Faking it with #41

by Piper Rayne

  A strangled moan slips from my lips and my hands splay against the door. His mouth lands on my clit again and his tongue works me into a frenzy before I’m grinding on him. When he curves his fingers in a come-hither motion, my climax hits me like a train, bulldozing me over. I quake around him until finally he pulls away and my back slides down the door until my ass hits the floor.

  His hand runs along my cheek. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”

  It’s then I process that he’s still stroking himself, so I get up on my hands and knees, one arm reaching out and taking the weight of him in my palm. He props himself along the wall and I pump him a few times before taking him in my mouth. I twirl my tongue around his tip and his hands reach to my back, unzipping my dress and allowing the fabric to fall forward and show off my breasts.

  He takes my breasts in his hands, his thumbs toying with my nipples and sending signals straight to my center. The more he plays, the more turned on I become as I suck him off.

  “Damn, you have a talented mouth.”

  His compliment only spurs me to increase my pace and efforts. To make him become as unglued as I just was. But he tears me off of him when I think he’s close.

  “I have to be inside you.” He climbs up, pushing his slacks down, toeing out of his shoes, and taking off his socks.

  As he undresses, I sit on the floor and admire his rock-hard abs and chiseled V torso. From head to toe, he’s the most magnificent man. When he holds out his hand, I accept, and he pulls me to my feet. My dress pools around my waist. He nudges it down the rest of the way, leaving me in my thong and my heels. He admires me, stepping back as though committing it to memory.

  I bite my lip from the nervousness of being under his scrutiny. Not that he’s ever given me reason to think I’m not beautiful.

  “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this body under those baggy clothes.”

  “Baggy clothes?”

  “It was a compliment,” he says, stepping into me, his hands around my waist and his face in my neck. “You’re so goddamn hot and I’m gonna fuck you with only that thong and heels on.”

  Although I’m caught up on the baggy clothes comment, it’s soon forgotten when he licks my neck up to my earlobe and his hot breath once again makes goose bumps shoot up my spine. That spot is surely a new erogenous zone for me.

  He sweeps me up and I wrap my legs around his narrow waist. Then I’m falling to the mattress. He wastes no time climbing on top of me, the tip of his dick at my opening.

  “Condom,” I say and his eyes sparkle.

  Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabs the box that’s sitting there.

  “Aren’t you a Boy Scout?” I laugh.

  He tears open the foil packet, takes out the condom, and rolls it down his length. My mouth salivates the entire time. He glances at me. “I wrote out a checklist for tonight because I didn’t want anything to go wrong.”

  My heart flips with his confession, but I don’t have any time to process that he planned tonight to be perfect because he widens my legs with his thighs, baring me to him. He locks his eyes with mine, slides my thong over, and inches inside me slowly. I accept him inch by inch with our gazes glued to each other’s. Ford grabs a hold of my hips, and once he’s fully inside me, my eyes close from the feeling of being so full. He’s the biggest I’ve ever had and whoever said size doesn’t matter can go to hell, because it sooo matters.

  “You good?” he asks, his voice gruff as though he’s holding himself back.

  Never in a million years would I have thought Ford would be a caring and considerate lover. I want to ask if this is his usual MO or special just for me, but a small part of me doesn’t want to know the answer. I want to believe this is especially for me. That I pull out a different Ford than the other girls before me.

  “Perfect,” I say.

  He smiles, circling his hips inside me. Slowly, he slides out of me before thrusting himself back in. Oh my god, that felt so damn good. He continues the pace, never getting as deep as he did the first time. I thrust, hoping to break him, to make him dig into me, give me everything he has, but of course, Ford has other plans.

  “I’m not going to beg,” I say in a begging tone.

  He laughs, awarding me with a thrust that hits me so deep and hard, I cry out.

  “Is that what you want?” he asks.

  I reach out, wanting him to lie down on me, but he stays upright, moving in and out of me in a teasing fashion.

  “Again,” I moan.

  “That sounds like begging,” he says, and I shake my head.

  “I can get out of this bed and get myself off,” I tell him.

  “Baby, after I’m finished here, you’ll never be satisfied with your own fingers again.”

  And I know he’s right because he already feels more incredible than anything I’ve ever experienced.

  Then he falls forward, pushing into me. “This what you want?”

  I dig my fingernails into his shoulder blades. “God, yes.”

  Finally, he fucks me. Hard, fast, and thorough. Sweat beads along our bodies. My legs wrap around his waist, and he drills inside me like I wanted.

  “Fuck,” he says, smashing his lips to mine.

  It becomes a frenzy of touches, caresses, grabs, squeezes. We can’t get enough of one another, each of us right at the end of our willpower. He takes my nipple into his mouth and I drown in my orgasm, free-falling into an open pool of water and sinking into its depths.

  Another two thrusts and he stills inside me, coming right after.

  We hold one another for what seems like a lifetime. I don’t want to move and I don’t want him to move. Maybe because we’re both scared of what will come now that we’ve quenched our desire for each other.

  Ford slowly withdraws from me and I want to pull him back in, but I don’t. He slithers down my body, sliding the thong down my legs. I help him get it off and he drops it onto the floor. He unbuckles my heels and slowly removes each one from my feet, allowing them to fall to the floor with a thud.

  That’s all it takes for me to know I’ve fallen for Ford Jacobs.

  I never imagined Lena Boyd would be a nympho, but we’ve barely caught our breath from round one and she’s rubbing her pussy along my thigh. This is the first time I’ve ever cuddled after sex, and I have to say, I’m not hating it. I actually kind of like it.

  She props her chin up on my arm. “So?”

  “So what?” I ask, looking at her.

  “Do you want to run?” She doesn’t divert her eyes, waiting for my answer.

  “No. I don’t.”

  She straddles me, her bare pussy teasing my half-hard dick. “So once wasn’t enough?”

  I grip her hips, moving her back and forth, the slickness of her pussy warming my cock. “Not even close.”

  She bends down, but I urge her up, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Stilling in place, she groans. I won’t admit it to her right now, but I’m not sure I’ll ever feel like I’ve had her enough times.

  “Can you even?” she asks through labored breaths.

  My mouth pops off her tit. “Are you questioning my ability to fuck you multiple times?”

  I feel her chest vibrate with laughter as I cast kisses there. “Did I offend you?”

  I grab a condom and have it on in record time, then lower her to my now-erect cock.

  “Oh.” She gasps.

  “Oh is right. Don’t doubt me again. You’ll be begging for mercy before I can’t go again.”

  “That sounds like a challenge.” She takes me in her hand and slides the tip of my dick along her folds. Fuck, the slickness makes me throb.

  “Take it as you will.”

  Then she sinks down on me. “How about I take control this time? You can reserve your energy because I bet you I’ll still be like the Energizer Bunny while you’re passed out.”

  “You know I don’t back away from a bet.”

  Just the word bet reminds me of the
one I have with Tweetie. I try to figure out if enough time has passed for me to win, but Lena circling her hips distracts me. Fuck it, even if I end up losing, this was worth it.

  “Do your worst.”

  She shakes her head, a smile tipping her lips, and for a moment, I think this must be what Aiden and Maksim love so much with their women. Times when you really feel like you know the person. Because I’ve grown to know Lena pretty damn well and the fact that we can communicate with just expressions is awesome as hell.

  She rocks along my length and my hands slide up to her tits, taking one in each hand. “I do love these big soft tits.”

  Her hands fall back on my thighs when she arches her back. “I love your cock.” I raise my hips up off the mattress and she squeezes in with her knees. “I’m in control. Remember?”

  I dramatically put my hands behind my head. “If you say so.”

  Her back arches more, her tits begging for my attention while she moves me in and out of her. I fixate on where we’re joined. It’s hot as hell watching my glistening cock sink into her over and over again. I glance up to see she’s watching as well.

  “Ford.” She’s breathless already. My name on her lips does something to me. “Touch me.”

  “You said you’re in control,” I joke.

  Her eyes close and she rocks faster. “Please.”

  “Afraid not, baby.”

  She pops her eyes open. “Ford!”

  I laugh and raise my hips off the mattress.

  “Oh god, again.”

  I do it again, still keeping my hands entwined behind my head.

  She falls forward, her hand on my pecs. “Touch my tits. Please.”

  “Can’t.”

  Then she lies on me, her hands trying to get under my head to mine, but I’m stronger.

  “Stop playing. I’m right there.” She’s needy and greedy and she sits back up, staring at me. “Then I’m going to touch myself.” She holds up her hand in warning.

  “I’d love to see you touch yourself.” I give her a shit-eating grin.

  “You don’t want to be the one who gets me off?”

  She stops moving and I take over thrusting up into her. “You’re in control.”

  She slides her hand dramatically down the valley of her breasts, past her naval to the top of her trimmed pussy. My cock flexes inside her when she touches her clit. It’s hot as fuck, but she’s right—I want to be the one to make her come.

  “Stop.” I move her hand out from between her legs and take over.

  She gives me a satisfied smile. Her hands are on my thighs again, and I lightly massage her clit until she’s rocking so hard she might break my dick. I’m not complaining at all. Then I increase the pace and she whimpers, staring at me with hooded eyes like she can’t take anymore or she’s going to explode.

  “Should I let you take over control again?” I ask.

  She glares at me. “If you stop, I swear to God I will break your dick.”

  I laugh and her pace accelerates, sweat dripping down her body. All I want is to lick the salty sweat off her body. Her hands whip forward onto my hand manipulating her clit and she bolts forward, her orgasm hitting her. She shudders with small aftershocks until she opens her eyes and stares at me. With just-fucked hair and a face slack with satisfaction, she’s fucking perfect.

  “Now roll over and get on all fours. It’s time for me to take control.”

  She manages to climb off my lap and props her ass up in the air. Without waiting, I grind into her, grabbing her hips and thrusting in and out. There’s no better view than her ass in front of me, her pussy taking my dick again and again.

  I run my hand over her ass. What I wouldn’t do to make it pink, but she’s losing steam, her body struggling to stay upright.

  The tingling in my spine starts and my balls draw up before my orgasm hits me. I drill into her two more times before I fill the condom. Her body gives out, sprawling on the bed.

  I fall down next to her. “How’s that energy level now?”

  She opens up one eye. “I’m good.”

  I laugh and get up to take off the condom. When I return, she’s in the same spot.

  I push the covers open. “Time for you to get some sleep.”

  “I don’t need sleep. I’m ready to go again.” She reaches between my legs for my dick that lies limp along my thigh.

  “Somehow I doubt that.” I kiss her temple. “Get some sleep.”

  Eventually her breathing evens out and she falls asleep, while I lie awake dissecting everything we just did, the chance we took. All I can think of is Annabelle and how much my actions affect her now. I can no longer act on temptation without thinking it through, even though I just did.

  I’ll give Lena one thing. She doesn’t need a lot of sleep. I was about to fall asleep when she woke and stuck her ass in my direction. What was I supposed to do except take her from behind, raising her leg and pushing into her while I play with her tits? It’s my favorite position and I think she’s as big a fan as me now.

  But that left us lying in bed with the television on but no sound.

  “How did you know about the Sandersvilles?” I ask her.

  She shrugs. “I did some research. Found out how they got to where they are.”

  “I know, but why? All you had to do was show up on my arm and convince them you loved me.”

  She laughs and shakes her head. “It’s my job. I’m still the Jacobs family PR rep.”

  I take her hand, staring at the engagement ring. “Do you really not like it?”

  “Like it?” She sits up and I find it hard to concentrate with her tits hanging out. “I love it.”

  She holds up her left hand and I think about what it means if this isn’t just a “get it out of our systems” thing. I mean, we’re supposed to marry and here we are sleeping together. I’d love for her to stare at that ring like I gave it to her out of love, but I didn’t. What do we do—get married and divorced, only for me to ask her to marry me again at some point when the timing is right?

  She nudges me out of my mindfuck. “What are you thinking about?”

  I slide up to rest my back along the headboard. “Where do we go from here?”

  She sits back on her ankles, looking deflated. “What do you mean?”

  I take her hand again, moving the ring back and forth on her finger. It fits her so well, as if it was meant for her—which makes sense, because I was thinking about her when I bought it. I would’ve gotten her a bigger ring if I thought she’d let me, but I knew she isn’t the type who would want to show off a huge diamond. “We’re going to get fake married and we’re embarking on a real relationship.”

  She straightens her legs out, sitting cross-legged and giving me a view of her pussy. All the blood rushes to my dick, when I really need my mind working on this one.

  “Are we embarking on a relationship?” she asks softly.

  I think, not wanting to say something I’d have to take back at some point, but I’ve spent the entire night with her and I don’t want it to end. I find myself excited to see her after games, or when I pull into the garage and the Bronco is there, my stomach stirs knowing she’s inside. Late at night, I wonder what she does in her room and hope that our paths collide at some point. All of this means something. One thing I know for sure is I don’t want it to end. “I think so. You?”

  She stares at her hands, twisting them for way too long. Her back straightens and her demeanor changes. “I don’t know.”

  She slides off the bed and heads to the bathroom.

  I look around the room as if someone will fill me in on what just happened. Getting out of bed myself, I stalk after her and rest my shoulder along the doorframe of the bathroom, watching her stare at herself in the mirror. “What am I missing?”

  She slowly turns.

  “Wait!” I hold up my hand, grabbing one of the complimentary robes and tossing it to her. “I can’t concentrate while you’re naked.”

  She
puts it on and I feel slightly offended she can concentrate with my dick hanging out. “I don’t know what to think. I mean you’re Ford Jacobs. And…”

  “And what?” I ask. “I thought we were on the same page here.”

  “We are. I mean, it’s just that I didn’t expect to feel…”

  Anger percolates under the surface. “Feel what? Speak, Lena!”

  “Don’t yell at me.” She covers her face with her hands. “I have to think.” She looks at me as tears fill her eyes.

  All I want to do is take her in my arms, but she’s having doubts and I’m really pissed off about it. “What does the fact I’m Ford Jacobs have to do with us giving this a shot?”

  She holds out her arms, her hands insinuating like I should know. “Because you’re you.”

  “What the fuck does that mean?” She’s talking in damn circles.

  “You’re not monogamous. You don’t do candlelight dinners or Netflix and chill. You live on the edge and I don’t. You have all this money and want for nothing. I scrape by. We’re total opposites. And I have more to lose than you do if we screw this up for your dad.” She walks past me in the doorway.

  “What are you really afraid of?” I ask.

  She freezes with her back to me. I watch for an excruciating minute as she breathes heavily but doesn’t face me.

  “That I’m not good enough,” she whispers. “That you’ll want more.”

  Then she buries her head in her hands and cries.

  I stand, unable to move my feet, not sure what the hell I should do. We just slept together and already there’s fucking drama.

  I can’t believe I admitted that to him, as though I want him to convince me I’m worthy. And maybe a part of me does. The feelings that have surfaced for Ford are all-consuming. I’m one hundred percent invested, but how can a man really change so quickly?

  I hear him step forward, but I raise my hand. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re like ‘what the fuck?’ I’m not being fair to you.”

  “I’m so fucking confused right now.” There’s some residual anger in his tone. Probably because he put himself out there and said he wanted this to go somewhere.