Fake-Dating A Star

NINE

Lila woke up to the dull throbbing of her head, the relentless churning in her stomach, and her vision blurring in and out of focus. She groaned softly, rolling to the edge of the bed. Each movement felt heavy and deliberate, her unsteady steps carrying her toward the adjoining bathroom.

She pushed the door open, her thoughts too sluggish to remember that this was a shared space.

The heat hit her first, thick and humid, curling in the air like a warm embrace. Then came the clean, heady scent of shower gel mingled with steam. Lila blinked against the haze, and as her vision cleared, her breath hitched in her throat.

Nigel stood beneath the cascading water, his head tilted back, dark hair slicked against his scalp. Water glided over every sculpted line of his body, tracing each defined muscle before dripping to the tiled floor.

Her gaze moved of its own accord, lingering on the way his shoulders flexed, the dip of his waist, and the taut strength of his abdomen. Her stomach tightened as memories of tracing those muscles with her fingertips crept into her mind.

A shuddering breath escaped her before she could stop it.

"You still drunk, Lila?" His voice, deep and rough from disuse, broke through the humid quiet.

Her eyes snapped to his face, and her cheeks burned as she found him watching her with a bemused smirk. His gaze wandered lazily down her body, and she stiffened under its weight. It was only then she noticed the thin straps of her dress had slid down her shoulders, her breasts now teasingly exposed.

With a gasp, her hands flew to cover herself, her fingers fumbling at the fabric.

“Um... sorry,” she mumbled, voice barely above a whisper as she took a hesitant step back. “I should’ve knocked.”

Nigel didn’t move, his smirk widening. “Oh, don’t apologize. Feel free to barge in anytime.”

She stammered for a response, but he wasn’t finished.

“You can even join me, if you want.”

The boldness of his words hung in the steamy air, thick and heavy.

For a moment, Lila’s mind warred with her body. Her logical side screamed for her to turn around, to retreat before this moment spiraled out of control. But her body—the shameless, aching part of her—had already decided.

The heat pooling in her belly was unbearable, and her pulse thrummed wildly as her hands slowly released the bodice of her dress. She met his gaze, her green eyes filled with something daring, and let the fabric fall.

Nigel’s eyes darkened, his playful smirk replaced by something deeper, hungrier.

The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a thin black thong that clung to her hips. The sharp contrast of fabric against her skin was sinful, and the way Nigel’s gaze drank her in made her feel both exposed and powerful.

Barefoot, she stepped toward him slowly, deliberately.

“You’re not drunk,” he murmured, his voice low as his hand extended to steady her.

“I’m not,” she replied softly.

Her admission seemed to shift something in him. A muscle in his jaw ticked, and his fingers tightened around hers as he pulled her into the heated spray of the shower.

“Good.”

His voice was a growl, rough and unrestrained, as he backed her against the warm tiled wall.

The heat of the water was nothing compared to the fire racing through her veins as he leaned in, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was pure hunger. It was demanding, devouring, and she gave herself to it without hesitation.

The faint taste of mint on his lips mingled with the steam and the faint citrus of his shower gel, intoxicating her further. She gasped against his mouth when his hands found her waist, gripping her firmly before sliding lower to cup the curve of her ass.

A soft moan escaped her as his lips moved to her jaw, then her neck, each kiss more purposeful than the last. The shower’s spray cascaded over them, warm and relentless, but it was the rough scrape of his teeth against her pulse that made her knees weaken.

Nigel’s hands roamed her body, tracing every curve with reverence and intent. When his fingers slipped beneath the thin strap of her thong, Lila’s breath hitched, her head falling back against the tiles.

“God, you’re soaked,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against her throat.

Her grip on his arms tightened as his fingers found her slick folds, teasing her entrance before sliding in with agonizing slowness.

“Nigel…” Her voice was a broken whisper, her nails digging into his skin as pleasure overwhelmed her.

“Tell me what you want,” he rasped, his free hand bracing her waist as his fingers worked her relentlessly.

Her head swam, her inhibitions drowned by the sensation coursing through her. She arched into him, her body pleading for more even as her words failed her.

“I want…” She gasped, her legs trembling as his thumb brushed her swollen c**t.

“You want what, Lila?” he taunted, his lips brushing her ear.

Her response was swallowed by a ragged moan as he increased his pace, his fingers curling inside her to hit that perfect spot. She gripped his shoulders for support, her nails scraping against his skin as her body spiraled closer and closer to the edge.

"I want this. I want you....fuck"

Nigel’s fingers moved with practiced precision, his touch igniting every nerve in her body. Lila couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped her lips, her head falling back against the tiled wall as the tension inside her built.

“Nigel…” she whispered, her voice trembling with both need and disbelief.

“Let it happen,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. The low timbre of his voice sent a shiver down her spine, his words more of a command than a suggestion.

And she did. Her body tensed, and the world around her seemed to dissolve as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out softly, clinging to him as her release washed through her in a dizzying rush.

Nigel held her steady, his hands firm yet gentle as he guided her through the overwhelming sensations. When her trembling finally subsided, she opened her eyes to find him watching her, his expression a mix of satisfaction and barely contained hunger.

“You’re incredible,” he said softly, his voice rough with restraint.

Her heart pounded as she met his gaze, the intensity of his dark eyes making her forget everything else. Before she could overthink it, his lips were on hers again, claiming her with a hunger that left her breathless.

The kiss deepened, and Lila found herself responding with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled her closer. He lifted her effortlessly, her back pressing against the cool tiles. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her body molding to his as if they were made for this.

“You’re perfect,” Nigel murmured against her lips, his hands roaming her curves with a reverence that made her pulse race.

Her breath hitched as he shifted, the hard length of him pressing against her. He paused, his gaze searching hers for permission which she granted immediately.

With a groan, he pushed into her slowly, the stretch both intense and utterly exquisite. Lila clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain that left her gasping for air.

Nigel stilled for a moment, his forehead resting against hers as they both adjusted to the intimacy of the moment. Then he began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that left her reeling.

The water cascaded over them, adding to the sensual haze that enveloped them. Lila’s cries filled the small space, her body arching into his as he drove her higher with every thrust.

“You feel amazing,” Nigel rasped, his voice thick with pleasure. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he quickened his pace.

The pressure inside her built again, more intense this time, and she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips.

“Nigel…” she gasped, her nails raking down his back as her second release surged through her.

Her body clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and he groaned her name as he followed her over the edge. His movements grew erratic, his control slipping as he found his own release.

When it was over, they stayed entwined, their bodies trembling from the aftermath of their passion. The water continued to fall around them, a gentle backdrop to the intimacy of the moment.

Nigel finally pulled back slightly, his dark eyes meeting hers as a faint smirk played on his lips.

“You’re dangerous,” he said softly, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face.

She laughed breathlessly, her head falling back against the tiles. “And you’re insufferably good at this.”

He chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple before gently setting her down. They stood under the spray of the shower, neither speaking as the weight of what just happened settled between them.