Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire

JUN’S POV

Every room in my house is currently occupied by family and friends, and even Bear has staked his claim on my bed. The sexual tension between us is intense, almost unbearable—she’s wild, magnetic, and driving me out of my mind. But I want our first time to be unforgettable, not rushed or impulsive, and done in a garage.

So, I grabbed the fastest car in my collection, the intention clear in my mind—to drive us somewhere private, to the gazebo I built in a secluded corner of the property.

"No, back seat first." She didn’t even wait for me to respond, and jumped inside, tugging me in over her.

Before I knew it, she switched positions and climbed onto my lap, her mouth meeting mine in a fierce, hungry kiss.

Her fingers slide through my hair, and my hand finds its way under her top, tracing the warm length of her bare back. The thrill of discovering, yet again, that she’s ditched her bra is both maddening and tempting. Of course, the saga of not wearing the bra continues. It will be cheery on the cake if she isn’t wearing underwear as well. Too bad though I won’t get to rip it off her.

My mouth claims hers, and she responds with equal hunger, her lips moving with a skill that has my thoughts unraveling. She’s incredible—addictive, even—and I’m already losing myself under her touch. When she rocks her hips against my hardness. A deep, guttural groan escapes before I can stop it. Oh damn, this feels so good.

I slide a hand under her shorts through the lower opening, fingers tracing a path toward the core I tasted earlier this morning. The thrill spikes as it’s confirmed—she isn’t wearing any panty underneath. I tease my fingers over her wet folds, and she shifts her hips just enough to invite me closer, indulging in the teasing.

"Oh fuck."

"Yeah, that’s why I’m going to do with you tonight."

She is on fire and so as me.

She pauses, her gaze drops between us, squinting at my jeans, like they’ve done her a personal offense.

"Nice jeans," she murmurs, "but they’re in the way."

Her fingers dance over the button, effortlessly unfastening it. I press my hand over hers, trying to keep some grip on control. "Not here..." I start, but she doesn’t even hesitate, her fingers working the zipper next.

"Yiren," I say, fighting a groan, "I’ve got a better place..."

But before I can finish, she frees my throbbing cock, and every nerve in my body sparks alive. My grip on her ass tighten and skin pebbles with goosebumps. Gosh, this is other worldly.

"Size matters, Juju. Just wanted to make sure I’m not dealing with a peanut—"

She hisses when I tug her hair hard, "So, is it to your satisfaction or do want me to give a demo?"

"Depends how you wield it. And depends how many times I come tonight." Her smirk is pushing my buttons. But it suits her.

We glared at each other, and all the while keeping her eyes on me she position herself over my cock. And swirl those plump juicy hips, rubbing on me in the most tempting way. I guided her by lifting her up and down. My breath turned ragged as she drives me to the edge just by dry humping. She moves faster... Pressure built between my legs....

"That’s it. Fuck yes, babe."

I’m about to...

And she stops.

Like really stops. And I’m still hard and throbbing.

"Score equal. 1-1" .... And gets off me and climbs the passenger seat, "Drive, Uncle Juju."

This woman.

She’s punishing me for my morning act when I left her unsatisfied. Tit for tat.

"You will pay for this."

"Make me."

*****

Yiren’s pov....

Getting revenge on him is necessary. I’m not a pusher and he should know that. But another reason? I’m reminded of Ning’s words that she deliberately pushes Kai’s buttons only to be punished by him in bed later. I’m looking forward to it. And knowing Jun, my anticipation is sky high. It’s been a while I’m touched by someone. When we reach the gazebo it is another of master architecture on Jun’s property which I’ll study later. Right now, the fireplace, a swing, and a comfy bed is having all my attention.

"On your knees and hands." He unlocks the door, and by the time he turns to me, I’m still staring him. So he grabbed my neck, and kissed me, "I see you love defying me huh? Are you always this adventurous or am I special?"

"I could ask you the same thing. You don’t exactly play it safe, do you?

"Definitely no. But let me know if it gets too much. I’ll stop."

"What if I like it hard?"

He grins and pushes me on the bed. I fell face first, and his weight came on me second. "Little Yiren is naughty and likes it rough. Nice! Then I won’t hold back." his hand slides under my shorts from behind and stops at my clit. "So wet." The jolt of pressure has me moaning when he pinches the swollen nub. He pushed a finger inside me and my fingers curled around the bedsheet.

He parted my thighs with his knees and added another finger, getting another loud moan from me. He hummed in satisfaction and thrust in and out at a slow pace.

"So slow. My toy does bett----"

"Since you love driving me crazy." The pacing increased brutally fast accompanied by the addition of a third finger. He is deep into me, and the only sound is of wetness and my half-broken moans.

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"I want to come..."

"Not on my finger, sweetheart. This beautiful pussy deserves more...." His words caught me off guard when he withdrew out of me. Before I could punch his smug face he flips me over and tugs my shorts completely down to my ankle. My entire face flames being exposed to him in this position.

"Hmmm, my favorite dessert of the day."