“But you love me.”
“I do. And if you loved me, you would go back in there and let me have fake sex with you,” I plead.
“What every girl wants to hear her boyfriend say.” She snorts.
“Pity me. My house burned down, and I lost everything.” I pout.
“Low blow, asshole.” She sighs heavily. “Fine. Let’s go have fake sex.”
“Thank you!”
“You’re so damn weird,” she mutters, taking my hand and tugging me back into the room.
The room is dark now, with only the light from the moon shining through the window.
I have no idea if he’s sleeping yet or not, but I highly doubt it.
Lifting the blanket, I nod towards the bed. She mutters under her breath and gets in. I climb on top of her, pulling the blanket over my head so if he were to turn a light on, he can’t see.
Maybe I’m being petty and a little over the top. But if this asshole wants to tell me not to have sex with my girlfriend, then I’m going to have sex with my girlfriend.
He just doesn’t need to know it’s fake.
“Now what?” she whispers.
Shit. I don’t know. I’ve never had sex before. I mean, I’ve watched porn. It can’t be that hard, right?
“Put your legs around my waist.”
“Ugh,” she mutters, but wraps her legs around me.
“Don’t sound too eager." I chuckle.
“Oh, Easton, fuck me,” she says a little louder, and my eyes widen. “Eager enough for you?”
I bite my lip, trying to hold back my laughter.
Adjusting myself, I bring my face to the side of hers. We’re pretty much in the position for sex. This could work.
“I’m going to move, just lay there.”
“If you make one more joke about ‘that’s what women do anyway’, I will knee you in the nuts,” she whispers in my ear.
“I wasn’t,” I whisper back.
I start to wonder what the hell I’m doing as I move my hips. The bed moves, and it sounds like someone is fucking. Only it doesn’t because we’re not making any sex noise.
“Moan or something,” I hiss.
“Right, right. Faking it,” she says. “Oh,” she whimpers. “Fuck, baby, right there.”
Brat.
Closing my eyes, I try to forget my stupid plan and play into it too. I let out a few breathy grunts.
But the longer we do this, the more my mind starts to drift. I become very aware of who’s in the room with me.
Is this pissing him off, or is he getting turned on? He seemed to enjoy having someone watch him during a sexual act. Does he like watching other people?
