“Cup your breasts,” he says and I do. My hands knead and squeeze. I circle a thumb around my nipple, relishing the hunger I see in Barrett’s eyes and recognizing the ache that is starting to build again between my thighs.

“Just like that.” He groans, his hips flexing with every stroke. He drops his gaze between my thighs. “Fuck. Look at how wet you are. You’re dripping wet. Do you like seeing me fuck my hand, Chloe? Imagining I’m deep inside your tight little cunt?”

His words are too much. I snake a hand from my breast to my clit and start a demanding rhythm of my own. I guess I was never in any real danger of shredding my labia. I hope that doesn’t mean our nightly WordIt game is over.

“Do you know how gorgeous you look right now?” His words come out with a pant.

I want to see Barrett finish but my own orgasm is threatening my eyes to close and to throw my head back. Barrett leans forward, his erection pressing into my belly, and whispers in my ear.

“I’m going to come all over your perfect tits.”

That sentence sends me over the edge.

“Oh, God. Barrett. Yes.”

My back arches up and a million sparks of pleasure explode from my core and radiate throughout my body. I recover just in time to open my eyes and see Barrett kneeling over me, his hands wringing out pleasure, sending the hot liquid of his orgasm across my chest.

I lay still, wondering what I should do, what the protocol is for this moment. The evidence of an insanely hot hookup with my sexy fake boyfriend slowly drying on my chest.

“Don’t move,” Barrett says. He climbs off the bed and walks into the bathroom.

With Barrett gone, I give into the urge to run my fingers through his cum, smear it across my chest. Then another thought occurs to me. I haven’t tasted him. Curious, I put my finger in my mouth.

It’s tangy and slightly salty, with a sweet, milky texture. I like it. I go for another taste.

At that moment, Barrett strides into the room with a wet washcloth in his hand.

“Jesus, Chloe.”

“What?!” I say, alarmed by his sudden appearance. Also feeling embarrassed and maybe a bit guilty, of what I’m not sure. Curiosity?

“Are you licking my cum off your chest?”

“Um, yeah. Is that okay?”

“Yes. It’s insanely arousing.” He walks to the bed and climbs over me. “Did you get enough?”

I nod and he begins to clean himself off of me.

It’s a good question, but I’m starting to wonder if I can ever get enough of him.

When he starts to move away, I grab his arm, careful not to claw at his skin with my nails.

“Stay.”

21. Barrett

CHAPTER 21

Barrett

Chloe stares up at me with those big blue eyes.