Page 7 of The Fake Out

“I wanted to come inside your pussy, not your mouth,” he said when he wrenched his lips from mine. I pouted at the loss, but before I could respond, he flipped me over and had me face-down over his big thighs. His hands rubbed across the exposed skin of my ass. “Such a bad girl. What am I going to do with you, huh?”

I bit my lip. How did he know I was into that? I looked over my shoulder at him. “Fuck me hard?”

His hand swatted my ass and then soothed the spot. “Nah.”

“Please?” I begged and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but we both knew I was just trying to goad him into spanking me again. I liked his powerful arms holding me down against the bed and punishing me for being so bad. I wanted to feel the smack of his big hand against my ass again.

He held me down and spanked me again, harder this time, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. To keep him from knowing how much I liked it.

“I want to punish you with my mouth first. Would you like that?” he asked, giving me another little spank.

I gasped, and then he flipped me over onto my back. His fingers trailed down my floral sleeve tattoo, and he shifted my hip so he could see the massive phoenix tattoo that ran from the top of my hip to mid-thigh.

“Wow,” he breathed. “This is gorgeous.”

He pressed his lips across the bottom of my tattoo and worked his way up my body. I was buzzing with excitement, and when he pulled down the cups of my bra, I thought I was going to explode. He caressed my nipples with the back of his thumbs and turned them to hardened points while I arched my back to get closer to him. With one hand, he reached around and unclasped my bra, tossing the garment across the room.

“So gorgeous, V,” he said before he dipped his head down and his tongue skated circles around my nipple.

He moved to my other breast and repeated the action. My body was on edge with anticipation as he trailed kisses down my torso. I gasped when he pulled my thong off with his teeth and gave me a wicked grin.

I think I died and went to heaven. Who was this guy?

Chapter Three

BLAISE

What the fuck am I doing?

When Dad asked me to take her home, I didn’t question why he asked. I definitely didn’t think I’d be here, running my fingers through her slickness and about to torture her clit with my mouth.

“You okay, honey?” she asked, looking down at me with a concerned look.

I never slept with anyone other than Astrid. Everyone thought since I was a hockey player, I cheated on my girlfriend by banging as many bunnies as I could, but that wasn’t me. Astrid had been my one and only for so long. I never had a one-night stand or was interested in the bunny circuit. Never explored my sexuality either, even though I’d known for a long time I was bi. Astrid had been my person until she wasn’t anymore. Until she shattered my heart into a million pieces.

But I was twenty-five, and I didn’t have to be tied to one person anymore. Not when there was a woman spread out before me offering herself up only for tonight. I could do casual. Especially with a woman as hot as Veronica.

I spread her thighs and kissed my way up her center. I parted her with my thumbs and practically moaned at how wet she was.

“Is this all for me, sweets?” I asked. I looked up at her, and she nodded while she closed her eyes in ecstasy.

I hadn’t missed the way she moaned when she sucked my dick. That was hot. My ex never even pretended to enjoy giving oral. But this woman seemed like she got off on it, and that made my cock pulse in excitement.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please, what?” I asked with a grin.

“Lick my pussy,” she moaned and writhed like I was torturing her.

I kissed the inside of her thigh, slowly marking my path toward her core. She held in a breath and let out a whimper when I drawled my tongue across her. I gave her soft, gentle licks, and she pressed herself up against my face. I held her hips down on the bed and explored her with my tongue. My cock was a hard spike against the bed while I held her wide open and feasted on her.

“Oh, right there,” she cried out and ground herself against my face when I wrapped my lips around her clit.

I moaned as I got my fill of her taste and licked her through an orgasm. But I didn’t stop there. I curled two fingers up inside her and pumped them in and out. She dug her fingers into my short hair and clasped her thighs around my head as she cried out.

I gave her one last lick while she came down off her high. “Good?” I asked while I pressed tiny kisses on her thighs.

Her eyes snapped open, and she yanked lightly on my hair. “C’mere, you sexy beast.”