Fake It 'Til You Break It(86)

I groan, slide my palms around her ass, and lift her again, her legs quickly latching on.

I spin us, carefully climbing the stairs with her in my arms while she lets go to unlatch her bra and tosses it aside.

A raspy giggle leaves her when I stop dead, hitting her back against the wall with an urgency I’ve never felt as I quickly bring my hands up to feel her better.

I bring my mouth to her skin, wrapping my lips over her nipple and tugging until it pops free.

My eyes snap to hers. “Mine.”

“Yours,” she moans, grinding against me and I apply pressure with my hips.

She slips her hands between us, pushing my boxers down and I pull back, forcing her to watch me as she does it.

That has her slowing her movements, but still, she keeps going.

I let her legs fall, but she keeps her back plastered to the wall, not dropping her eyes as we push my boxers down together.

My dick springs free between us, the head brushing where her jeans end at her waistline, getting the tiniest taste of the feel of her skin, and my thighs clench.

“I’ve thought of this,” she admits with a breathy whisper, her untried senses on full fire. “Imagined it.”

“Me too, baby. More than I’ll admit.” I move in again, but she has other ideas.

She nudges me away gently, and takes backward steps down the hall, unbuttoning her jeans as she goes.

She’s eager, it’s easy to see, but she pulls at her restraint, and when her eyes fall from mine, it’s in a slow savoring appraisal. One I’m guessing she’s in favor of, if the way her steps falter when her eyes meet my hard and ready cock for the first time tells me anything.

Her chest inflates as she halts altogether, hips swiveling as she works those tight ass jeans all the way down, now standing in nothing but a deep blue thong.

Her hand comes up to grip the doorframe closest to her, and with her head angled toward me, her body twists, giving me a full, straight on, side view of all ass.

“Fuck, D,” I groan, and I rush toward her.

She laughs and quickly disappears behind the door.

I fucking follow.

She’s leaning against the wall just inside, a smile on her face, her tongue sitting between her teeth, waiting for me.

I lick my lips, slowly walking toward her, and damn if a deep flush doesn’t creep up and across her skin with my advance.

We’re in her room now, so it’s getting more real by the second.

I’m about to have her, take her.

Fuckin’ claim her.

I slide my palms down her chest, feathering my fingers across her hard nipples only to slide them back up and cup her breasts fully. I massage them gently, before dropping my lips to Demi’s.

She inhales deeply, her mouth perfectly in sync with mine.

“You got a shower in here?”

She nods.

“Take one with me.”

There’s no hesitation from her as she links my hand with hers, pulling me along and into the closed door at the left side of her room.

She lets go, spinning to turn it on and reaching out to feel the water.

I step against her, her bare ass lined up perfectly with my dick.

She gasps when I slide it against her, my arm raises and I trail my fingers along her raised one until I can intertwine our fingers again.

I bring both our hands down, wrapping them around her middle and she pushes into me, her head falling back to my shoulder.

My free hand comes around, gripping the side of her face and turning it to mine.

I kiss her, deep and full, and she melts into me, spinning in my arms and pressing her near naked body into mine.

My hands skim across her panty line and she pulls her lips free.

Her heart beats wildly against me, those hazy, utterly aroused, eyes locking with mine. “Take them off, Neek.”

“Not yet,” I rasp. “I need to feel how bad you want me first.”

Her gaze darkens and she squirms, but her center pushes in closer, ready for me.

I slide my fingers inside the material and trail them down until the center meets my skin. Instantly they freeze there, the proof of how ready and wanting she is right there for me to touch.

She’s soaked.

“Bad,” she moans, delivering the answer I’ve just discovered.

“So fuckin’ bad, right baby?” I hook my fingers in the sides and step back, my eyes on her as I drop to my knees, slowly sliding her underwear down her legs.

Her head tilts forward slightly, so she’s looking at me down the bridge of her nose, waiting to see what I want to do next.

So many things, baby.

I reach over, tapping the edge of the shower.

She knows what I want.

She lifts her leg, placing her foot flat against it and I scoot in.

Her scent hits me first and I groan, squeezing her thigh as my hand glides up and across to her ass cheek. I lean in, blowing slow, warm breaths across her center and her hands fly to my head.

“I didn’t shave today, baby.” I lick my lips, and hers fall open. “You wanted to feel my stubble on your inner thigh, yeah?”

Her eyes blacken and she nods.

I glide my chin along the apex of her thighs, and her muscles tense, even more when I allow it to lightly brush her clit as I pull back.

“You want my mouth on you, D?” I rasp, squeezing her ass cheek.

“I want all of you,” she whispers.