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accismus: (n.) feigning disinterest in something while actually desiring it

M aybe texting after the euphoria of the Triumph winning, thanks in partial to Theo’s hat trick, and sealing a third round playoff series appearance on top of two Tito’s and lemonade.

But, in my defense, I’d been so sexually strung tight that I nearly humped my pillow every night after using my toys since Theo’s proposal.

Fucking orgasms via toys were no longer doing it for me, and I spent way too much time torn between pushing Theo more than ever and not letting him have the satisfaction of knowing how horny I was.

Added to the fact that he had been away or playing this week, and I was pretty sure I came while he had drawn on me earlier before the game.

But I had been so nervous about Isaac showing up that I blacked out or something.

I hated lying to my brother, but despite the fact he never said anything, I knew his job now was akin to don’t ask me and I won’t lie status, so I figured we’d be even with the whole faking thing. Plus, no one was getting hurt.

Even Travis thought we were in a trial period, and that nothing would ever change how I felt about him.

After the game though, I decide I needed dick. I was ‘addickted’ and Theo was the only who could make this crazy go the fuck away. He was just a means to an end. And right now, I needed an end. NOW.

I groaned and buried my head in my hands. I had chucked off my boots and the short denim skirt, because really, Theo’s jersey was almost as long, as soon as I shut the hotel room door. And then foolishly started texting him like a crazy horny person who needed dick.

Not just any dick.

Theo’s dick.

Shit, hate fucking was way too incredible, and now I was pretty sure I was ruined for the whole I love you fuck that would be my fate after this fake was over.

That depressed me more than I cared to admit.

I never should have sent that last damn text.

When a terse knock broke the silence of my freak out over needing dick, I shot up and ran to the door, thinking maybe I’d ordered room service in my needing dick state, but when I yanked open the door, there he was.

Theo. My fake fiancé. The man who made me crawl next to them with his belt as a leash, then fucked me senseless in front of a mirror. And who had promised to choke me with his cock a week ago.

“Cockblocked, little girl? That desperate to take me down that throat while you think about the ways you don’t like me?

Or is it just my cock you want?” Theo stepped in, backing me up as the door shut behind him.

His eyes traced a fiery path down the front of my body, wearing his hockey sweater (maybe not the one he wears, cause smelly) but then his gaze continued down my legs.

He let out a curse, and was on me before I opened my mouth to speak.

Hand in my hair, forcing, me to look up at his darkening gaze.

I could barely breathe, but in the delicious anticipatory way, knowing what was coming next.

“I don’t like you. Maybe it’s just your cock I like,” I whimpered, not caring how I sounded. I needed him. Wetness pooled between my legs, coating my inner thighs and soaking the fishnets.

Because yep, I wasn’t wearing panties.

His other hand snaked under the hem of the jersey, and he growled with satisfaction when he found me slick with arousal.

“No panties? Looks like you’re a needy little slut for Daddy, aren’t you?

” He punctuated the words by yanking head back, and I nearly came right then and there.

“You need my cock in your mouth. Your cunt.” He brushed his lips against mine, in contrast to his dirty words so gently that I squirmed and nearly begged him to touch me anywhere so I could fall apart.

“Your ass. It’s all mine. I don’t give a fuck if the rest of it is fake.

Because, I keep what’s mine. And your body knows it’s mine, doesn’t it, little girl? ”

I moaned as he gripped my hair, the pleasure and pain coursing through me like a tidal wave. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girls kneel and choke on Daddy’s cock,” he ordered, and I was helpless to resist. And I didn’t want to.