Fauxmance (Showmance #2)(55)

I opened the wine and poured her a glass, feeling she might need it. My gaze lingered on her reddened lips as I handed it to her. She took it in a daze.

“You look so fuckable right now.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied without looking at me.

I laughed. “You’re getting better at flirting, but you need to work on your eye contact.”

I held her gaze, lifted one of the plates and brought it over. Kneeling down, I placed it on her lap, forked up some of the mushroom risotto that accompanied the chicken and held it to her mouth. She ate, doing her best not to look away. I fed her another few bites, watching her throat as she swallowed. I found it inordinately sexy.

When she seemed to have had enough, I put the plate aside, then took her wine and placed it on the coffee table. I took her hand and led her over to the bed. Without speaking, I started to undress her, slowly, sensuously. I enjoyed taking the lead with Ellen, relished how all the little ways I took charge produced a reaction in her.

I lifted her dress over her head. Underneath she wore a black lace bra and knickers, the dark colour highlighting her lovely skin. To my delight, she wasn’t wearing tights but hold-up stockings. A grin tugged on my lips as I ran my fingers along the lacy edge.

“Did you wear these for me?”

“Yes,” she replied breathily.

I wanted to lick and bite every inch of her. I climbed onto the bed, gazing down at her with what I imagined was sheer carnal passion. When she started to clam up, I wrapped my fingers around her ankle. She gasped at the contact as I lifted her leg and threw it over my shoulder. Then I nestled my shoulders between her thighs, bent and pressed a kiss to the lace covering her pussy.

“W-what are you doing?” she whispered breathlessly.

I didn’t reply, and instead slid the fabric of her underwear to the side. She was so pretty, so wet, I couldn’t resist a taste. I swept my tongue along her folds and her back arched. She gripped my shoulders and let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

“That’s it, let yourself go,” I urged, gazing up at her.

She was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.





Chapter Fifteen





Ellen





What was happening?

The soft, fluttery, wet sensation of Julian’s tongue on my vagina was by far the best thing I’d ever felt. He was like a God below me, so practiced, so confident and sure of himself.

I was in a hotel room with a male escort, receiving oral sex for the first time in my life.

It felt like some sexy alternative reality. Definitely not something that would be happening to me.

But then Julian held my gaze, flicked his tongue around my clit, sending spikes of awareness all through my body. This was very real, no doubt about it.

“Y-yes, like that,” I urged and my encouragement seemed to please him.

He smiled as he closed his eyes and sucked hard on my clit. Both his hands spanned my waist, his fingers delicate yet masculine at the same time. They weren’t fingers that had done manual labour, but they were fingers that had spent a lifetime pleasuring women.

When he opened his sultry, hazel eyes, they seemed to look right into my soul. In that moment, Julian wasn’t an ordinary human, he was an otherworldly, supernatural being, sent to earth purely to seduce the female population.

He was certainly too beautiful to be human sometimes.

“Tell me when you’re going to come,” he rasped then went straight back to work.

I nodded, my entire body flushing as I fisted his hair. It was the first time I appreciated its length. You could really grab a hold of it. For a second, I wondered about all the other women who’d done exactly the same thing but pushed the thought aside.

I wouldn’t think of that tonight. Tonight was all about enjoying myself.

Speaking of, Julian started doing this fluttery thing with his tongue and I almost came. Was there a female equivalent of premature ejaculation? It was embarrassing, but it wasn’t my fault. Years of nothing but masturbation and my own imagination meant the real thing was pretty fucking mind-blowing.

I arched my hips and he palmed my thighs, fingertips digging in, his eyes urging me to let go. When he dipped his mouth and slid his tongue inside me, I moaned loud. His tongue returned to my clit, laying on just the right amount of pressure at just the right tempo.

He really was a pro.

“Julian,” I breathed as I came. My stomach muscles clenched, my spine arched further, but he didn’t let up. He continued to lick until he drained every ounce of my orgasm. When it finally petered out, I fell into the pillows, boneless.

Julian removed his shirt then wrapped his arms around me, tucking me tight to his body so that we were spooning.

“That was very pretty to watch, Ellen,” he purred in my ear.

I smiled, too blissed out to reply. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but there was something comforting about lying in bed with him, something peaceful.

When I woke up, it was a little chilly. I realised why when I sat up and saw the window was open. Julian sat on the ledge, shirtless and smoking a cigarette. He stared out at the city skyline, his expression thoughtful.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” I said, breaking the silence. I was also pretty sure smoking wasn’t allowed in the hotel, but I didn’t mention that.