Fake Dating The Enemy

16

Elizabeth

His lips move against mine in perfect harmony. He bites my bottom lip, pulling on it ever so slightly before his mouth disconnects from mine completely. I almost cry in protest until I feel his lips travel across my jaw and down my neck. I gasp when he nips at the bottom of my neck, earning a lustful chuckle from him.

"God, Lizzy. Pease, don't ever leave me again." His words burn against my skin as his hands roam my body, trying to feel every inch of me.

"Thomas," I gasp, feeling his hand slide up and under my shirt. "Oh, fuck." He smirks against my skin as he reaches up, grasping my breast in his hand.

"That's right, sunshine. Say my name." His lips are back on mine with even more intensity. We move to my bedroom, and I push him down onto my bed. He smirks up at me, propping himself up on his elbows. "God, the things you do to me. Come here, sunshine." I smirk, climbing on his lap and crashing my lips to his. His hands move to my waist, sliding my shirt up and over my head. He moves his hands back down to my waist, tugging at the waistband of my pants. "Off. These need off." I stand up, sliding my pants down my legs. I climb back on top of him, but I feel the instant need to cover myself, to hide my body from him. He flips us over, pinning my hands above my head with one hand.

"Don't," he growls. "Don't you ever feel like you need to hide this from me." A gasp escapes me as he uses his free hand to trail a finger down my neck and over my breasts. "So perfect." He says barely above a whisper.

"Thomas," I whine, wanting to touch him, feel him. He smirks, letting go of my hands. Immediately, they move to the hem of his shirt, lifting it off of his body. I let my hands wonder down his chest and stomach. He stops me before I can reach for his belt.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" He asks, concern spread across his face.

"Yes," I say, pulling his face to mine for a kiss. "I'm all yours, Thomas." He groans against my lips, his hand releasing mine so I can undo his belt. My breathing is ragged as I get his pants undone, sliding them down his legs. He chokes out a breath as my hand brushes against him.

"Lizzy." He moans in my ear, nibbling on it. "You can tell me to stop if you're not ready. We don't have to go that far." I want to. God, do I want to. I can barely think straight as he places soft kisses down my neck.

"Thomas, I want to... but..." He stops, looking at me.

"Hey, it's alright. We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for."

"I'm just scared." I say, truthfully. "I've never been intimate with anyone before. I don't even know what to expect. I mean- I do, but-" He shuts me up by kissing me, smiling against my lips.

"You're cute when you ramble." I blush, and he kisses my jaw. "We don't have to have sex tonight, but I can still do something for you. I can still make you feel good." His hand moves down my body, resting at the waistband of my underwear. "If that's something you'd want." God, his smirk is going to be the death of me. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as I nod, unable to speak. "Use your words, sunshine."

"Please... Please, Thomas." His lips touch mine briefly before moving to my jaw and, then, my neck while his hand slips inside my underwear. "Oh. Oh, God, Thomas." My hands tangle themselves into his hair as his fingers work their magic.

"Shh, just relax baby." He says, noticing how tense my body is. "Let the pleasure take over." And I do. My mouth drops open slightly, my breath coming out in short gasps. "That's it. That's my girl."

"Thomas," I gasp, the pleasure building faster than expected. "Please, Thomas."

"Tell me what you need, sunshine." He holds eye contact with me, and those lustful eyes almost send me over the edge.

"Just don't stop." He chuckles seductively against my lips.

"Wouldn't dream of it." I almost scream as the pressure builds, overflowing throughout my whole body. My breathing is ragged, uneven as Thomas crashes his lips to mine. "So beautiful." He says, kissing me again. Once my breathing evens out, I reach out to touch him. He stops me, planting a kiss on my forehead. "There's no need, sunshine."

"Thomas..." I try to plea. His hand lets go and mine brushes over his boxers.

"Fuck, Lizzy." His head drops into my shoulder, planting little kisses. "It won't take much for me." I giggle, sliding his underwear down. I gasp when I see it. Never in my life did I think this moment would ever happen. "Like what you see?" I blush, nodding.

I take him into my hand, my thumb rubbing over the top. Thomas hisses, biting down softly on my shoulder. I clearly have no idea what I'm doing.

"Thomas, I don't know what I'm doing." He chuckles against my skin.

"I'll show you." He replaces my hand with his, moving slowly up and down. "This is really all it takes. Sometimes a mouth is involved, but it doesn't have to be if it isn't something you want to do." I watch as his head falls back, his pace picking up.

"Thomas, lay down." I say, taking him by surprise. He lays down beside me, and I sit up on my knees. "Tell me if it doesn't feel good, okay?" He rises an eyebrow at me, and I take him into my hand, guiding him into my mouth.

"Oh, fuck. Lizzy, don't stop." His hand grips my hair, and I don't. I keep going, his breaths becoming more and more ragged. "Fuck." He groans, warmth filling my mouth. I sit up, and he looks at me. "Are you sure you've never done that before?" I shake my head, and he pulls me into his chest. He kisses the top of my head, his breathing beginning to slow back down. We lay there in silence until we slowly fall asleep.

Thomas

I wake up next to Lizzy, and a smile immediately lights up my face. I'm so grateful this wasn't a dream.

"Morning, sunshine." I say as I watch her eyes flutter open.

"Morning." She says, her voice groggy.

"Did you sleep well?" She nods, and I place a soft kiss on her head. "Good." She snuggles closer, gaining a chuckle from me.

"I'm sorry if last night wasn't what you expected." She whispers as if she doesn't want me to hear her.

"Are you kidding? It was more than I could've ever imagined, Lizzy." She smiles, blushing at her nickname.

"I really used to hate when you called me that."

"And why's that?"

"Probably because it was so easy for you to get under my skin." She laughs, and I press my lips to hers.

"I still could." She rolls her eyes, playfully.

"You never change do you?"

"Only for you." She kisses me, my heart skipping a beat.

"So," she says, a hesitant tone in her voice. "What does this make us?"

"We can be whatever you want to be. As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter."

"I say we just see where it goes. No labels. No pressure." I smile, pressing my lips to hers.

"I think that's a great idea." I pull her in for another kiss, never wanting this moment to end.