebrow but did what I told him to do. He took off his sweater, revealing the white t-shirt underneath. His hands went to lift the bottom of the t-shirt, then he let it fall.

“What about you?”

“I dictate the pace, remember.”

He huffed, and took off his shirt slowly this time, letting me peek at his chest little by little as it rode up until he took it off. He was as chiseled as I had expected. He looked like a guy who went to the gym religiously but didn’t live in it. His chest was as smooth and plain as I remembered it until my gaze landed on the top right corner. A tattoo. Ax’s never had one before, nor was he the type to be covered in ink, not at least since I knew him. I stood up, drawn to it.

It was a beautiful marking inked in excellent calligraphy of an X and an M intertwined. I felt my stomach plunge and a twist in my heart. Who was M? He obviously was X.

“Who is she?”

He stared down at my hand as I traced the tattoo. As much as I felt irrational jealousy over this M person, I couldn’t help but be entranced by it. Was she some former lover? Some edgy girl who was into tattoos and had convinced him to get one. Even that thought made me envious. I doubt I could convince Ax of anything similar. He was his own person. Though he was surrounded by family and friends, he was a lone wolf in spirit.

He grasped my hand, stopping it mid-trace. “Does it matter?”

Yes, because I want to know who has your heart.I shook my head instead and kissed him there. I heard a sharp intake of breath. It was him. I placed kisses upwards from his chest to his neck, where I drew him to me and my lips landed on his. There was a fire and anger in his kiss. It was hard and deep as if he wanted to exorcise demons.

My hands went to his pants, where I unbuckled his belt. He was so hard my hand kept grazing against his erection as I tried to get it out. When I opened the zip of his fly, his cock sprang out hard as a rock. I rubbed the pre-cum on top and he hissed again. The power I felt over him grew as I rubbed the head of his cock and went further down the shaft. I watched as he looked up to the ceiling, the cords of his neck tight. He bent his head down and the fire in his eyes was enough to melt me.

His hands went behind my dress and unzipped it. In one swoop, it fell from my chest and caught at my waist. He pushed it down, then grabbed my butt just as I increased my stroking.

“You have the sweetest ass. Do you know that?” He said in my neck, before nipping and kissing it. His hands slid my body firing up each place he touched. When he reached my breasts and removed my bra, the air that rushed to tighten my already taut nipples only added to the arousal. He captured one nipple with his lips while his fingers toyed with the other. Playing with it. Twisting it. I felt even hotter than I had before. I wanted him. My body said. I wanted him inside me now. It was an urgent calling that felt so desperate, I couldn’t deny it.

“Fuck me,” I whispered in his ear.

He grunted and lifted me. I held on to him as he took me to the bed and gently laid me down. He did away with my panties, throwing them onto the pile of clothes. I went to touch his cock, but he took my hand and pinned it on top of me. My other hand tried to touch him and he clasped both of my hands in a tight grip as he worked his way down my body. His kisses were too much to handle. When his lips latched onto my nether lips, I moaned out loud. He lapped, nipped, and licked my pussy until I was writhing in his grip. It was nothing but sweet ecstasy when that orgasm hit. My body felt limp and mush in the aftermath and we had only just begun.

He came up to my mouth and his tongue danced with mine, letting me taste myself on him as he placed himself squarely on top of me. He was so hard I could feel the pressure of his cock and just when I thought he was going to plunge in; he let go of me and leaned over to the drawer where he took out a condom.

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