The Bookworm's Guide to Faking It (The Bookworm's Guide 2)

We fell back again, and I cupped her breast with my hand as I kissed her. She whimpered into my mouth, and I pulled away. Her breath hitched as I dragged my mouth down her neck toward her breast.

My cock was throbbing against my cheeks, and I wanted her so badly that it was hard to keep control. All I could think about was her—all I had to think about was her, because if I thought about how desperately I wanted to be inside her, fucking her, I was going to make like a teenage boy and come on the damn spot right now.

Holley gasped when I rolled my tongue over her nipple. A shudder wracked her body, and I smiled against her skin. I loved knowing I was affecting her this way. I loved knowing I was going to make her lose control, because she was the most controlled person I’d ever met.

She needed to lose control.

I moved down her body, using my fingers to probe her skin. She gasped under my touch, especially when I kissed her at the base of her stomach and tugged at the waistband of her jeans.

She raised her hips, and the material easily slid over the curve of her ass. Her underwear matched her bra, all black with a lace trim, and I fought a smile at the sight of it.

It wasn’t like she’d be wearing it for long.

I pulled her jeans all the way off her legs and tossed them to the side. Her socks got caught up in the legs of her pants and went, too, and I finished undressing myself under her hot gaze.

Her eyes darted across my body, eating up every last bit of me. Her chest rose and fell with every deep, heavy breath she took, and I hesitated for a moment, just to watch her stare at me.

“Stop staring at me and kiss me,” she demanded.

I did as she said. This take-charge Holley was a fun one—not to mention fucking sexy as hell.

I changed course and moved down her body. As I’d predicted, her underwear didn’t last long. I removed it just as swiftly as I’d removed her jeans, but this time, I slipped between her legs and parted them.

She gasped as my tongue made contact with her clit.

I moved my tongue against that tender spot and held down her hips. They were already moving, like she was desperate for more right this second. I was happy to oblige and did just that—gave her more and more until her whole body was shaking and her muscles were taut and tense beneath me.

Then I moved my tongue against her clit in such a way that she came undone in mere seconds.

I peered up, still licking her, and watched.

It was fucking beautiful.

She was fucking beautiful.

I pulled away from her, wiping my mouth, and grabbed my jeans. My wallet was in my pocket, and I’d tossed a couple of condoms in there a few days ago.

Just in case.

I retrieved one and ripped the foil to take it out. Holley laughed breathlessly when she saw what I was doing.

“Like magic,” she breathed.

“I came prepared.” I smirked, stepping out of my boxers. I rolled the condom down the length of my hard cock and joined her back on the bed.

She pulled my mouth to hers. Her legs fell open, and I slipped between them. I grabbed her ass to position her so I could easily push inside her, but I’d barely touched the head of my cock against her wet pussy when she pushed down onto me herself.

Jesus.

Fucking.

Christ.

Fuuuck.

I instantly groaned into her mouth, the sensation almost overwhelming. I couldn’t move yet because I knew that the second I did, it would be game over for me.

She was tight.

Wet.

Ready.

And my cock was throbbing like a desperate bitch.

“Sebastian,” she whispered against my mouth. “Get on with it and fuck me, or I’m going to flip us over and handle it myself.”

“Terrifying,” I whispered right back. “You asked for this.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist right as I moved. I thrust into her only to be rewarded with a breathy moan, and it hit me.

She really was ready.

Thank fuck for that.

I gave up all attempts at holding back. Relief flushed through me as I fucked her hard and deep, letting our bodies take control of the moment. Her fingers dug into my back, her nails burying themselves into my skin. There would be marks, but I didn’t care.

All I cared about was this—the insane need I felt as I fucked her.

I tried to kiss her, but neither of us were able to keep it up. Sweat dripped down my back, and breathing was hard and heavy. Holley’s was the same, interspersed with moans that were driving me wild.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

She cried out, and I did, too.