Fake Boyfriend - Miley Maine Page 0,45
how comfortable they were. And suddenly I was on the phone with a stranger, telling her I wanted to surprise my boyfriend.
She’d chosen the style, boxed them up and had them delivered to my hotel room. During the morning, I’d worn the more practical teal set that Jackson had seen, but before the rehearsal dinner started I slipped into the lacy black set.
They weren’t exactly comfortable, but they were definitely eye-catching. I’d even surprised myself when I looked in the mirror. I’d never thought of myself as hot, but in this lingerie, I was sizzling.
While I’d been on the phone with the personal shopper, I’d texted her a picture of myself, and then she’d described what she had in mind for me. She’d describe her choice for me as a sheer balcony bra, which meant it was going to push my breasts together and make them look bigger. And the panties… well. Calling them panties was generous. They were more like a scrap of fabric.
As I turned, Jackson blinked a few times. “Stop.”
I stopped.
His hand came out to touch my backside.
“Damn it, Loren. You’re wearing a thong.” His hand went straight to his cock.
“Is that a good thing?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.
His blue eyes looked stormy. “It depends.”
“On what?”
He took his suit jacket off and threw it in the pile with my dress. “On how fast you want to get fucked.”
In the lacy bra, my nipples went tight. Between my legs, the thong was about to be wet. Really freaking wet.
“I believe I owe you something first,” I said.
He tangled his hand in my hair. “I believe you do too. And I can’t wait to see you on your knees again.”
“You want to leave the lights on again? The first time you had only moonlight.”
“You bet your ass we’re leaving the lights on. I don’t want to miss a second of this.” Jackson started unbuttoning his dress shirt, and I watched, mouth watering, as he popped the buttons out of their holes, one by one. Finally he got it off, revealing his undershirt which he yanked off.
I stepped forward and ran my hands over the flat plane of his chest. “I think everyone at dinner wanted to rip that stuffy shirt right off of you.”
“Hey, if the shirt’s too stuffy, I’d be happy to wear a t-shirt to the wedding tomorrow.”
“You’d look good in a burlap sack, and you know it.” I kissed his firm pecs, and I pressed the flat of my hand against his chiseled abs. Then I went down on my knees.
Jackson’s hand was back in my hair, knotting it up again. “I need to see your face when my cock’s in your mouth.
“I can work with that.” I pulled a hair tie from my wrist and pulled my hair into a bun.
“Much better,” he said. “Your hair’s sexy too, but I want to see your mouth.” He stared down at me again. “As much as I liked fucking you out in the wilderness, I’m really going to like fucking you where I can actually see you.”
I responded by pulling his boxers down, and freeing his big cock. “I like seeing you too,” I said. The sight of his hard cock sent a blast of heat through my veins. So did the knowledge that this hot, sexy guy, who was fourteen years older than I was wanted to fuck me over and over with that big cock. I’d waited a long time for this experience, and every second had paid off.
He kicked his boxers off and then remembering what I’d learned the first time, I leaned in and wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. I wet my lips, and then I licked his cock, from the base to the tip.
He moaned and ran his fingers over my cheek. I gave his cock a few more strong licks with the flat of my tongue until I had him swaying in place. Then when his cock was so hard I could feel it throbbing, I put my mouth on the tip, and I wrapped my lips around his flesh.
Just like before, arousal flooded my body at the knowledge that I had Jackon’s cock in my mouth. In a way, it was more intimate than even regular sex, or kissing. I opened my mouth wider, wanting him to feel my lust for him through my actions.
I tried to recall what I’d read, and I made humming sounds, while tilting my head and twisting