Page 57 of In the Frame

“Please—”

Shifting, I push my boxers and jeans down, revealing my erection, which reaches for my belly. Florian grins and then leans over. With a flick of his tongue, he teases the head with his mouth ’til I cry out. Then he slows, licking the length of my shaft, taking me in his mouth. I close my eyes and moan deep in my throat, giving myself over to his intoxicating touch. With agonizing patience, he teases me ’til every nerve of my body is on fire for him. As if August in London hasn’t been hot enough already.

“Florian—” I beg, gasping.

“What do you want, gorgeous? Tell me. Show me.”

“Give me your cock.”

He’s eager to slide out of his boxers and jeans, moving up the bed beside me. I roll and shift and take him in my mouth, rigid and firm against my tongue. And God, he tastes incredible. I work a rhythm, and he’s so responsive, I can’t get enough. He gasps, thrusting into my mouth as I work him with my hand and mouth in an escalating tempo ’til he squeezes my shoulder and tells me he’s going to come soon if I keep going. So, I ease and stop to look at him, flushed and disheveled, and all I want to do is flush and dishevel him more.

Florian groans when I at last release him. His gaze flickers down, his fingers running along my jaw. “What do you want now?”

“I want you on your back. Got any lube?” I ask.

“Drawer.”

I find the lube and warm it up in my hands, putting a generous amount on his cock and then on myself and I straddle him.

“You’re sure?” he whispers, rubbing his cock against my thigh.

“I’m sure.”

Florian’s biting his lip as I slowly ease onto him. I shudder at the fullness of him, how hard he is. I’m moaning too, staying very still as I get used to the sensation of him inside me.

Our gazes are locked, and I’m breathing hard, trembling. I lower myself forward, slowly riding, and kiss him deeply. “Like this,” I whisper a moment later.

Florian grunts his agreement, closing his eyes in obvious pleasure. He’s damp with perspiration from us, from the warm night, from the incredible way he’s making me feel. His fingers grip my thighs.

“Fuck,” I breathe, starting to stroke myself as I shift, on the edge. My hips quicken their movement.

He opens his eyes to watch me in frank admiration, rumpled as how I imagined against the pillow. “You feel so good⁠—”

He bites his lower lip, encouraging me with his body, increasing his movements to match me with a moan. And then there’s nothing beyond this room or us, and how special he makes me feel when he looks at me the way he does. I’m shaking when I release, my cum across his chest. And soon, he follows me, gasping raggedly as his fingers dig into me.

At last, I collapse onto him for a kiss, and he wraps me up in his arms tight the way I craved in Brighton when we had to leave, blood rushing in my ears. I don’t want this moment to end and to carve a space to live inside tonight.

Once more, his kisses are slow and lazy and perfect for me right now. We’re plastered against each other and sweaty, and I wouldn’t change a single thing to feel his heart pounding beneath mine.

I rest my head on his shoulder, and Florian holds me tight. We should clean up, have a shower, but neither one of us wants to move and break the spell. His fingers are warm on the nape of my neck. And in the comfort of his arms, we soon fall asleep. Tomorrow, we can figure out what the updated terms of fake boyfriending are.

Chapter Thirty-One

The first thing to come into my consciousness is the sound of birds singing. The next thing I realize is that I’m lying in a bed far too comfortable to be mine. Obviously, someone else’s. I squeeze my eyes tight and slowly open them. Light spills into the room from one set of open shutters and a window.

Florian’s room. Florian’s bed.

Except Florian isn’t in the bed, and I blink, and then I realize Florian’s just stepped back into the room. And now into the sunlight. He glows. Also, unfortunately, he’s entirely dressed, ready for the day in a suit.

He’s holding a steaming mug and gives me an entreating look. “I brought you tea.”

I sit up and rub my eyes. The sheet falls to my waist. “I slept hard, I think.”

“You did,” Florian confirms with a grin. “And you looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you. But I have to leave soon. I thought to lure you out of bed and up for some breakfast if you would like?”

Blinking at Florian, I look at him in amazement. “You brought me tea? Nobody’s done that for me before.”

He tsks and laughs and hands over the tea carefully. It’s warm and delicious, everything tea should be. The caffeine will help me leave this comfortable bed and also provide a great distraction from last night.