Chapter 23 #2
“What are you saying?” I manage with an even voice.
“Maybe we could…” she murmurs before she straightens her shoulders and steals that final bout of courage.
When she finally lifts those copper eyes to mine, I suck in a breath at how fucking beautiful she is.
“I’d like to change the parameters of our fake relationship.
I’d like you to fuck me,” she says clearly.
My eyes go wide. I did not expect her to say that. “Really?”
“Yes. And other things.” She doesn’t back down. “I’d like to give you a blow job and maybe try some kinks. If you like any of that stuff?”
I can’t help the huff of a laugh that escapes me as I run my hands through my hair, doing my damnedest not to push her up against this bookshelf and start right fucking now.
“Oh, Xuxuzinho, there isn’t a thing you could ask for that I wouldn’t like.”
“Sure about that?” She raises her brows. “Because I’ve read some crazy shit.”
“Do your worst,” I mumble with a smile.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Then she moves one step closer, resting her palm against my stomach. “May I?”
Her voice is so sweet, like melted caramel, as she drags her nails against the edge of my sweats.
I nod and her hot hand dips beneath the cotton and into my boxers as she wraps it around my rapidly swelling cock.
“Fuck.” My head falls forward, landing against her forehead, and I blow out a breath as I watch her stroke up and down, sending electricity pulsing through my veins. I’m rock hard.
“Fuck is right,” she mutters. “So much bigger than I thought. This is a book boyfriend–sized cock. I never understood the whole so thick I can barely wrap my hand around it until now.”
Pride has me pumping into her palm. I’d like to say I’m better than this but knowing my dick is bigger than her ex’s…I’m fucking ecstatic.
“I know how to use it to make you come, too,” I growl.
Her lashes flutter as those eyes that will be the death of me flick back up to mine. “Counting on it.”
It’s with that look that I snap. My lips crash into hers as I swallow down the delicious little whimpers she makes. The fire beside us blazes as I push her back against the shelf.
When I open my eyes my glasses are fogged over from our kiss, so I smile at her and take them off, setting them on the shelf behind her head. Her eyes glaze over from just that simple move. Fuck, this is going to be fun.
“Can you be quiet, Xuxuzinho?”
Her head bobbles left to right and up and down, making absolutely no fucking sense.
I laugh. “No?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, then, I guess we have another lesson, only this time I’m in charge. I’m going to teach you how to be quiet while I taste you.”
“Oh shit,” she mumbles.
I give her a few seconds to object, but when it’s clear she’s okay with my plan, I drop to my knees and press my head between her legs, humming at the scent.
“You smell delicious.” She whimpers and I chuckle. “But you’re doing a terrible job at being quiet.”
Penny folds her lips inward, watching me, and I hold her gaze as I slip my hands over the rolled-up fabric of her sweats. I move to tug them down, grabbing her panties as I go. Unable to wait another second, I lick at the slit of her pretty pink pussy. “Tastes even better.”
She sucks in a sharp breath at the contact.
“Do you have any idea what you taste like?” I ask before pulling her lips apart with my thumb and flattening my tongue against her.
“N-no,” she stutters.
I take another long lick. “You taste like mine.”
Her head falls back, slamming into the bookshelf, and a few books clatter to the floor around us.
“Shit.”
“I’m sorry!” Penny practically trips over her pants trying to reach the fallen books.
I grab hold of her hips, steadying her. “I’m not worried about the books. Did any hit you?”
She frowns down at me. “No, I’m fine.”
I keep my eyes on her for another second to make sure she’s telling the truth before smiling up at her. “I need more room to work.”
I help her out of her pants and then grab a blanket and two pillows from the chair. Positioning them beside the warm fire, I do my best to set up a makeshift bed.
“There, that’s better,” I tell her. “Lie down.”
Penny moves slowly before her head finally comes to rest on the pillow. I grab the books and stack them on the floor—I’ll put them back properly later—and then spin on my heel to take in the beauty spread out before me.
Though with her knees pulled tight together and her hands settled over her stomach, she looks all wrong. Still beautiful, but not comfortable.
“Do you not want to do this?” I ask gently, settling in beside her on the floor. “I’m okay if we just get dressed and have dinner. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Penny shakes her head. “You didn’t and I don’t—” She closes her eyes and sucks in a breath. When her big eyes open, I see a flash of determination in them. “I don’t want to stop. I’m just not completely comfortable being naked with the lights on.”
“You’re not comfortable,” I repeat. When she tugs down on her sweater, covering her stomach completely, I understand what she’s saying. “Xuxuzinho, look at me.”
I wait for her gaze to meet mine before I continue.
“It wasn’t a line before when I told you I was attracted to you. I can’t stop thinking about you. Not when you’re in front of me, and not when we’re apart.” My voice is husky. “And I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about the small glimpse I got of those perfect tits.”
She blinks up at me. “I thought you barely saw anything?”
Her teasing tone has me relaxing.
“And yet it was the best thing I’ve ever seen. Please, Penny, let me see you. Trust me when I say there isn’t an inch of you that I’m not desperate to worship.”
Her teeth scrape against her bottom lip and she turns her head into her shoulder.
“Really?”
“Really. Out there, what we’re doing may be fake. But in here, when it’s just you and me, I’ll always tell you the truth. Though if you’d like me to go first, I’m happy to strip for you.”
I tug on my shirt suggestively and she lets out a small laugh. “That’s not fair. I’ve felt your muscles beneath your shirt. You’re perfect.”
I lean close so that my mouth presses against her forehead. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you, Penny Darling. To me, you’re perfect.” One of those beautiful whimpers escapes her lips and I feel it echo through my body. “Do you trust me?”
Penny nods against my lips.
“Can I take off your shirt?”
She pauses, but then nods again. I help her sit up and, before reaching for her shirt, lean in and press my lips to hers.
Kissing her feels like the most natural thing in the world.
Pulling her up into my arms and slipping my hand beneath her shirt, only breaking away from her lips to help it over her head, is a close second.
My eyes don’t leave hers. “Can I take off your bra?”
She tilts her chin down in permission and, with my arms still wrapped around her, I unclip it, then wait for her to shrug it off. The fabric falls between us, and I take her cheek in my hand. “Thank you.”
I drag my gaze down her body, to the swell of her breasts, which rise with her ragged breaths, and down farther to the smooth skin of her abdomen.
“Now lay back and let me worship you, beautiful girl. I feel so lucky to be here with you.”
Penny lets me settle her on the blanket again. Her head rests on the pillow, her hands at her sides. She’s no longer hiding.
I groan as I get my fill of her. “So perfect.”
Penny hisses as I pull my shirt over my head. “One day I want you to explain what all the tattoos mean.”
I brace a leg over one side of her, then keeping my weight off her, I straddle her body. “I’ll take my shirt off for you any day of the week.”
“Okay, book boyfriend, I get it, you’ve got a line for everything. But let’s see your skills.”
“Book boyfriend?” I raise my brow. “Is that my nickname now?”
“We’ll see if you earn it,” she flirts, and fuck do I like that tone. I like that she’s gone from nervous to sassy even more.