I hit the door harder, and I scream out in pleasure—utilizing some of the acting skills I picked up in my modeling days. My goal is to make my screams and moans loud enough, so our audience on the other side of the door can hear it; but most importantly, I need to make it believable.
Unfortunately, I’ve had to fake an orgasm once or twice before. But with Tanner, this is definitely a first. Though, if this is what that damn circus outside wants and is waiting for—hell, I’ll give them that.
Or at least make them think that’s what they’re getting. It’s always fun to play with the press anyhow.
“Try not to come so early this time,” I yell. “I’m so into you, baby! I wanna get off this time too!”
A confused expression washes over his face, and then a sudden spark of excitement glimmers in his eyes. It’s like a light bulb went off in his head.
I laugh at him, seeing as it took him long enough to catch on—so much for that Harvard degree.
Abruptly, he grabs my shoulders, turns me around, and pins me up against the door.
My body shakes the metal behind me, and I exaggerate the sound by hitting my elbows against it. Shit, I didn’t see that coming. I liked being in the dominant position.
I fight against his hold, and his grip tightens.
“I know you like it when I cum all over your face,” he says. “Is that where you want it, you little slut?”
Oh, that little shit. I told him never to tell anyone that! I gasp and cover my mouth, not wanting them to hear me.
“You love the feeling of my cum lubricating your skin, falling into your mouth and eyes, blurring your vision,” he continues.
I grimace at his description, covering my verbal disgust from the other side.
“Oh, yeah, baby. Give it to me! But—wait! Did you take your Viagra today?” I smile, smugly.
He shakes his head, and a touch of humor and annoyance mingles in his eyes.
“Oh, two can play at this game, angel,” he whispers into the crux of my neck.
I grin wickedly as I draft up a better plan. I grab one of his nipples through his shirt and pinch it. He yelps in surprise—a very un-Tanner sound.
“Mmm, yeah Tanner! I love when you scream like a little girl mid-coitus!”
His face falls into a serious expression, and he immediately reacts by pinning his groin against me and holding my hands to my side.
I moan, surprising myself.
That one was real.
He chuckles deviously and an assured expression and cocky stare meets my gaze. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I have feeling it might not be as fake as I’d intended.
Forcing him back into our game, I push my whole body against him, and he stumbles back, knocking over my crystal lamp and a few picture frames on the table behind us. They fall to the ground with an intense crash.
“Oh, Tanner! What’s this? I never knew you liked wearing your own lingerie.” I smile, proud. “A red corset suits you.”
He rolls his eyes and steadies himself on the arm of a lounge chair.
“So, the dirty little angel likes it rough, does she? Twelve-inch dildo it is then!” he yells back. “Bend over. I’ll make that ass pucker for the dildo, and I’ll stuff your soaking wet panties in that snarky mouth of yours, exactly how you like it.”
…Well, fuck.
Half of the shit Tanner has on me is turning out to be true.
Instead of falling against him, I reach for his belt, ripping it off him and snapping it in the air. His eyes heat up as he watches me.
I slap him across the face, and a deep groan spills out his mouth.