Pretend Love Romance by Penny Wylder
Diana
The morning light is what wakes me. It’s later than I thought—the sun has moved so it’s shining in my eyes. My legs are tangled with Leo’s and one of his arms is underneath me. We’re half-covered with sheets, and nothing else.
Yesterday we didn’t leave the cabin. Hell, we barely left the bedroom. We were insatiable, and I still am. The kind of chemistry that’s between us doesn’t happen often. It’s overwhelming and all-consuming. We barely stopped for food.
My body is pleasantly sore, because it’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked like that. Actually, I’ve never been fucked like that. We talked in-between rounds of sex, and now that the sexual tension between us is broken, I like him. A lot.
Aside from the chemistry, our dynamic is more natural than I ever thought possible. I like the way he cares about his business and is determined not to let down his friends. I like his body—every rock hard inch of it—and the tattoos that cover his arms and shoulders.
By all accounts, he seems like a perfect, upstanding guy. An interesting man. The kind of guy that I’ve always wanted to find.
As soon as the thought occurs, I shove it down. I’ve been here before. And every time I pushed too hard and came on too strong and they ended up leaving. This isn’t even a real relationship. It’s sex and saving Blue Mountain. After that...
I won’t think about that. Right now, I’ll take it for what it is. Amazing goddamn chemistry. Even now, I don’t want to move away from his warmth.
Next to me, I notice that the sheet covering Leo is tenting. Morning wood. And it’s impressive. His cock is amazing. Long and thick, he touches places inside me that I’m convinced no other man has ever reached. And yesterday we were too busy fucking the old-fashioned way for me to get a closer look.
But now? Yes, please.
I ease myself away from Leo, careful not to wake him up as I slide the sheet away. God, his cock is beautiful. Not exactly a thing you can say about a lot of them, but this one is. My mouth waters before I slowly lick him. His cock jumps when my tongue touches it, reacting even in sleep.
Perfect. I take more of him, easing down onto his shaft until I can’t take anymore, slowly sucking him to the tip and sinking back down again. I tried to do this last night, and Leo pulled me off my knees in the kitchen and fucked me on the counter. The food we stopped for had gone cold. Thank God for microwaves.
But this time? I want to do this.
“Di?”
Leo’s voice is raspy with sleep. And just the sound of him makes me wet. Now that my body knows what he can do to me, all he has to do is say my name. I’ve never been so turned on during a blow job, but I’m halfway there.
“What are you doing?”
I don’t say anything in response. Instead, I dive down his shaft, taking him all the way until he’s nearly into my throat. I’m rewarded with a groan so deep I can feel the vibration.
“Di, you don’t have to do that,” he says, but his tone isn’t convincing.
Pulling away for a second, I look at him. “What makes you think I don’t want to?” I hold his cock and lick it all the way from base to tip, eyes locked with his. “What makes you think I’m not craving it?” Again, I move, this time sealing my mouth against his shaft as I move up to that sensitive spot beneath the head. Leo groans.
“What makes you think I don’t want to suck your cock like a fucking lollipop? Or have you fuck my face and mean it.”
I take him fully again then, letting him slip as far as he can possibly go, and Leo lets out a string of curses that makes me laugh even though my mouth is full of him.
Slowly, I bob up and down his shaft, circling the head of his cock with my tongue and savoring the jerks in his muscles and the way I see his hands curling into fists.
Leo is looking down at me, and that same hunger is in his eyes—the same hunger that I saw when I agreed to be his fake fiancée, and the hunger I saw yesterday every time he pulled me close for more.
I lick my lips as I let him go. “Show me what you like,” I whisper. His eyes roll back in his head, but he reaches out to me, weaving his fingers in my hair and guiding me back to his cock.
He pushes me down slowly, controlling the pace, and I let him. I want him to feel good. I want him to take what he needs from me. I want to taste him.
I close my eyes and focus on the feel of him on my tongue and following his lead. He moves me faster, gaining a rhythm and pushing deeper until his hips are nearly rising off the bed, fucking my mouth. Heat seeps through me, and I’m so wet that I think I could come from one touch. One breath.
Leo pulls me off his cock and I breathe, returning the way that he’s staring at me. With total awe. “Do it,” I tell him.
Pure lust transforms his face, and he pushes back into my mouth. Deeper than before. Harder. Leo’s eyes are closed and he’s biting his lip, holding my head still so he can fuck harder and faster. I fucking love it.
He plunges deep one more time, holding himself in my mouth, and he comes with a groan. Salt and heat splash across my tongue. It’s my turn to moan. I wanted this. To taste him and let him come in my mouth. To swallow everything. And I do.
Leo goes limp, and I pull away, shaking with arousal. “Fuck,” he says. “Just fuck.”
I crawl up his body so I’m laying across him. Touching him is like a chemical reaction. He sets me on fire. “I liked that.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
Leaning up further, I press my lips to his ear. “I’m so fucking wet right now, Leo.”
He smirks. “Dirty Diana.”
“That’s me.”
“Want more?”
I take a shaky breath. “Yes. Always yes.”
In a flash he’s reversed our positions and he’s now behind me, pressing his body against mine. When his hand slides around and finds my clit. It’s already so slick that his fingers slip away, but it still feels so fucking good. “You weren’t kidding,” he whispers against my neck.
It helps that I’m not looking at him right now, to say, “I’ve never been this way before. With anyone. Not usually the dirty girl.”
His fingers dig into my hips, hard enough for me to gasp. “Good,” he says. “I don’t want you to be dirty for anyone else.”
“Ohhhh,” I manage. I’m practically vibrating with need, head rolling back onto his shoulder. “Please fuck me.”
His low laugh tightens my nipples, and I rock my hips back into his cock, already hard again. “When I’m finished with you, Di, you’re not going to be just dirty. You’re going to be filthy.”
Those words make me blind with need. He pushes me down onto the bed so I’m on my knees, hands sliding down my spine. I must be imagining the possession I feel in his touch, because this isn’t real. But it doesn’t matter—right now I belong to him.
Leo’s hands land on my ass, smoothing over my skin. And then his mouth is there, tongue against my asshole, and I freeze. Why does that feel so good? It shouldn’t feel this good, but it does. And it’s dirty. Oh fuck, Leo’s tongue is there, and I’m soaking. So wet that it’s about to drip down my thighs.
“You ever done this?” he asks. “Been taken here?”
I manage to find my voice. “No.”
A sound that’s almost a growl rumbles against my skin. “Good. Because before you leave Blue Mountain, your ass is mine.” I can’t even respond because his tongue is moving again and I can’t fucking breathe.
He pulls away, leaning over and covering me with his body so I can hear his soft words. One hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back, the motion only emphasizing his current control. “I’m going to fuck you raw,” he says. “Like the dirty slut you are. And then I’m going to come all over your ass. Got it?”
He’s phrasing it like I don’t have a choice, but I know why he’s saying it. Asking if he can fuck me without a condom and pull out without stopping the game we’re playing.
“You might be dirty, but I’m clean.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He doesn’t need any other encouragement, slamming into me. The orgasm explodes behind my eyes, and I scream. It’s been building and building and he just lit the fuse on the dynamite. He’s so big that I ache from the fullness of him fucking me, but his cock is reaching so deep that he’s hitting the spot that makes the fireworks continue.
I can’t move. Can’t breathe. Can’t do anything but hold on while he slams into me again and again. Everything is different without the condom. He’s thicker. Hotter. The friction setting off sparks I didn’t know could exist.
He pulls out abruptly, rubbing his cock over my asshole and spreading my own wetness there. “Imagine this,” he says. “Imagine it happening. Your tight little hole filled with my cock.”
My whole body shudders, and I nearly come again when he thrusts back into my pussy. He’s not finished with me, reaching around to my clit and working me with his fingers.
“I can’t,” I say. My body feels too sensitive, too electrified. Everything is too much. I’m already drowning in pleasure. Any more and I might die.
“You can.”
And I do.
The world goes white, and I scream even louder this time. Every cell in my body is infused with pleasure and for a brief, shining moment I’m a supernova. The world shatters open and comes back together, and I’ll never be the same after that.
Leo pulls back, shouting his own climax and spilling his heat all over my ass before collapsing beside me.
I can’t speak. I don’t even think I can move. But I look at Leo, and he comes closer to kiss me. We don’t need words to know that that was perfect. Heightened by our little game and this impossible, indescribable chemistry.
Now I need a fucking nap.
A loud knock sounds on the front door, and we both freeze. “Leo?”
It’s a female voice. One that I don’t recognize. His eyes go wide. “Fuck. That’s my parents.”
“Already? What time is it? Did we know they were getting here now?”
He laughs. “Wasn’t exactly looking at the clock, and no, I don’t think we did.” Jumping off the bed, he starts pulling on clothes. “I was going to help you,” he gestures to my ass.
“I’ve got it,” I say. “Just buy me a little time.”
“I will.” The heat returns to his eyes. “But I like the way you look covered in my cum.”
I groan. “Not helping.”
He disappears, and I slip into the bathroom to rinse myself off. Moving quickly, I throw on some clothes, but nothing is really going to be done about my hair. I look freshly fucked, and his parents probably heard my scream. Not exactly a great introduction, but if we’re trying to sell the bit, this will work.
I run my hands through my hair in a last desperate attempt, but it’s no use, and I hear Leo calling me. I’m out of time.
Stepping out into the living room, I smile and try not to blush.
“Diana,” Leo says, “these are my parents, Charles and Helen.”
The couple in front of me could have stepped out of a country club. Leo’s father is an older version of his own features, still handsome, dressed in a polo and like he should be going golfing. His mother is beautiful too, refined in a cardigan and pearls. And right now they’re both looking at me with skepticism.
I step forward and hold out my hand. “Hi. It’s really nice to meet you.”
Leo’s mom stares me down so hard that I feel like I’m still naked. But she takes my hand and shakes it once, and then his father does. A hand slips around my waist and Leo kisses my cheek.
“Nice to meet you, Diana,” Leo’s father says. “Now that we know that you actually exist.”
I smile over at my fake fiancé. “I told him to tell you earlier, but he’s stubborn. And it was his choice.”
He pulls me in quickly for a kiss on my lips and my stomach does a little flip. “You did tell me,” he says with a smile. “I just wanted to keep you all to myself for a while.”
“Can I get you guys anything?” I ask his parents. “Coffee?”
“That’s all right,” Helen says. “We just wanted to say hello.”
“I’ll walk you over to your cabin,” Leo says as I head to the kitchen. I actually do want a cup of coffee. After all that, I need it.
I’m taking a mug out of a cabinet when Helen’s voice falls over the room. “Where’s your ring?”
Behind me, I can almost sense that Leo has gone still. Probably panicking that he forgot about a ring. “Oh, it’s still being sized. But it’s beautiful. Your son has excellent taste.”
I glance at Leo, and there’s such naked thankfulness on his face that my chest hurts. This means so much to him. Helen is still staring at me, and the silence is a little awkward, but it seems like she accepts the reason.
“We’ll get settled in then,” Charles says, “and get to know you better later.”
I smile. “Sounds perfect.”
They head toward the front door.
Leo steps close and kisses me again. My heart pounds because I love the casual way that he touches me. It feels so natural and so real that I wish it weren’t pretend. Someone who takes the time to touch me just because they can is what I’ve always wanted. “I’ll be back soon.” Then, softer. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” I whisper. “I’m going to take a shower now so that next time I see your parents, I don’t have the remnants of your tongue on my ass.”
Leo chuckles and kisses me on the forehead—even though his parents are now out of sight—and heads out. I’m left standing in the kitchen with butterflies in my stomach wondering where and how something shifted, and just how much this is going to hurt when it’s over.
