Faking It For Mr Right

His arms slide around my waist and pull me hard against his body, until I can feel the outline of every one of his muscles. Not to mention the stiff press of his cock against my belly. I arch my hips against him and groan a little into the kiss as his cock slides against my stomach.

He pulls back just far enough for his eyes to find mine in the dark, his flashing with amusement. “Wait here,” he murmurs. Then he pulls away from me, and I gasp at the sudden absence of his body heat. All I want is to feel him pressed against me again, to drink in more of him.

But he’s not gone long. I watch him stride back to the car and pop the trunk. Then when I notice what he’s pulling out, I can’t help but laugh softly.

A blanket.

It’s big and fluffy, and when he spreads it on the grass at my feet, I can’t help but tilt my head, shooting him a sly grin. “Done this with a lot of girls before, have you?”

He returns my smirk as he catches my hand and gently draws me down onto the blanket beside him. It’s so soft I barely notice the grass beneath us. “This is my emergency blanket,” he says softly. “In case I wind up stuck in a snowdrift anywhere. My parents taught me to always be prepared for any hardship in life,” he adds, and a hint of bitterness sneaks into his tone.

But before I can ask anything more about that, he’s leaning back in again, and I slide back against him, forgetting about my curiosity as his lips sear into mine once more.

He kisses me slowly, deeply, tilting me back as he does until we’re both laying along the blanket. Then he shifts on top of me, swinging his leg between my thighs until I part them and let him lie along my body. His cock digs into my thigh now, and I moan a little, trying to shift him closer to the center of me. But he’s doing this the slow way, clearly.

He trails his lips along the edge of my jaw, alternating between sucking and licking and nipping at my skin lightly, as he follows the edge of my neck, down to my collarbone. Then he bites me harder, making me gasp and arch up against him.

He draws back to grin down at me. “Take off your shirt,” he murmurs.

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I draw it off over my head, and toss it to the grass beside us, my eyes locked on his as I do. He leans back, hips resting over mine, and unbuttons his own shirt. With every button that comes undone, my breathing hitches faster. Damn. He’s cut as hell. Even more than I imagined. When he drops his shirt beside us, I can’t help myself. I reach out to trace my hands over his pecs, down his washboard abs to the cut V of his groin.

“God you are gorgeous,” he murmurs as he leans back down along me.

I savor the white-hot feeling of his skin against mine. I’m not even cold, despite the evening air. Overhead, the stars cast a bright glow over us, and his hands feel even hotter than the rest of him, searing my skin as they trace my curves.

“I want to taste every inch of you,” he breathes against the curve of my chest, right where my cleavage begins. My skin feels hotter than ever, damp as it is from his kisses, when he breathes out hotly against me.

I shiver and arch up toward him as his hands slide around to unclasp my bra and let it fall away between us. The night air makes my shivering even more prominent, but he quickly warms me up by drawing one of my nipples into his mouth, his other hand cupping my free breast and kneading softly. His tongue traces my nipple and I arch up against him with a gasp, my head falling back against the blanket and my hands snaking through his hair to tighten against his scalp.

“Fuck that feels amazing,” I breathe, and he chuckles softly, making his mouth vibrate around my breast before he leans back, a grin on his face.

“Believe me, this is only the beginning,” he whispers. He moves slow, sliding down my body an inch at a time. He nips at my stomach, making me gasp and arch against him, before his tongue finds the curve of my hip and traces it down to the clasp of my jeans. He kisses my belly, which hitches with a tight breath beneath him. His hands undo the clasp of my jeans, and he wriggles them down over my hips.

My heart speeds up, not just from the pleasurable sensations of his body and skin pressed against mine. I arch my back to glance around us. But at this hour, off the beaten path road, I know we’re completely alone. Nobody comes up here this late.