Chapter 18 #2
“Tell me your other fantasies.” My voice comes out strangled.
Watching her on top of me like this, head tipped back, pleasure from a mere scalp massage relaxing her features, I can’t take much more.
My cock swells in my sweats. “I want to make all of them come true, but I don’t want to cross any of your boundaries. ”
“You think I’m the one with boundaries?” She cocks an eyebrow. “I’m the one with the stalker kink. I think we should be more concerned with your boundaries.”
“I just want you to know that you can trust me.” I squeeze my arms around her, unable to get her close enough. “You can be yourself with me, and I don’t want you to hold anything back. This isn’t fake for me, Summer. It never has been.”
The mirth finally slips from her face. “It’s not fake for me either.”
Before the words have completely left her mouth, she slides her hand between us and drags her palm over my erection.
I bite my lip as the contact makes me twitch, balls tightening. I want her so fucking bad. I’ve wanted her since the night we met. Parading her around as my fake girlfriend and not touching her has been the longest, most torturous foreplay I’ve ever had to endure.
When she strokes up to the tip and grazes the sensitive underside, I shudder, eyelids falling shut. I can’t watch her do this to me or I’ll come in my pants.
I need to distract myself. Trains, waterfalls, chocolate—
Summer’s palm rubs down my cock with more pressure until she reaches the base. Oh no. Don’t go any lower—
Clowns, crows, claw machines, Summer’s tits—
Shit.
Summer slips off me, and my eyes fly open. If she leaves me with the worst blue balls of my life, I might actually lose it.
But she’s not leaving. With a teasing smile, she parts my knees and drops to hers.
Fuck.
“Summer—”
“I want to wake up to you going down on me.”
“What?” My brain scrambles to keep up. To process her words when her movements have me completely mesmerized as she reaches into my sweats and pulls out my cock.
She bites her lip as she studies it, and the panic starts to mount. I’m about to swallow my pride and tell her she doesn’t need to keep going when she whispers, “Holy shit, Noah.”
Yep. This is the woman of my dreams.
She leans forward, her mouth coming dangerously close to my cock, and a bead of precum rises to the surface. Jesus. No one on the planet has ever affected me like this. Like her.
Summer fucking Brooks.
“I want you to wake me up by going down on me,” she repeats. “You said you wanted to know all my fantasies. So I’m telling you.”
She purses her lips and softly blows on my tip.
In her hand, my cock jerks.
She’s blowing on my cock. A literal blowjob. And how the fuck does it feel so good?
“And”—The word comes out strangled, and I swallow, trying to steady my breathing—“do you want me to fuck you after you wake up? Or make you come with my mouth first?”
“First with your mouth.” Her tongue grazes the tip of my cock, licking away the precum, and my head falls back onto the couch. But I force my eyes to stay open. I want to watch every move she makes. “Then with your cock.”
At that, her lips part and she slips the tip inside her mouth. Her tongue circles around the circumference, and I nearly bite my fucking tongue when I curse. “Shit, Summer.”
Reflexively, my hands go to her hair, clinging to her head like she might suck me to the brink and leave before I can finish. Leave me begging for more.
“I want you to break into my house in a mask and tie me up.” As soon as the words leave her lips, Summer slowly eases my cock deeper into her mouth.
The thought of her tied up and naked on my bed makes my blood pressure spike. I won’t last much longer if she keeps talking like that. If she keeps taking me deeper and deeper and—
“Jesus.”
My tip hits the roof of her mouth, and she changes the angle to swallow more of me. Her hand strokes up and down from the base while her tongue works magic on the underside of my cock.
She’s playing me like a damn instrument.
“Whatever you want,” I pant.
I would give her anything. Do anything for her. If she keeps doing this, I’m buying that ring tomorrow.
When she lifts her mouth off my cock, I almost thrust back up into her. I’m so fucking close.
But her intense gaze on mine stops me from moving. “I want to make you come with my mouth, and then I want to swallow every drop.”
My god, where has she been all my life?
Before I can think of a single word to say in response, her mouth drops back to my cock and swallows as much of my length as she can until she gags.
At that, a strangled sound leaves my throat.
Did I just whimper? I just fucking whimpered. Loud enough that there’s no way she didn’t hear.
Summer groans, and I feel the vibration all the way down to my balls. “Mmm. Make that sound again.”
“Keep doing that,” I gasp, gripping her hair like a lifeline, “and I won’t have any choice.”
I can’t last much longer. Summer’s fantasy of swallowing every drop will come true sooner than she anticipated.
“Take off your shirt.”
At her command, I strip my shirt and toss it. Whatever orders she wants to give me, I’ll follow in a heartbeat.
Her hand glides up to my bare abdomen while her mouth continues bobbing up and down, nails trailing over my abs and along the sensitive skin above my waistband.
A woman has never . . . admired me like this before. Not sure what the hell I did to deserve her, but I’ll give the universe my gratitude every day for sending me to her apartment that night.
“But you know what I want most?” Her tongue licks up from the base to the tip, and I shudder.
“What?”
“I want to make your fantasies come true.”
“You are my fantasy, Summer.”
She teases my tip by slowly circling with her tongue again. Taunting me. “Tell me, Noah.”
“Tell you what?” I grind my teeth, desperate to hold back the cum ready to burst onto her tongue. I’ve already forgotten what she was talking about. I’ve forgotten my date of birth, address, name—
“Your fantasies.”
Where the hell do I begin? Every second with Summer is a fantasy come true. “I want to wake you up with my tongue between your legs.”
“Thief. You can’t steal my fantasy.” With one hand, she strokes down my length, and the other reaches into my sweats to cup my balls.
“Fuck.” I jerk in her hand, hips thrusting forward. A twinge of pain in my ass cheek that I barely notice, the adrenaline and dopamine drowning out any other feeling.
Summer chuckles. Villainous. Pure evil. She’s tormenting me and loving it way too much.
We both are.
“Tell me the rest of your fantasies, Noah. Or I won’t let you come.”
Oh shit. Orgasm denial wasn’t on my list of kinks, but with Summer, it just might be. Or maybe it’s just a Summer kink. I have a feeling she could do just about anything to me and I’d enjoy it.
“I want to fuck you on my kitchen counter. I want you to wake me up with a blowjob. I want to chase you in the woods and fuck you, right there on the ground. Or against a tree. Anywhere. I want you to break into my house, but I’m the one who chases you down and catches you.
” I’m panting now, the words coming out choppy and breathy.
“I want you tied up and whimpering on the floor, begging for me.”
“Please, Noah,” she murmurs while she keeps working me. She really meant it when she said she wants every drop. I’ll give her exactly what she wants. “Come for me.”
She sucks in her cheeks, increasing the suction on my cock to unprecedented levels. My balls tighten, every muscle stiffening as that familiar euphoria barrels closer. I couldn’t stop the orgasm now, even if I wanted to.
I tug on Summer’s hair, holding her in place. “And I want you to swallow every drop like a good girl.”
I don’t bother holding back my groan as Summer squeezes my balls and my cum hits her throat.
Pleasure courses hot through my veins, stars dancing in front of me. Every muscle relaxes as the orgasm crests, my pulse pounding.
Her gurgles make the feeling that much sweeter, and her mouth floods with saliva as she swallows each drop.
Every. Drop. Just as she promised.
I don’t know how to tell how many carats are in a diamond, but I'd better figure it out fast.
Summer swipes at her mouth before clearing her throat and straightening. She smiles at me like she’s won the world while I’m still a sweaty, panting mess, heart drumming erratically as I finally come down from the orgasm.
“Holy shit, Summer. That was fucking incredible.” I grab her by the waist to draw her closer. “You’re incredible.”
“So since I just gave you the best head of your life, I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to take money as your fake girlfriend anymore.”
My stomach twists. “So you want to stage our breakup?”
“No! I just meant, I can’t keep taking your money. I’ll keep helping you, but as your friend.” She climbs onto my lap, and this doesn’t feel anything like friendship. “Plus, we still have to go on that vacation with your family.”
“Right.” Apparently, she’s okay with ending our fake relationship after the vacation. But I can’t stand the thought of letting her go, even if I never really had her to begin with. My arms tighten around her, holding her close. “You know, you’ve been the best fake girlfriend a guy could ask for.”
She beams. “Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.”
“When are you quitting? This isn’t what you want to do forever, right? You’d rather be working on your art.”
“Wouldn’t every artist? When I’m making enough money from it to pay the bills, I’ll quit. If that day ever comes.” A taunting smile lifts her lips. “Why? Are you jealous of all the other men I’m pretending to date?”
“Incredibly.”
She rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “You know those are all fake.”
“So what does that make this?” I pull her hips toward me, dragging her up the erection that’s already growing again with her on top of me.
“Well, I just had your dick in my mouth, and that’s never happened before, so you tell me.
” She leans down to kiss me, and I try to tug her closer, to return the favor like I’m dying to, but her fingers catch on the chain around my neck, hidden under my shirt until she had me strip it off. “What’s this?”
“The bullet shell.”
Her brows furrow. “What bullet?”
“Summer, don’t tell me you already forgot about shooting me in the ass.”
Her eyes widen as understanding dawns. “The bullet I shot you with? Why would you keep this?”
“I just . . . I don’t know. I want to keep everything that reminds me of you.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I hear how stupid they sound. What kind of moron wears a bullet shell around his neck after his fake girlfriend accidentally shot him? I just got the best blowjob of my life, and now I’m about to send her running for the hills.
“Wow.” Summer’s eyes are shiny, and I know I’ve fucked up. But then she’s smiling. She’s never smiled at me like this before. No one has. Whatever I need to do to keep her looking at me like this, I’ll happily do it every day for the rest of my life. “You’re just as crazy as I am.”