Page 38 of Scarlett and the Fake Boyfriend (Scarlett #2)

I had a feeling he was trying not to laugh. But I knew how to make him forget about last time. I wrapped my lips around him and went all the way down.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I gagged, just the way he liked. Not because I remembered. But because it was impossible not to.

“Just like that,” he said, his voice tight.

I did it again.

He buried his fingers in my hair to set the pace.

And all I could feel was this throbbing between my legs. I wanted to rub against him again. And the feeling made me want to move my head faster, up and down. But he was still guiding the pace. His fingers tangled in my hair even more.

Each groan made me want him to touch me even more. I tried to focus on what I was doing. My eyes were watering as I took him into the back of my throat.

He groaned and his fingers fell from the back of my head. “Keep going,” he said.

He was letting me take full control. He wanted to see if I was learning.

I wrapped my lips tighter around him and he groaned. And then I went faster, the way I’d been dying to.

“Use your hand again too,” he said.

I’d almost forgotten. I wrapped my hand around him and moved it in sync with my mouth.

“Just like that.”

I knew I was doing a good job because there was a lot less instruction this time. He seemed lost in the moment.

I wanted to make sure I knew when to expect his release this time, so I wouldn’t do anything embarrassing again like sneeze.

Also, that had been super painful. This was not going to end that way again.

I went all the way down again and he tensed.

And then I tightened my lips as I pulled back because I knew when I tightened them it made him groan.

My lips reached his tip and then fell from his cock. I sat back on my heels to ask him when he was going to cum. But I didn’t get a chance to ask, because he exploded all over me.

I hadn’t expected it and turned, making the stream of cum go into my right eye. “Ah!” I screamed. My hand was still on his dick, so I dropped it so his cum wouldn’t hit me again. But it was like releasing a loose fire hose. And he just kept skeeting.

I tried to move so it wouldn’t aim into my eye again. But his next shot came out of nowhere and went into my other eye. “Ah it burns!” I grabbed his hard cock again so it would stop shooting everywhere.

“Shit, sorry,” Jacob said as another shot of cum hit my cheek. “Why did you pull back? I thought you wanted to swallow?”

“I wanted to know when it was coming!” I tried to wipe my eyes with my free hand but that just made the burning worse. “I need water!” I wiped my eyes again and I knew I was just smearing the mess all over my face.

He groaned, but not in that sexy way of his. “You gotta let go of my dick, Scarlett. You’re holding it like a vice.”

Crap . “Sorry.” I dropped his penis.

There was a crunching noise and I knew he was walking to the fridge .

“Jacob, please! Water!” I tried to open my eyes but they were practically glued shut.

“Do you maybe want...”

“Water!”

“Okay, okay.”

The next thing I knew I was being drenched with a face full of water.

“What the hell?!” I was practically gargling. I spit it out so I could talk. “Why did you just throw it at me?!”

“You said you wanted water!”

“On a towel!”

“Fuck.” He handed me a wet towel and I rubbed at my eyes.

It still burned like hell, but I was pretty sure I’d gotten all of it off my face. I blinked and squinted up at him.

“You have some right there.”

I looked up at him.

He was no longer wearing his shirt. I looked down at the towel in my hand. But it wasn’t a towel at all. He’d balled up his shirt and drenched it in water for me.

“Here,” he said and pointed to his chest to show me.

I looked down at my own chest. Some of it had pooled between my breasts.

“Let me.” He grabbed his ruined shirt out of my hand and gently wiped the mess off my chest. “I think that’s all of it.”

I squinted at him through my burning eyes. “Well, that was a disaster.”

“Actually, that was super hot. No one has ever let me cum in their eyes before.”

“Because it hurts!” I yelled. And who else was he cumming on? Was he talking about freaking Olivia right now?

“I’m sorry.” He pressed his lips together. It looked like he was forcing himself not to laugh.

“It’s not funny, Jacob.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“Nuh uh.”

He burst out laughing.

“Jacob!”

“I think there might be some in your hair...”

“Oh my God, get it out!” I closed my eyes, hoping it would help the burning in my eyes.

He kept laughing as he wiped closer to my hairline. “Scarlett.”

“What?”

“Look at me.”

“I can’t. My eyes hurt. And I don’t think I can ever look at you again anyway.”

He laughed. “I’m sorry I got it in your eyes.”

“You should be.”

“You pulled back...”

“I didn’t know what a loose penis was capable of!”

He laughed. “Scarlett. Open your eyes. Please.”

I slowly opened them. “Are they red?”

“Um...nah.”

I groaned. “You’re lying.”

“They’re a little pink. Here.” He poured some more water on his shirt and handed it to me.

I blotted my eyes a bit more.

“They’re already looking better.”

“Good. Because I can’t go up to dinner with skeet eyes. ”

He laughed.

“Why am I so bad at this?”

“You’re not bad. Like I said...I loved it.”

“Really?”

He smiled. “Really. We can practice that whenever you want.” He stood up and put his hand out for me.

I grabbed his hand and he helped me to my feet.

“You might want to splash some water in your eyes though.”

I laughed. “Can we maybe not tell anyone that I flubbed this again?”

“I wasn’t the one that told anyone last time.”

Yeah, I guess that had been me. “I’m sorry about your shirt. Do you want me to go try to find something of my dad’s?”

“No, definitely not. If your dad sees you he’ll have too many questions. And I don’t have a death wish.”

“Fair. Should I get your jacket?”

“My jacket is yours, Scarlett.”

I smiled. “Okay.”

“I should get going.”

I tried to hand him his shirt but he shook his head. “No, that’s yours too.”

“As if having this won’t get me in trouble. But I guess I can throw it in the wash right away.”

“Good idea.”

We both just stared at each other for a moment.

I wanted to ask him to stay for dinner. But I couldn’t exactly do that when he was shirtless. My dad would not like that at all.

He cleared his throat. “I guess I should get going.”

“Yeah, I have laundry to do real quick.”

He laughed. “Goodnight, Scarlett.”

“Night, Jacob.” I watched him walk out of the room and my shoulders slumped. Yeah, I was definitely more confused than ever.