Page 6 of The Fake Out

He sighed. “Um…I don’t really do this.”

“What? Sex?”

“No, I love sex. But I just got out of a long-term relationship. I can’t—”

“Dude, I’m looking for a good time, not a long time.”

“I don’t do one-night stands.”

“Blaise, do you want to fuck me or not?”

“Oh, God, yes…”

I climbed off his lap and stood up in front of him. “Tonight’s just some fun; no strings. Now, take off your shirt.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped himself of his tight black t-shirt, and a gasp came out of my mouth. He had muscles on top of his muscles. I saw the rest of his sleeve tattoo, and my eyes zeroed in on the phoenix on his shoulder and upper bicep. I traced it slowly with my finger.

“I have a phoenix, too,” I said.

“Show me,” he demanded, his voice husky with lust.

“Later,” I whispered and dropped to my knees on the floor.

My hands went to his belt buckle, and he helped me relieve him of his jeans and boxers. His cock sprung up, and there was a bead of pre-cum waiting to be licked…so I did. His hips jerked up at the sensation, and he let out a moan. I looked up at him while I licked around the head of his cock.

“Fuck, V, that feels good.”

Shit, when was the last time this man had a blow job?

I kept eye contact when I slid my lips down his length. He tipped his head back and moaned again. I closed my eyes as I slid my hand and lips up and down his cock. He gripped my hair and bunched it up on the top of my head so it was out of my way. Though I was sure he only did that so he could watch me slide his cock in and out of my mouth—and it turned me on that he wanted to see me at work. I put one hand on his muscular thigh to steady myself while the other stroked his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, you better…” He trailed off, but he bucked his hips against my mouth, and his cock bumped the back of my throat.

I moaned as warm, salty liquid hit my tastebuds, and then I sucked until it was all gone. I released his cock with a loud pop and daintily wiped at my mouth. I peered up at him through my lashes. He towered over me as he sat on the bed while I was on my knees before him, waiting for him to give me a command.

His gaze was so heated, it was like he lit me aflame.

“Strip,” he growled.

Oh, helllooo! That’s what I was talking about.

I stood up and stripped off my tank top. I then slid my jeans off, leaving me in my matching black lacy bra and thong.

“C’mere,” he demanded. His gaze seared across my body, and a tingle went down my spine at the sound of his deep voice ordering me around.

I stepped forward and straddled him again. I kissed his neck and felt him shudder as I stayed there, sucking on his skin until my lips were on his ear. “What do you want to do to me, Blaise?”

His hands dug into the flesh of my exposed ass. He gripped me like he wanted to possess me, and I wanted him to take me, control me, make me come until I saw stars. “Bad things.”

“What kind of bad things?” I whispered into his ear, then continued the descent of my lips on his neck.

“I want to spank you for being a bad girl,” he growled.

Oh, hell yes!

“I thought I was a good girl, making you come,” I argued in-between rough kisses.

He bit my lip and descended on me again, angling my head as he tasted me and gripped the back of my neck as if telling me who was the boss tonight. He could boss me around as much as he wanted.