Pretend Love Romance by Penny Wylder
Diana
Waking up sore and satisfied feels like a déjà vu. But this time I’m alone in bed and there’s the scent of pancakes in the air. My stomach growls. Leo and I worked up a ferocious appetite together before falling asleep. No wonder I’m hungry.
It’s late, nearly noon, and I have no regrets. After all, I’m on vacation, right? Nothing says vacation like sleeping late and amazing sex.
Leo’s t-shirt from yesterday is on the floor, and I put it on. It’s so big that I’m swimming in it, but I don’t care. It’s infused with that woodsy smell that’s just him. His sheets are covered in it, and it’s like being wrapped in his arms. I don’t put on anything else, the shirt dropping half-way to my knees.
Leo is making the pancakes in nothing but sweats, muscles and tattoos fully on display. He’s smiling ear to ear and singing softly off key. The show of domesticity takes me by surprise. I lean against the doorframe and watch him, just enjoying the sight.
This feels comfortable, and for the first time in forever, I feel happy. All it took was almost dying in a river.
He turns and catches me watching him, and his grin only grows. “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
Leo places a plate of pancakes on the bar. “Breakfast?”
“It smells amazing.”
He snags me around the waist as I walk by, hauling me in for a kiss. “I like the way this looks on you.”
I bite his lip, and it does what I hope—unlocking the heat that’s always between us. I’m pressed against the counter in a second, the sweats he’s wearing doing nothing to hide how hard he is. Then he’s kissing my neck, and I’m dizzy with the scent of him everywhere. “The pancakes are going to get cold,” I manage to say.
“I don’t care.”
It takes all my willpower to push him away. “I care. You cooked me breakfast, I want to eat it while it’s still hot.”
They’re good too. Just like the chicken parmesan that we had last night was good. “I admit that you know your way around the kitchen,” I say.
“Damn right.”
I inhale the pancakes like they’re oxygen. It’s good that there aren’t more because I would eat those too. Leo is just watching me with a small smile on his face. “Do I have something on me?”
He laughs. “No, but I do have something to show you.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Nothing scary.” He rounds the counter to stand in front of me. “But I ran into the city this morning. For pancake stuff, and this.”
Suddenly I realize that there’s a box in one hand, and he’s sinking down onto one knee. “Oh.” My heart pounds in my ears and it feels like all the air in the room has disappeared.
“Diana Simmons, will you fake marry me?”
The ring he reveals is beautiful. A silver ring with swirling designs curling around a shining stone that catches all the light. It can’t be a diamond—no reason for it to be for a fake engagement—but in spite of that this feels incredibly real.
“Yes,” I manage to say, and he slips the ring on my finger. My stomach flips seeing it on my hand, just like when he treated me like his girlfriend yesterday. I like seeing his ring on my hand.
Last night with his parents was nice. I can see how they might not be the easiest people to live with or grow up with, but they were kind and seemed to warm up to me as the night went on. The more goodwill I can buy Leo, the better, and his mother will be happy to see me with a ring.
Leo seems to understand my silence, and when he stands and kisses me, it feels different. There’s a line here—I can feel it. Once we cross it, it’s not going to be easy to come back from, but I don’t care. I’m going to do it anyway. This whole thing with Leo, even pretending, is a taste of what I’ve wanted for so long that I’m desperate.
This feels bigger. Deeper. He lifts me off the stool and I wrap my legs around his hips as he carries me to the bedroom.
The first time we had sex he took it slow, but we forced it. All we wanted was to go faster. Leo’s lips on mine now are the kind of slow that is comfortable and effortless. It’s the kind of easy enjoyment that only happens between two people who have all the time in the world.
He eases my mouth open, tracing my tongue with his before pushing deeper. Everything that I have is wrapped up in this kiss.
We collapse together onto the bed, somehow a bundle of limbs and graceful slow motion all at once. My legs are still wrapped around his hips, lining us up exactly through the few clothes we’re wearing. Through his sweats I can feel him. Ready for me.
Leo grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed as he devours my lips and then moves his mouth across my jaw and down to my neck. He leaves a trail of tingles and fire behind him, my body waking up like it was in a dream. It feels like I’ll never get enough of him.
“Why does this feel different?” I gasp, arching into him as he releases my hand only to slide his hand under his t-shirt. His t-shirt. Like I’m already his. And I’m wearing absolutely nothing to stop him.
My pussy is soaked, his fingers slipping inside me with ease. He doesn’t answer my question and I can’t push him for one because all I can think about is the light behind my eyes and the pleasure rising from his fingers.
Slow, even thrusts, curving upward until everything turns sharp and clear. “Oh my God.” I writhe, and he presses my one wrist harder into the bed.
“Don’t move.”
The pleasure is too much. “I can’t,” I say, hips jerking up into his fingers, seeking more. Needing more. God, yes.
Leo’s lips are at my ear. “Don’t you fucking move, Diana.”
“It’s not possible.” I’m not even trying to move, it’s just happening. My brain is no longer in control of my body. I’m turned into a pleasure-seeking missile, and the target is his fingers.
“It is. Trust me.”
I close my eyes and bite my lip, focusing on locking down my muscles, and everything ratchets up. Without the movement there’s nowhere for the pleasure to go but into me and I’m suddenly on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Leo.”
“Do it.”
My orgasm shatters through me and I fall off that cliff into a warm sea of nothing but ecstasy. He doesn’t let me go, hand fucking me furiously through the orgasm until I’m shaking and both my thighs and the sheets beneath me are wet.
He pulls his sweats off and tosses them aside, and I wiggle out of his t-shirt because I can’t go another fucking minute without his skin on mine. As soon as he’s naked, I pull him to me, wrapping myself around him again.
Leo is wrapped around me too, hands in my hair, pulling my head back so he can kiss my throat. And something about the feeling of his lips on my pulse makes me shiver. “Diana,” he breathes. Nothing else is said out loud. Not yet. But he takes his time with me, stroking his hands over every part of my body. It’s an exercise in arousal. And when his hands reach my ass, I know the question he’s asking.
I’ve never done that. With anyone. And if I give it to him he’ll always be with me. The rational part of me tells me to run. That I shouldn’t be diving in this deep for something that isn’t real. But then again, I can’t exactly pretend that it isn’t real anymore.
The brave part of me craves this—wants him to have a piece of me that no one else does. That wants to throw myself in with wild abandon. And she’s in control right now. “Yes.”
Leo’s mouth crashes down on mine, stealing all that’s left of my breath. And then he reaches over onto the nightstand for a bottle of lube I know wasn’t there before.
“Did you buy that when you bought the ring?”
He grins in the dim room. “Maybe.”
I wiggle my hips underneath him. “You were so sure that I was going to say yes?”
“I hoped you would. Even if it wasn’t today.”
There’s a stupid smile on my face. “You really love my ass.”
“I love every part of your body,” he says, seriously enough to make my stomach swoop. “But your ass is a goddamn work of art.”
He spreads the lube over me and suddenly I’m nervous. But the way he’s looking at me—all fire and hunger and need—tells me all that I need to know.
Leo moves slowly, deliberately looking at me as he lifts one leg and kisses the inside of my ankle, working all the way up my leg with his lips until my knee is pressed to my chest. Then the other one. Each press of his lips leaves goosebumps.
I’m completely open to him, and now I’m shaking for a different reason. How is this so vulnerable? It can’t because he put a ring on my finger, can it?
Leo dives down, burying his face between my legs without a thought, and his tongue chases every thought and worry out of my head. “Though I have to say,” he smirks up at me, “your pussy gives your ass a run for its money.”
Blood rushes to my face, and he laughs before he licks me. Fast and then slow, never taking his eyes off mine. It’s easily the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen, tattooed arms spreading me wide, cock hard and waiting, and his tongue circling my clit.
“Fucking hell.” The words slip out of me, and Leo hums in response. God, those vibrations are good, the deep richness of his voice spreading through me in entirely new ways.
He doesn’t take me all the way. My orgasm is just spinning up when Leo takes his mouth away, and I cry out in protest. “Nooooo,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry,” he says. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be screaming.”
“I can’t do that,” I gasp. “If your parents hear me again, I’ll never live it down.”
Leo presses the tip of his cock against my ass. “Do me a favor,” he says, leaning over me, face close, cock poised and ready, “don’t talk about my parents when I’m about to fuck your ass.”
Laughter bubbles up and out of me, and immediately it turns into a low moan when he pushes in. “Fuck.”
Slow, steady pressure. I haul in breath after breath, trying to keep myself relaxed. He sinks past the resistance and we both freeze. He’s barely in me, and I already feel fuller than I’ve ever felt in my life.
“You feel so fucking good,” Leo says, voice raw.
He pushes in more. My eyes flutter closed, and I lean into the sensation. I didn’t expect it to feel like this. It feels…good. Places that have never been touched are being touched, and every other part of my body feels sensitive.
I pull Leo’s face to mine and kiss him. I kiss him like I need him to breathe—with everything I’ve got—and he’s still pushing in. It’s endless, and I don’t want it to end. Pleasure is building deep inside, and my clit is so sensitive that I think that a soft breeze would make me fall apart.
One final push, and I feel his hips flush against my ass. Leo groans. “How do you feel?”
All I can do is shake my head. I’m too full to feel. Too full to speak. Too full to breathe.
Above me his face is nothing but lust. Wild and feral. “My entire cock is in your ass,” he whispers and shoves his hips forward for emphasis. “I told you it would be mine.”
An unintelligible sound comes out of my throat. He’s reduced me to nothing but pure thought, and that’s fine with me. I just want more.
Leo takes a nipple in each of his hands, pinching and pulling, sending sparks through me. Everything makes it better.
“You have ten more seconds,” he says, leaning down, “to get used me. Then I’m going to fuck this gorgeous ass of yours. Understand?”
The command in his tone makes me wetter. I nod.
One thumb sweeps over my clit, and my whole body spasms is pleasure. Leo grins. “So sensitive. I think you like having my cock buried in your ass.”
The crude language just makes me focus on the fact that he is. So deep. Oh my God. I could come right now.
“Times up,” he says, grabbing my wrists again. They’re pinned above my head with one hand, and Leo fucks me. Rolling movements of his hips that have him working in and out of me.
It’s so strange and so good and all I can think about is him. This moment will always be just the two of us. And then I can’t think at all. Pleasure explodes, like lava flowing up and through. I’m painted with light that’s breaking through to the outside of me, and everything is so much more.
I think that I’m saying something, anything. His name. He’s driving himself into me, over and over, and every thrust brings new waves of light.
Pulling out of me fully, he covers my pussy with his mouth again, groaning as he does. “I love the way you taste.”
I come again, or maybe I never stopped in the first place. My body and brain are made of fireworks. All I can do is feel.
Leo turns me over and eases back in. In this position it feels deeper, if that’s possible. Mouth and hands, lips and teeth on my spine. His groan in my ear as he drives himself towards a climax that will change both of us.
His clever fingers slip down my skin, and then I’m being fucked by both cock and fingers. “Oh fuck, please.”
“Tell me what you want,” he growls, as if I’m capable of speech.
“Don’t stop.” It’s all I have, bliss pouring down over me.
Leo hauls me up onto my knees, my back into his chest, and I’m frozen. One hand over my throat, and fingers in my pussy. Cock in my ass, I’m owned by him in this moment. Please don’t stop.
He drives his cock upward. Deeper. Rolls my clit between his fingers. That’s all I need.
I don’t think the sound that comes from me is human. I’m not anymore. I’m a creature of pure need held up by his cock and his hand on my throat. Leo shouts, and his orgasm hits, filling me with heat in a way I’ve never felt before.
The moment lasts forever, frozen for both of us before it feels like I take my first breath in a new universe. There’s no going back after that. We are something to each other, and we can’t ignore it. And it can’t just be me.
Leo lowers me to the bed gently, pulling out and cleaning himself up. I don’t move, and he cleans me up too, hands reverent as he tucks me against his side. “You okay in there?”
I nod, still staring at the ceiling. “You never answered my question.”
“Which question?” He draws his nose along the line of my jaw.
“Why did that feel different?”
He reaches down and grabs my hand, lifting it so the ring is visible. “This.”
“But it’s not real.” My words sound hollow, even to me.
Leo smooths my hair away from my face. “I think we both know that’s not true anymore.”
I stare at him, and he stares at me. The small space between us is charged with those words, waiting for a denial that doesn’t come.
Finally, he kisses me. There are no words that can describe this feeling. I’m falling for Leo. Hard.
