Page 14 of My Fake Boyfrenemy


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Into me.

I feast my eyes on the jagged lines and muscled planes of his exquisite, sweat-sheened body. My fingers curl around my steel-hard cock bouncing across my belly. I start jerking off, increasing my already heightened pleasure even more.

How is it possible that sex can be this good?

I know I'm the one who made the cracks about ruining Marnus, but there's no doubt about it, he's ruined me as well.

He throws his head back, his neck corded tight as he puffs out, "Getting close."

I tighten my grip around my dick, fisting it so fast it's a blur. "Same"

"Real close. Like, oh… Jesus! Fuuuuuck!"

He lets out an almighty bellow, and the sound of his unbridled pleasure sends me over the edge. My balls tighten against my body before streams of cum shoot out of me, spraying my stomach, chest, even my chin.

Spent, Marnus carefully pulls out and collapses on the bed.

I smirk. "So, how was your first time with a guy?"

Not that I really have to ask. His cheek is smooshed into the pillow and he can barely keep his eyes open.

"You mean…" His voice comes out slurred. "A man who wasn't your daddy?"

I chuckle and snuggle in nice and close. "You're such a jackass."

"Mmm…" he murmurs, adjusting his head in little movements on the pillow like he's about to drift off. "But I'm your jackass."

My chest blooms with joy.

He sure fucking is.

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Marnus

I open my eyes and am instantly—weirdly—wide awake.

My brain pieces all of yesterday’s events together, starting from the moment in the foyer when I announced our fake relationship to the moment we collapsed after the best sex of my life. Period. No, wait. Exclamation point!

Pierce and I had sex.

The memory of that feels so new…but also, so right.

I don't regret any of it, not even for a second.

Pierce is facing me, snoring softly. His face is all smooth and relaxed, and I have to say, having his mouth closed definitely suits him.

But I can't get too caught up in this because it all started from something fake. If his ex hadn't shown up at the resort spreading his douchey douchiness all over the place, there's no way Pierce would be in my bed right now.

S'pose that means I owe Reece one. Yeah, that's never going to happen.

Pierce and I just need to keep up the facade for the next few days, and once Reece and David check out, we can go back to being friends.

I suppress a sigh. Being friends with Pierce is one of the best things in my life, so why does it suddenly feel like nowhere near enough?

"How is it possible that even your thoughts have horrible morning breath?" Pierce mutters next to me.

I grab my pillow and shove it over his face. "There. Better? Now you can't smell anything."

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