Page 136 of The Faking Game
I hoped. I wanted.
But I didn’t know, and now that knowing settles beneath my breastbone, rearranges something inside me. This is what it’s meant to feel like. To be wanted and to revel in that wanting.
I’m close when he slides his finger down, brushes it along my entrance. “Look at you. You’re soaked now.” His voice is hoarse. “I need to taste you. Want to try that, trouble? My mouth on you? We can see if you can come that way, and if not, we can grab your vibrator.”
Nerves shoot through me, but there’s excitement too. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He runs large hands along my thighs, spreading me farther. “Tell me.”
“Yes, I want you to… go down on me.”
His lips curve. “That’s my girl,” he says again, and I love it. I love all of it.
He starts by kissing down my thighs in slow, open-mouthed kisses. He’s warm against my skin and he’sthere.Kissing across my sensitive skin.
I look up at the lamp in the ceiling and focus on breathing. West Calloway is eating me out.
The absurdity of it makes my head swim. That I’m actually here, letting someone do this,enjoyingsomeone doing this, and that it’shim.
My teenage crush. My grown-up annoyance. My fake boyfriend and protector. And he’s groaning against my skin like there’s nothing he would rather do than be pressed against the most intimate part of me.
West’s tongue flicks against my clit, and I look back down at him with widened eyes.
“Stay with me, sweetheart,” he says. “Don’t go off in your head.”
“I’m here,” I whisper. He’s bracketed by my bare thighs, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them.
He takes my hand and draws it toward his hair. “Hold on to me. Can you do that for me?”
I nod. My voice isn’t strong enough for speech.
“Good. You’re doing so good.” He kisses my clit again and uses his tongue to tease it from the sides with a steady pressure. It’s intoxicating to watch him do this. To see his brown hair between my thighs, his forehead. My fingers tighten in his hair.
“That feels… good.”
There’s a faint chuckle against my skin that makes me gasp, and then his tongue resumes its movements. His free hand holds my thigh back and open for him as he works me over, and every now and then, he’ll lift his lips to tell me how good I taste. How pretty I am. How he could do this all night.
My body feels heavy and taut at the same time. It’s good he’s holding my thighs spread, or I wouldn’t keep them bent.
His fingers stroke over my pussy, and then he slides one inside me to the first knuckle. He groans, like he’s the one being touched to an inch of orgasm. “You’re clenching. Can you relax for me, sweetheart?”
I take a deep breath, and he slides in another inch. The intrusion is delicious, too much and not enough at the same time. He keeps sucking on my clit, and I’m so close it should be illegal. “That’s it. Let me inside…” He groans. “Fuck, this is my new obsession, your tight pussy around my finger. Pink is absolutely my new favorite color.”
It feels like my insides are aching, and the slow pump of his finger is the only thing that can soothe it. “West,” I tell him, my fingers tightening in his hair. “I think… I think I might…”
“That’s it. Be a good girl and come around my finger.”
His tongue speeds up over my clit, flicking back and forth against the sensitive underside, and it’s all it takes to send me tumbling.
My breath catches and my thighs tighten around his face. I let go of his hair, stretch my arms out wide on the pool table. I brush against the cool weight of a billiard ball. It’s too intense and it won’t stop and I never, ever want it to.
West’s mouth stays on me through it all. He kisses me slowly after it’s over, avoiding where I’m most sensitive.
I smile. It’s a wide, lazy one. “I think you like giving me these lessons,” I tell him, and watch as he stands up. He hooks his arms underneath my knees to keep me spread for him. “I think you like being a teacher, Calloway.”
“Calloway again?” He looks over me in a slow sweep, and there’s that confident, arrogant look on his face. I hate that I love it so much. “Of course I do. Do you know what a thrill it is, that I’m the first man you’ve let between your legs? The first man you’ve truly wanted this way? I want to make every single experience earth-shattering for you, to set the bar too high for anyone who comes after me. I want you to be disappointed in them all.”
I laugh a little and lift up on my elbows. “In that case, maybe I’ll reach my deadline after all.”
