Hoax in One

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Tate threw me onto the bed.

It was everything I'd dreamed of and more.

"You coming is probably the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life," he said gruffly as he climbed onto the bed on his knees. His hair was tousled from where'd I been holding onto him for dear life.

I crawled back toward him and kissed him, trailing my tongue along his neck and down his abs.

"We're not even done yet," I breathed out against his light happy trail, running my index finger down it. That wasn't what I wanted to live on repeat in Tate's mind.

Tate lifted off my dress before I pulled down his boxers and took him in my hand. I smiled up at him as I ran my tongue along the bottom of him. For a second I thought he was about to pass out when his eyelids fluttered.

But he murmured my name and grabbed my hair at the roots, fisting a handful of long blonde strands.

I let him guide my head and himself into my mouth before I took over, gripping him firmly with my lips.

He moaned, so I took him deeper and looked up at him through my eyelashes. His eyes were stuck where our bodies were connected, watching himself move in and out, but when he lifted his eyes to mine, he unexpectedly starting talking.

"Do you remember that time we played golf and you only lost by a stroke?"

How could I forget? Losing that closely had been a shining moment and huge ego boost for me weirdly. I messed with Tate the rest of freshman year about that, and of course I never came that close again. An ill-timed laugh almost came up from my throat. Thankfully, I caught it.

"I couldn't stop staring at your ass every time you bent over in that hot pink skirt. Fuck, you looked so hot, and it was messing with me. Then you'd crouch down on your knees and this was all I could picture." He tightened his fingers in my hair. "I wanted to pull on your hair and hear you moan my name every time I looked into your big blue eyes. I wanted to see how sexy you'd look with my dick in your mouth. Which you do. You look so fucking hot."

I hummed in pleasure. Dopamine was flooding every fold of my brain with each new word he spoke. I opened my throat and took all of him, reciprocating the feeling, showing him I could look even hotter.

He applied more force against the back of my head, holding me there. "Fuck, look at you."

I replied with a yum noise.

Tate's legs shook and he reached down to play with my nipples. "You're better than every dream I've had about you."

Same, Tate. Same.

He pulled himself out of my mouth and guided me up to meet his face. "I can't—" He interrupted himself to kiss me hungrily. His tongue was working against mine to send a rush down to my stomach like he'd burst a dam. He pulled back. "I can't believe I'm this lucky."

"God, Tate. I need you inside me now." I was panting, matching the pulsing that was happening between my legs. I'd never in my life had someone make me feel so special—like I was their reason for being. And I was turned on by it more than I'd ever been.

I fell back against his pillow as he hovered over me, leaning to the side, and opened the nightstand. He rummaged around and pulled out a condom.

Before I could blink, he was sliding into me with his eyes locked on mine. He held himself up by his arms that were next to my shoulders. Every muscle he had was straining under his skin. Every vein was slightly raised.

My breath caught in my throat. Tate let out a strangled breath.

We simultaneously found our voices, both sounding euphoric. "Fuck."