Page 65 of Weddings, Revenge & Fake Dating

“But I want to touch you,” I say, even though I’m nervous.

“Tonight was only supposed to be about you.”

“Me?”

I soften. Nathan has made it clear he’ll sleep with me if I allow it, which means he’s sidestepping what he wants. For me.

Maybe he thinks he’s rushing me. Maybe he knows I’m inexperienced. Maybe he thinks he’s being nice. The problem is his selflessness only makes me want this more.

I inch closer. “I want to taste you.”

I slip one finger beneath the elastic of his boxer jocks and slide it back and forth. When my knuckles brush his abs, his breathing turns ragged. Taking that as my cue, I let my hand drift lower and cup his bulge.

“Let me make you feel good,” I say, using his own words against him.

He inhales with a shaky nod.

I kiss him and then roll down his waistband. Nathan’s cock pops free and rigid.

At the sight, I become concerned. He’s not only long but he’s thick. Very thick. Because he’s gone unattended, the skin is darker with heat, his veins throbbing. And he’s precariously close to exploding—literally.

Carefully, I tug off his bottoms. He kicks them away and they hit the floor. With nothing now in my way, I rub his pre-cum with my thumb and then encircle his girth with my fingers. My grip doesn’t come close to wrapping around him.

There’s a quick hitch in his breathing when I pump his length. Wanting to be closer to that little sound, I lean in and brush my mouth to his. Every time he makes it, I want to suck it in and eat it up. It’s so deliciously sexy and vulnerable.

“I’m too fucking horny for you,” he says softly.

I’m unsure if this is an apology or a plea. A bead of sweat has formed on his hairline, signaling he’s on the verge of losing it already. But then he’s been waiting for this since we started.

“Tell me what to do,” I say.

“My cock between your tits.” Then he kisses me like a man possessed.

Those words and his kiss are all it takes to convince me. Nathan straddles my waist as I lie on my back.

“It’s my turn to watch you,” I say, pleased with this development.

My hands trace the hard planes of his pecs. I grip his hips and run my palms over his sturdy corded thighs. I stroke his shaft, covering him in lube I found in his toybox as Nathan kisses me.

With both hands, I squeeze my breasts tight for him. Slowly, his dick slides into the valley between, like he’s entering me for the first time.

“I love your fucking tits,” he says when he’s surrounded.

He pumps once with a long, wet glide and stops to inhale a controlled breath. His nostrils flare on an exhale. He pumps again, slower this time, and his eyelids sink shut.

When he releases a barbaric moan, he pulls me into the hot moment.

He’s getting off because of me. On me.

I marvel I have the power to affect him this way. Every insecurity about my body falls away, and a lascivious wave uncoils low in my belly.

“Fucking yes,” he says with complete devotion.

As he pumps, he reaches for my breasts and rolls my nipples between his fingers. It delivers a shock to my sex that teeters between ache and building arousal. My hips undulate in time with his thrusts. I’m greedy for my own release . . . again.

“So. Fucking. Hot.”

Strong thighs clench my sides as he drives between my mounds. Above me, every single muscle on his ripped body works in unison as if made for this sole purpose.