I release an exhausted sigh, leaning back against the wall and inadvertently grazing a hand against the robe, one I’m certainwraps around her naked body on occasion.Well,if now wasn’t just about the worst time to get a semi.
Better than at a funeral, I suppose.
“Adhira, you really need to tell them what’s going on. I assure you they would want to help,” I try to reason.
“I can’t, Elijah. It is truly not my business to share this information with you, so you’ll just have to take my word for it when I say that these women all have very good reasons to be triggered by my diagnosis. Reasons far more pressing than the usual ones.” Her eyes pierce my soul, begging me to understand, and tragically,I do.“If we do this, they’ll be appeased enough by the drama to leave, and it’ll buy me more time before I have to tell them what’s really going on.”
She looks defeated, and I just want to squeeze her, both out of frustration that she’s dragging me into her lies and because she’s so goddamn cute ithurts.
A groan rips through me, unbidden. “Fine,” I whisper-yell. “Let’s get this over with.” I turn around and swing the bathroom door open, waltzing into her room. I approach her bed and catch her wearing a triumphant little grin when I glance over my shoulder.
I hoist myself up onto the mattress, clambering into the centre, and her expression shifts to something incredulous. Her lips are downturned, and her brows climb her forehead.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, hands on her hips.
Oh,nowshe knows how to whisper?!
“Getting ready to fake-fuck you. What do you think?” I ask, throwing my hands up, palms to the ceiling in aWhat else could I be doing?expression.
“Elijah, this is not the movieEasy A!We aren’t jumping on the bloody bed! Get down,” she demands.
I roll my eyes, climbing down in defeat. “I’m sorry, I’ve never fake-fucked anyone before.”Or real-fucked, for that matter.“How am I supposed to know what this entails?”
She lets out a huff, crawling to the centre of the bed, resting back against the pile of pillows in front of her simplistic headboard—the only plain thing in her room. We’re surrounded by trinkets, crystals, stones, strings of round light bulbs, bright tapestries, a colourful rug, and just about every shade of red, orange, and green.
She pats her thighs, drawing my attention back to the absolute work of art lying in the middle of the bed. I have to work overtime to remind my dick that this isfake.As in, not real, and definitely not a reason for the semi I’m already sporting, stiffening with embarrassing speed.
“Hurry up, princess,” she says with a smirk, her eyes dancing over my face before flitting down my body.
I suck in a deep, steadying breath, lifting myself onto the bed and crawling over her. “What now?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
She winds her arms around my neck, her fingers twining into the short strands at the nape of my neck. She pulls my body down, flush against hers, as I bracket her head with my hands.
My balls tighten, and I draw a ragged breath. “It’s just pretend, Elijah,” she reminds me. “Do whatever you normally would, but with clothes on.”
I drop my chin to my chest, a pained groan passing my lips before I can meet her gaze again. I get lost in the swirls of cinnamon dancing in her dark-brown eyes but manage to whisper, “I’m a virgin, Adhira. I’ve never done this before. Fake or not.”
A flicker of surprise flashes across her face, but she smooths it quickly. “You aren’t missing much, based on my limited experience.” She shrugs. “Just grind against me, and make sure it’s convincing enough for this bed to shake. Do whatever youthink is right, and I’ll make every theatre kid proud of my stellar performance.”
“And which role are you playing?” I ask with a low chuckle.
“Horny porn star number two.” She smirks, and laughter bubbles out of me. She leans in, her warm breath brushing the shell of my ear, making my nipples fucking pebble.Christ. I need to get a grip on reality.
“Youare horny porn star number one, the star of the show. Now, make me proud,” she whispers, wrapping her toned, slim legs around my waist, rocking against me.
I clench my eyes shut, trying to build a blockade between my sanity and how goddamn perfect she feels fitted against my body like this, how bloody stunning she is.
She releases a loud moan that stops my heart; my eyes burst open. She winks at me, continuing to release breathy moans, followed by surprised ones, and with every sound, my thrusts grow more ardent.
“That’s right, baby,” I praise, and we both bite our bottom lips, holding in our shared laughter. “You feel so fucking good,” I moan out, taking my part in thisveryseriously.
I mean, Iwasa theatre kid, after all. I’d like to think I’m makingmyselfproud.
My cock grows painfully engorged, our pelvises fused together, and I feel my rigid length buried between her plump, wet folds through the ungodly thin fabric covering her pussy.
She flicks her gaze between us, her breath coming out in shallow pants, her small breasts heaving, and I can see her nipples through her baggy T-shirt.
“Elijah, you’d better tell your dick that this is fake,” she pants out.
