Fake It 'Til You Break It

by Meagan Brandy

  Her chest inflates as she halts altogether, hips swiveling as she works those tight ass jeans all the way down, now standing in nothing but a deep blue thong.

  Her hand comes up to grip the doorframe closest to her, and with her head angled toward me, her body twists, giving me a full, straight on, side view of all ass.

  “Fuck, D,” I groan, and I rush toward her.

  She laughs and quickly disappears behind the door.

  I fucking follow.

  She’s leaning against the wall just inside, a smile on her face, her tongue sitting between her teeth, waiting for me.

  I lick my lips, slowly walking toward her, and damn if a deep flush doesn’t creep up and across her skin with my advance.

  We’re in her room now, so it’s getting more real by the second.

  I’m about to have her, take her.

  Fuckin’ claim her.

  I slide my palms down her chest, feathering my fingers across her hard nipples only to slide them back up and cup her breasts fully. I massage them gently, before dropping my lips to Demi’s.

  She inhales deeply, her mouth perfectly in sync with mine.

  “You got a shower in here?”

  She nods.

  “Take one with me.”

  There’s no hesitation from her as she links my hand with hers, pulling me along and into the closed door at the left side of her room.

  She lets go, spinning to turn it on and reaching out to feel the water.

  I step against her, her bare ass lined up perfectly with my dick.

  She gasps when I slide it against her, my arm raises and I trail my fingers along her raised one until I can intertwine our fingers again.

  I bring both our hands down, wrapping them around her middle and she pushes into me, her head falling back to my shoulder.

  My free hand comes around, gripping the side of her face and turning it to mine.

  I kiss her, deep and full, and she melts into me, spinning in my arms and pressing her near naked body into mine.

  My hands skim across her panty line and she pulls her lips free.

  Her heart beats wildly against me, those hazy, utterly aroused, eyes locking with mine. “Take them off, Neek.”

  “Not yet,” I rasp. “I need to feel how bad you want me first.”

  Her gaze darkens and she squirms, but her center pushes in closer, ready for me.

  I slide my fingers inside the material and trail them down until the center meets my skin. Instantly they freeze there, the proof of how ready and wanting she is right there for me to touch.

  She’s soaked.

  “Bad,” she moans, delivering the answer I’ve just discovered.

  “So fuckin’ bad, right baby?” I hook my fingers in the sides and step back, my eyes on her as I drop to my knees, slowly sliding her underwear down her legs.

  Her head tilts forward slightly, so she’s looking at me down the bridge of her nose, waiting to see what I want to do next.

  So many things, baby.

  I reach over, tapping the edge of the shower.

  She knows what I want.

  She lifts her leg, placing her foot flat against it and I scoot in.

  Her scent hits me first and I groan, squeezing her thigh as my hand glides up and across to her ass cheek. I lean in, blowing slow, warm breaths across her center and her hands fly to my head.

  “I didn’t shave today, baby.” I lick my lips, and hers fall open. “You wanted to feel my stubble on your inner thigh, yeah?”

  Her eyes blacken and she nods.

  I glide my chin along the apex of her thighs, and her muscles tense, even more when I allow it to lightly brush her clit as I pull back.

  “You want my mouth on you, D?” I rasp, squeezing her ass cheek.

  “I want all of you,” she whispers.

  I’m struck immobile.

  I stare up at her, Demi Davenport, stripped bare, stimulated, her eyes open and on me. For me.

  Wanting me.

  I slip my hand farther into her ass crack and tug her to me, my mouth clamping around her throbbing clit instantly.

  I groan at the taste of her, my chest rumbling and her heavy moan fills the room. Her grip on me tightens.

  I roll my tongue as I suck her into my mouth and her legs start to spasm, her whimpers growing longer, deeper, and when her legs try to close on my head, I pull away, shooting to my feet and smashing my lips into hers.

  She tries to protest, but when I slip my finger inside her, she dives her tongue into my mouth, fighting for the orgasm I just denied her, but I pull away again.

  This time a low, angry groan leaves her, and I smirk.

  I climb into the shower, lifting her in with me and spin her to the wall, closing us inside.

  She tries to sneak her hand between us, but I catch it, pinning it back with my own.

  “I need to get clean for you, baby. I just got outta practice.”

  “I don’t care.”

  I fight a grin, grinding into her, my eyes flying across her face as she moans. “I do.”

  She pouts but then raises a brow as she reaches to the side blindly grabbing a bottle of soap. She squirts some in her hands and lets the bottle fall to the floor.

  She trails her hands over my shoulders, gently nudging me back as she washes my body. She hurries through my top half, but when she reaches my abdomen, she slows, teasing along my skin until she’s gliding across my dick.

  Her eyes shoot up to mine as she wraps her soapy hand around it. She starts pumping me, her other hand sliding behind my balls and gently massaging.

  I drop my forehead to hers, pushing into her hand more.

  Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as I grow stiffer in her grasp, and she pumps quicker, her hold tighter as my muscles clench.

  I tear away from her, letting the water run over me for a quick second then I rush her.

  She laughs when I practically toss her in the air to get her body as high as I need her. Her legs latching around me, her ankles locked tight at my back and I spin us under the spray while keeping our heads out of it.

  Her features soften and she pulls her body in, pressing her chest tight against mine. She eyes me, then drops her lips to mine, kissing me with deep, erotic strokes of her tongue. She shifts her lower half, aligning the head of my dick with her entrance.

  She releases my lips, opening her eyes to look at me as she pushes her ass into my hands, and the tip is suddenly wrapped in her wet, warm flesh.

  “You on birth control?”

  Her grip tightens and she nods. “We’re good.”

  Fuck, yes.

  “It might hurt more like this,” I tell her, sliding my lips across hers. “You’re wide open for me, baby.”

  She pushes more and at first I keep my grip, when her pupils expand, I let up, let her body slide down my shaft until her pussy has swallowed me whole.

  She gulps, tugging me close, her pussy clenching around me as I grow even harder inside her.

  I pull her ass in, lightly pumping my hips in and out of her and she nods.

  I moan, catching her lips with mine again and her hands start roaming, trailing across every inch of me she can reach.

  I push inside, grinding against her.

  “Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my eyes closing.

  The feel of her is unreal, silky and tight. Fucking burning.

  “Neek?”

  “Hmm?” I kiss her neck, her throat, pulling and pushing back in as her nails dig into my back.

  She pants. “I want you in my bed.”

  I groan, shove in deeper only to pull out and set her on her feet.

  I quickly shut off the shower and step out. I reach for the stack of towels, but then Demi is in front of me, kissing me again and then she hops up, so I let them fall and instead carry her straight to her bed.

  I set her down, but she doesn’t let me go, so I crawl with her as she scoots up to her pillows, and lies back.

  Her legs hook my thighs, pulling me close a
nd I’m back inside her in seconds.

  A shudder runs through me and she squeezes my dick within her walls.

  I hold still, and our eyes meet. “Tell me what you want, so I can give it to you.” I make a slow circle and she squirms, fighting for more, but I grip her hips, holding them still. “You want me to fuck you good, baby? Make you come?”

  I quickly dip to scrape my teeth along her nipple and a ripple of excitement shoots through her. “Oh god.”

  I flex inside her and her eyes widen with need. “How bad do you need to come, D?”

  I pull back, until only my tip is left inside her, and then slowly drive back in.

  She whimpers, her nails finding my ass, a sexy little warning glare filling her eyes. “I’m pretty sure I can come just feeling you like this, but if you want to earn it, you better move, ‘cause I’m ready. Ready for you. For this.” She licks her lips, a heavy need blanketing her features as she rasps, “Give me all of you, Neek. Now.”

  A shiver runs along my spine and I don’t hesitate.

  I pump in and out, faster and faster and her knees draw back, her head diving into the pillow.

  I lean down, kissing across her collarbone and she starts to shake. I pull one of her legs in, holding it against my ribs and tilt my hips, giving her a deeper, fuller angle and her back flies off the bed, a loud, airy and unrestrained moan filling her room.

  “God, damn, baby.”

  With long, slow blinks, her eyes hit mine before they close completely, her hips pushing into mine before her entire body twitches and she grips me, attempting to keep me still so she can ride it out, but I grind harder, push deeper and then my toes curl and I come with her, both of us shaking and sweating and holding on tight.

  After a few minutes, her feet slide across the mattress, her body growing limp.

  I climb off and go to stand but she shakes her head, so I drop down again.

  Her hand comes up to brush my hair from my face and she smiles, the first sign of any shyness I’ve seen tonight.

  “Don’t go getting nervous on me now,” I rasp, reaching out to run my knuckle over the edge of her breast, sliding it back and forth across her nipple, grinning as it plumps up.

  “I’m not nervous.”

  Our eyes meet. “No?”

  She shakes her head, scooting closer, and leaning over so I have to fall on my back to stare up at her.

  Her wet hair falls onto my chest, so I wrap it in my hand, laying it behind her.

  “What are you then, Pixie?”

  The crimson on her cheeks spreads a little more. “Okay maybe a little nervous,” she admits, and both of us chuckle.

  Her hands trail along my abs and she tilts her head. “Why do you call me Pixie?”

  “Because that’s what you’ve always been to me, and you were right, it’s got nothing to do with your height, baby, but what I see. How I felt when I’d look at you, which was often.”

  I bring my hand up, my stare following as I glide the pads of my fingers across her collarbone.

  “My little Pixie,” I whisper, my lip twitching when she shudders. “An elusive, unattainable creature. Can hardly see it. Can’t possibly catch it.” My eyes snap to hers. “Could never keep it.”

  Her forehead wrinkles, her eyes flying between mine as my hand falls to my side.

  She twists, now lying on her side, facing me, and pulls her blanket over us both. Demi slips her hand in mine, folding it between us. “That’s how you felt about me before, but what about now... after everything, and now that you know what you didn’t before?”

  “Now I’m keeping you even if you try to leave.”

  She laughs lightly, her eyes roaming mine before shame fills them. “I’m so sorry, I should have told you. I should have thought to.”

  It stings, but the reality is I’d never walk away from her, and she doesn’t deserve to have guilt over something she did years ago, having no idea it would tear me apart then. I run my knuckle across her jaw. “I think you would have, if we started differently.”

  She’s hesitant as she asks, “What you said to Trent, about wanting me before he had me. Why did you say that?”

  “Because it’s true. I’ve wanted you for years, Demi. Years.”

  “I never knew.”

  “I know, but you do now.”

  She smiles, looking away. “My mom brought me a pill today.” It takes a moment, but she glances back. “I was stressed, exhausted and couldn’t focus after everything. She knew I was off.”

  Unease stirs in my gut as I wait for her to say more.

  “For the first time, I gave it back,” she whispers. “I told her if she tried to give them to me again, I’d move in with my dad.”

  Warmth and affliction spread through my gut for so many reasons, one because Demi was strong enough to stand up to her mom, and the other because my mom can’t seem to stand up for herself.

  She leans over, pressing her lips to mine in a slow, promising kiss. “Stay, Nico.”

  “That doesn’t sound like a question.”

  “That’s because it’s not.” She tucks into me, a smile ghosting her lips. “Now, close your eyes before I change my mind,” she teases with a yawn, sinking farther into her mattress.

  I don’t say a word.

  I close my fuckin’ eyes.

  Warm breath fans across the back of my neck and my eyes slowly open. My alarm clock reads five in the morning, we have school in a little over an hour.

  I twist in my sheets, looking to Nico who is sound asleep, lying flat on his back, one hand under his pillow, the other resting low on his stomach.

  I gently turn all the way, lifting the covers slightly to get a better look at him.

  His tan skin glows against my ivory sheets, and even when at ease as he is right now, his muscles are sculpted and curved to my kind of perfection.

  I look to his face and I fight the urge to lean over and meet his lips.

  His commanding, control seeking, perfect lips.

  I replay moments from last night in my head and my core warms.

  He was so in tune with what I liked, knew exactly how to set my body off and I tried to give him just as much back.

  When I had sex before, I felt clueless and unsure, self-conscious.

  Last night, all I felt was Nico.

  His want and his need, his desire to please and the greed in his movements. Every time his hands touched me it was purposeful. Every kiss was more heated than the last and every moan he earned of mine only seemed to make him work harder for the next one.

  Last night was completely intoxicating.

  Nico is intoxicating.

  I quietly climb from the bed, snag my robe from the hook near my door, and move to use the restroom in the hall so I don’t wake him.

  The last thing I expected yesterday was everything I had hoped for – Nico to show up and erase the memory that threatened to ruin us.

  He did, and then some.

  I know nothing is forgotten, but to have him here, knowing we can move past this is more than enough.

  After washing my hands, I splash some water on my face, gently patting it dry with a hand towel and sliding it across my neck.

  My robe falls open slightly and I spot a small hickey just over my breast.

  I lean closer to the mirror, tracing it with my fingers and then look into my own eyes.

  No guilt. No shame.

  I step back, push the door open, and my eyes fall to my discarded jeans, then slide down the hall where Nico’s boxers lie.

  A small smile tugs at my lips and I follow the trail, laughing at his football pants on the stairs, and my shirt by the entrance rug, his cleats a few feet from there.

  I pull the corner of my bottom lip between my teeth and reach into the fridge for a bottle of water.

  I unscrew the lid, taking a drink as I close the door.

  I scream and jump back, gasping in the next second as the cold-water spills onto my chest.

  My hand flies to my ro
be and I pull it closed tighter.

  “Mom.” My wide eyes snap from her to me and back. “What the hell!”

  My mother narrows her eyes, tilting her head slightly. “What the hell?” she repeats.

  “I only mean thanks for creeping up on me, you scared me.”

  “Maybe if you weren’t so lost in thought, you’d have noticed I was standing in the living room as you passed by.” She blinks.

  She was?

  “You were?”

  She crosses her arms. “Is this what you do when I’m gone? Shack up with the neighbor boy?”

  “You know his name.”

  “Demi.”

  I put the lid on my water, setting it down I then turn around, leaning against the countertop. I lift my hand. “It’s not like you’d know if I was telling the truth or not, but no,” I say and the corner of her eyes pinch the slightest bit. “Last night was our... was his first time staying over.”

  Her gaze tightens, but her lips smooth out, so I can tell she appreciates the honesty.

  “Protection?” she asks.

  I nod even though, no, we didn’t pause for that like we should have. I am on birth control, but we should have gone for double protection.

  My mom looks away a moment, pretending to pick lint from her blazer before looking back to me.

  “I like him.”

  “I’d hope so,” she comes back instantly, judgment burning in her stare, but concern is also evident.

  My shoulders fall and I step toward her.

  “Mom...” I pause. “I’m serious,” I whisper. “I like him.”

  It takes her a few seconds, but her features smooth and she glances away. “Is he... are the two of you...”

  “Dating?” I help her out.

  She gives a stiff nod, so I nod back.

  “You know, Trent is—”

  “Mom.” I stop her, moving closer. “Trent is Nico’s best friend, my friend’s boyfriend, and even if he wasn’t either of those things, he would still only be a friend to me. I don’t and I won’t want him. That’s never going to change.”

  “Friends...” she tests the word, her lips pinching.