Page 51 of Fake It For Him

In fact, if I could avoid kissing completely, I usually did. With her, not so much, but tonight, there was a definite need deep within me to completely and utterly consume her.

I’d never felt it quite as intensely, but there it was. I didn’t dial it back or shove it down either, laying it all out there for her to feel instead. Ella responded the same way, crushing her lips to mine as she pushed up on her tiptoes and devoured my mouth.

My hands dropped to her luscious ass and I squeezed hard, and in return, she pushed it further into my palms, prompting me to do it again. Lust coursed through me, igniting my veins and making me leave everything else behind.

What we’d talked about didn’t matter. Nothing did. Not even the gaping wound that felt like it was hemorrhaging right into my chest after I’d torn it open and exposed it to her.

The only thing that mattered to me right now was her. Getting inside her. Taking care of her the only way I knew how.

With that thought in mind, I ran my fingers up her sides to her shoulders, pushing the awful, college-grunge cotton jacket she was wearing off them and dropping it on the floor. Her shirt went next, our mouths only parting for long enough to let the fabric pass between us before we came together again.

Ella’s fingers worked at my belt and she got it loose fast, not bothering to pull it out of the loops and undoing my button next. There was something passionate and intentional between us right now. Something that hadn’t been there before.

Neither of us were doubting this and neither of us were backing down or easing up. We were both savage, and it was really fucking good not to feel like I had to slow down.

Once my button was loose, she tugged the zipper down and then pushed my pants and underwear right off. I kicked my shoes away, breaking the kiss for a moment because I refused to be the guy who fucked her wearing only my socks.

When those were off, I backed her up against the cabinet, my gaze on hers as I lowered myself to my knees and started working on her jeans. Why she hadn’t worn any of the outfits I’d gotten her today, I didn’t know, but I kind of liked that she hadn’t.

Ella was who she was, and she was unafraid to show it, even when faced with a Fifth Avenue shopping trip with a billionaire’s daughter. I really liked that about her—even if her clothes really were terrible.

I made quick work of her jeans, removing her sneakers before glancing up at her again. Left only in her bra and panties now, her chest was heaving, her lips swollen and her eyelids heavy. I groaned as my gaze roamed further down, pausing for a moment on her nipples, hard and straining against the cotton of her bra.

I liked that too, that she wore normal underwear instead of lacy lingerie. There was something innocently sexy about it that really got me going.

My gaze dipped lower then, and I grinned when I saw the damp spot on her panties. Looks like I’m not the only one who’s really fucking turned on right now.

Usually, I’d tease her, make her beg for it after she’d been so sure it would never happen again, but that just didn’t feel right. This wasn’t about proving a point or basking in the knowledge that I’d been right. It was about something else entirely. I just wasn’t sure what.

Hooking my fingers into the elastic of her waistband, I tugged it down, letting the panties drop to her feet before I ran my hands up to the inside of her thighs. She trembled under me, her lips captured between her teeth again when our eyes met for a fraction of a second.

I leaned forward, pressing my nose almost right up to her pussy before I let my gaze drop again, taking in her pink flesh and the tiny patch of hair on her mound. The rest of her was bare, and I definitely liked that too.

Bringing my hands up higher, I spread her legs enough and took hold of one of her hips before my tongue came out to lick through her folds. I didn’t waste any time, making sure I kept a firm grip on her while I ate her out.

Ella screamed my name as she came, her thighs shaking beside my face as I sucked her clit between my teeth. I licked her through it, then took her hand and eased her down on the floor with me. Despite the orgasm and her still shaking hands, she took off my shirt with practiced, slow movements, pushing it off before laying me back on the floor and kissing me all over.

Much as I hated to admit it, my muscles were so tight with restraint to let her do it that I was trembling by the time she reached my dick. I thought I could let her suck me, but as soon as her breath ghosted over my skin, I knew it wasn’t going to work.

Sitting up, I kissed her again, my eyes on hers. I wound my hands into her hair and held her face to me as we lay down. My tip slid between her wet folds and a jolt of pleasure shot through me, also reminding me that we needed a condom.

“Shit. Give me a minute.”

She nodded, panting. I grabbed my wallet out of my pants pocket and plucked a foil package out of it.

“Do you ever run out of those things or forget to restock your wallet?”

Despite the teasing tone of her voice, it was also edged with something else. Vulnerability, maybe?

At this point, I had nothing to lose by continuing with my honesty streak, so I just shrugged while I rolled it on. “I haven’t needed to restock recently. I always carry two and I haven’t been with anyone else since the guest house, so…”

She sucked in a sharp breath, but I felt the smile that spread on her lips when she kissed me as I covered her body with my own. Her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms looped my neck, her fingers in my hair as I pushed into her.

I groaned, her heat enveloping me like it was welcoming me home. Ella tensed under me, whispering my name into my mouth as her hips started rocking with mine. It didn’t take long before we found a rhythm and kept it, both chasing our own highs as our kisses grew sloppy and our bodies came together again and again.

When I felt her constricting around me, I lost it, not even waiting until she was done and letting go, coming with her instead. I came so hard that I might have roared, my heart galloping and faint ringing in my ears by the time the pleasure subsided. I held her for a long time, just lying there with her in my arms and wondering why my need for her wasn’t quite sated.

Either way, I kept holding her, finally pulling out of her only to pull off the condom and drop it on the floor beside us. Ella lay on my arm, her own breathing slowing and even, her eyes closed even though I could tell that she wasn’t sleeping.