Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire-Chapter 69: Licks (R18+)

IMPORTANT- The Chapter is rated R18+ and contains vivid descriptions. Even if you skip this Chapter you won’t miss out on anything in the story.

YIREN

Jun’s eyes blaze with a fire that steals the breath right out of my lungs. He leans in, his lips barely grazing my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. "Yiren," he murmurs, his voice dark and dangerously low, "don’t test my patience. It’s already running thin."

"H-how am I pushing you?" My voice falters, and I hate how vulnerable I sound. His hands tighten around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My core lines up perfectly with the unmistakable evidence of his thick arousal, and suddenly, the world narrows to just the two of us. Everything else fades away.

He looms over me, and I instinctively bend back, bracing myself on the glass counter behind me. His palm sneaks under my t-shirt, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of my midriff, setting every nerve ablaze. His touch is a mix of fire and electricity, making it hard to think straight.

"You strut around in these teeny tiny shorts," his thumb hooking under the waistband and tugging it gently, "shorts that should belong to Yuyu or Lan’s closet. And then you have the nerve to talk about meeting another man for marriage? You think I don’t see what’s happening?"

"You’re overthinking," I retort, trying to sound defiant despite the rapid thumping of my heart. "Stop giving yourself so much importance."

He snaps the elastic band of my shorts back against my skin, making me wince. But before I can protest, his thumb gently rubs soothing circles over the spot, his touch now achingly tender.

"Are you saying you’d let any man get this close?"

"ABSOLUTELY NO!" The words bursts out of me, too quick, too honest. His smirk deepens, a victorious, knowing look in his eyes.

"That’s like my girl." Jun’s lips press softly against the red mark he left on my hip where he snapped the elastic, and my body shivers at the gentle contrast of his kiss. His breath feels like fire brushing over my skin, and my thighs involuntarily tighten.

"Now tell me, were you waiting for me to initiate something this past week?" he tugs my shorts more and kisses my navel.

My heart hammers, and my voice comes out shaky. "N-No." I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s right.

He chuckles darkly. "Wrong answer. Let’s try again."

He pulls my shorts down just a bit further, trailing kisses below my navel.

Of dam fk!

This is torture.

Either he stop or increase the damn speed.

But do something to relieve this torturous suspense.

"Tell me," his voice drops lower, rough with desire, "if I pull these all the way down, will I find your pussy soaking wet for me?"

My breath catches, and my body betrays me, heat pooling in ways that make it impossible to deny. I have never find dirty talking this sexy. But I whisper stubbornly, "N-No."

"Tsk, tsk," his mouth finds my shoulder, where he nips at the skin, leaving a mark that’s sure to be visible. His hands settle at my waist, his thumbs drawing soothing circles that make me arch into his touch. "Liar," he breathes against my neck, and he places his palm directly over my aching core on my shorts, which have me moaning against my wishes. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"That’s what I want to hear. That’s how you stay truthful. Lie again and there’ll be consequences."

"Tell me," he continues, his lips brushing against mine, "if I leave you like this, all wound up and aching, will you be sneaking off to use one of your little toys?"

"Yes,"

He grins, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Well, that’s too bad," his hand slids under my waistband, making my breath hitch. "Because I hid them."

"Wh--?" I gasp as he slide his finger over my glistening wet folds, "Ah jun."

"I love my name on your lips. Love it more when u take my name when I tease you. And will love it even more when you’ll scream after I made you come on my fingers." he slide two fingers in, and massages my clit with thumb. I spread my legs more, my head falling back with a loud moan. He rewards me by adding a third finger, stretching me further.

Uff I’m a mess.

The feeling is outwardly.

"Tell me will you still meet that guy?"

"Y-yes."

He pauses, leaning close that his breath warms my cheek, "Bad mistake." The next moment he withdrew his fingers leaving me unsatisfied and itching, on the brink of what could have been the best orgasm of my life. "What the fk! How dare you? Finish it!"

"Someone was asking for a punishment. Do it again and it will be worst."

He licks his fingers slowly, as if savouring a taste, his eyes never leaving mine.

Then, with maddening nonchalance, he steps back, adjusting his clothes like nothing happened. "Get ready," he calls over his shoulder, leaving me breathless and frustrated. "The pumpkin race starts in an hour."

My jaw drops as I slide off the counter, collapsing onto the carpeted floor. My body still buzzes with unfulfilled need, and I’m left wondering, What on earth just happened?

*******

I’m pissed. Double-pissed. Still horribly uncomfortable from being left hanging by a certain infuriating someone. The nerve of him, leaving me halfway there and even hiding my toys! I had desperately tried to use my own fingers in the bathroom, but they couldn’t compare to the way he worked his magic. Annoying, cocky bastard! One day, I swear I’ll strangle him in his sleep.

"Do you see that, Bear?" Jun approaches with a smug grin, caressing Bear’s furry head. "Yiren looks pissed. I wonder what could have happened?"

I narrow my eyes, snatching Bear into my arms. "It’s because your daddy is a dog, Bear," I huff. Bear just gives me a confused look, as if questioning my sanity.

"Awright, everyone ready?" Meimei calls out with a playful whistle. She and Jianyu are decked out in a deep orange T-shirt with a cartoonish orange printed on the front. Suyin and Shishi with a deep yellow T-shirt featuring a mango. And then there’s me, stuck with a stupid banana on my T-shirt. Seriously? Out of all the fruit-themed teams, I get this one.

Banana.