Page 80 of Fakers with Benefits

His lip trembled. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

“I want nothing more. But right now it’s my turn to touch you.”

“Are you sure?” Indecision clouded his features. “I don’t need much prep. Just stretch me and I’ll be okay.”

“This isn’t prep.” I sat back on my heels. “This is foreplay.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“No.” I caressed my hands over his creamy thighs. A bead of precum spilled down his shaft. “Prep is the bare minimum of effort needed to not hurt you. Foreplay is what you do before the prep.”

“I don’t need lots of foreplay.”

“Maybe you don’t, but I do.”

“But—oh!”

His protest turned into a cry of pleasure as I swallowed his cock and held him in the back of my throat.

“Oh fuck. Ev. That’s… You don’t…”

Strong fingers wound through my hair as his taste exploded on my tongue. He continued to babble nonsensical things as I moved up and down his length, my pace slow and measured.

He tugged on my hair. I let him fall from my mouth and looked up at him.

“Now,” he panted. “Get your dick in me right now.”

“Not yet.” I kissed the tip of his cock.

He made a frustrated sound and glared at me.

I smiled at his expression. The angry effect was ruined by his flushed cheeks and bright eyes. “Do you have any supplies?”

Nodding, he shoved my head away from his dick. I sat back as he scrambled off the bed and darted into the closet.

I adjusted myself, chuckling. I was getting close to blue balls territory. Both my dick and balls were heavy with need.

“Got them!” Nick came flying out of the closet and practically dove onto the bed.

I managed to avoid a rogue foot as he lay beneath me.

“Here.” He shoved a small bottle of lube and a condom at me. “Now get your dick in me.”

“Patience,” I said, popping the top of the lube.

“I’vebeenpatient.” He planted his feet on the bed and angled his hips toward me. “Now fuck me.”

“Not yet.” I dribbled lube on my fingers and rubbed them together to warm them up.

“You’re a tease,” he huffed.

“And you’re impatient.” Leaning over him, I held myself up with one hand and caged him in.

“Your fault for having a magic mouth.”

“Wait until you experience my magic fingers.” I slid my hand between our bodies.

“I’d rather have your magic cock—oh!”

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