Fake dating? Bullshit. Last night was realer than anything I had ever had.
Paige stirred, making a soft little sound that went straight to my already half-hard dick. Her lashes fluttered, then those hazel eyes found mine.
“Morning, gorgeous,” I said, my voice hoarse.
She yawned, stretching against me like a cat, and every inch of bare skin sliding over mine made me throb.
I licked my lips, enjoying the way her hard nipples brushed over my muscles.
“Shower with me?” I asked, kissing her temple.
“Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself,” she mumbled, voice husky from all the screaming she had done last night.
I gave her my best innocent look and blinked at her. She grabbed a pillow and whacked me with it. I laughed, clutching the pillow she had thrown at me, a small smile playing on her lips.
“You didn’t complain last night when my hands, mouth, and cock were everywhere,” I drawled with a dirty smolder that would earn me another whack on the face with a pillow.
Thankfully, she just blushed, making her look absolutely adorable. Her blonde hair was tousled, but her eyes were bright and perfect. She looked well-rested even though we barely had any sleep last night.
“T-that was different,” she said, looking away.
“Showering’s different too,” I said, rolling us so I hovered over her, caging her in.
“Water’s slippery and might need to hold on real tight,” I said, brushing my lips over her ear. “Let me wash you, Paige. Every inch. I’ll be so good. I promise.”
She pretended to think about it for half a second before rolling her eyes and letting me drag her out of bed.
The rainfall shower was all steam and heat as it poured over us. I pressed her against the marble wall and kissed her until she melted. My hands roamed over her tits, her waist, that perfect ass I had spent half the night buried between. Water streamed down her body, tracing every curve, and I followed it with my mouth and tongue.
I dropped to my knees like a supplicant, hands spreading her thighs.
“Derek, I—” she said, her voice a needy whimper.
“Shh. Let me have my breakfast.”
I licked her sweet pussy. Savoring her taste as my tongue circled her clit until her knees buckled. I pinned her hips, sucking that swollen little bud between my lips, flicking fast and relentlessly while two fingers pumped inside her. I knew she was close, and it didn’t take long for her to orgasm.
She came with a sharp cry, fingers yanking my hair, thighs clamping around my ears like she wanted to keep me there forever.
I would have gladly obliged.
When I stood, my cock was aching, jutting up against my stomach, flushed dark and leaking. Paige’s gaze dropped to it, and her tongue darted over her bottom lip. Before I could blink, she was sinking to her knees.
No fucking way.
My eyes widened as I caught her shoulders and said, “Paige, you don’t have to?—”
She looked up, water clinging to her lashes. “But I want to suck your cock, Derek,” she whispered, her voice soft and sultry.
Jesus Christ.
My dick twitched as if it had a mind of its own. A throaty ‘fuck,’ tore out of me.
I stepped out just long enough to grab a thick towel, folding it quickly and keeping it under her knees. No way was I letting the tiles bruise her perfect skin. Then I was back, threading my fingers through her wet hair and guiding her forward.
She wrapped one small hand around the base. I bit my lip when she couldn’t even close her fingers around and licked a hot stripe up the underside.
My head fell back against the tile with a thud. Her lips closed over the flushed mushroom tip, soft and warm and so fucking eager. She took me deeper, her cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling, with little hums vibrating straight through me.
