Pretend Love Romance by Penny Wylder
Prologue
AJ
The bass hits so hard it rattles the windows as coeds dance in the living room of the frat house. My buddies and I rehash the different plays of the night, going over exactly what we did right to beat our bitter rivals. Everything had gone exactly as the plays were written on Coach’s board. The game couldn’t have gone any better. It was a very good day. Being that it’s my junior year at the university, scouts had littered the stands, and I’m the reason we scored four touchdowns, saying it was a very good day might be an understatement.
This party is in full swing, a celebration of our victory, but I don’t feel much like drinking. I’ve never been much into partying. Football is my life. Going to practice hungover or dehydrated isn’t going to get me signed to the NFL team of my dreams. There is no room for distractions in my life.
Except there is one distraction. One I can’t seem to get out of my head. As if my thoughts had somehow conjured her out of the ether, Claire Alverez walks into the house with a friend. My entire body tenses up and any previous thoughts about the game or scouts, flee my mind.
I never would have expected to see her at one of these parties. They often get out of hand toward the end of the night, and it’s not an unusual occurrence for the cops to arrive to break up the party or break up a fight. Claire is pre-med, the smartest and most serious girl I’ve ever met on campus. I’ve obsessed over her since I first saw her freshman year, when I was helping a friend move into the dorms. It had been the end of summer and still sweltering hot. Claire wore shorts, showing off her long and toned tan legs, and a tee shirt that fell off one shoulder. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she wasn’t wearing any makeup, but damn, when she smiled … I felt it all over. She was the sexiest girl I’d ever seen, and she wasn’t even trying. I haven’t been able to think about another girl since.
“A toast,” one of my teammates says, snapping me out of my reverie. Reluctantly, I turn away from the sight of Claire. My friends have their red plastic cups raised, beer sloshing over the sides. “To the man of the night, our captain, who leads us to victory again and again. You, my friend, could have any chick in this room.”
They laugh and agree, lifting their cups higher into the air and roaring with laughter. And they’re right. Everywhere I turn, chicks are trying to catch my eye. As soon as I walk up to the bar, a dozen girls are making their way across the room, suddenly realizing their cups are empty. But it doesn’t matter; I’m not interested. I only have eyes for Claire, but she’s the only one who isn’t looking at me like a prize whose head she wants mounted on the wall above her headboard. She’s not interested in showing off to her Instagram followers. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if she weren’t even on Instagram.
Claire is wearing a tight black dress, shorter than anything I’ve ever seen her wear before. Her wavy dark hair is falling down around her shoulders, so long it almost touches her waist. She’s wearing just a touch of makeup, only mascara and lipstick. Not anything like the other girls at this party with smoky eyes and layers of foundation. With so little effort she is the sexy chick in the frat house. I want to grab her like some kind of caveman and drag her away from her friend, throw her over my shoulder and climb the stairs up to my room. But she doesn’t seem like the type to be impressed by trophies and college football victories. She’s the kind of girl who sees the bigger picture. If I’m going to impress her, it’s going to be with wit and charm and brains.
My eyes jump from group to group around the crowded party, searching for her. When I finally find her, standing by the stairs, she’s looking right at me. My heart stops with a clunk when she doesn’t break eye contact like I expect her to, and when she smiles at me, my heart starts back up with the speed of a bullet train.
She’s standing alone. I spy her friend, who’s ditched her, stalking another player by the bar. Without even thinking, I’m on my feet and walking toward her. As if my body were a tightly wound spring, just waiting for this opportunity to unleash itself. There’s no thought, just instinct. It’s like she has some sort of tractor beam, pulling me toward her with her gaze.
I have no idea what to say or do, but I’m not really thinking with that particular head at the moment. Right now, I’m driven by pure lust. If she wants me even a fraction of how much I want her right now, this whole house might burn down from the heat we’ll produce.
I stop in front of her, a tower of flesh and muscle against her willowy frame. She’s petite in a way I hadn’t realized before. Her long legs give her height, but her bones are delicate, her features small and fine. A guy like me could break her with one hand. If I ever have her, I’ll need to be gentle, even though every part of me wants to devour her in the bed like some kind of beast. The mischief in her smile makes me think she wants that too.
I’m feeling brazen right now. My erection strains painfully at my jeans begging for release. Over the pounding music, I lean into her ear and say, “Want to go to my room?”
Her golden eyes stare into mine, her pupils dilate. She takes me by the hand, her skin silky and warm, and leads me toward the stairs.
My heart hammers in tune with the vibration of the base. It beats so fast I feel like I could pass out. I’ve never been nervous around girls but this one does something to me. Sometimes I wonder if she’s some kind of witch who has cast a spell over me. It’s the only way I can explain why this small, delicate creature has such a fierce hold on me.
I barely breath as we walk up the stairs. It’s like time is frozen, and I’m floating. The air is thick with anticipation and desire and total fucking disbelief. This is happening.
I take her down the hall to my room. I open the door, and look up at her face. The hint of a smirk dances on her lips. She steps beyond the threshold, and I barely have time to close the door behind us before she’s tearing at the button and zipper of my jeans, wrestling my eager cock out of its restraints.
She backs off a little, looking surprised and maybe even a little embarrassed. In a split second, panic washes over me. Did she think I was someone else? Did she have a momentary lapse of judgement, following me up here? But just as I start to entertain my wildest fears, my wildest dream materializes in front of me. The corner of Claire’s mouth rises almost imperceptibly before she drops to her knees. She drags down my jean and boxers, scrapping her fingernails over my ass, and wraps her mouth around my dick, shoving it down her throat until she nearly gags.
“Oh, fuck,” I say.
My head snaps back and I’m lost in the exquisite feeling of her hot mouth, but I want to watch this goddess work her magic, so I force myself to look down at her. My hands tangle in the waterfall of her dark wavy hair. Her deep green eyes glance up at me as my cock slips over her tongue again and again. God, she’s beautiful. And the girl knows how to suck a dick. I feel a bitter spike of jealousy when that thought goes through my mind, knowing she’s had to have practice on other guys to get this good. I shake the thought from my head and try to focus only on her velvet mouth.
She cups my balls roughly, and then pulls hard. She brings her lips to the tip of my dick and swirls her tongue around it. Then she pops it in and out in a fast rhythm. I find my hips moving faster, trying to slip back deep in her mouth. Just when I’m getting completely swept away in the sensation, some part deep inside me roars, “More!” I want more than this. I want all of her.
“I want you,” I tell her, and I don’t give her a second to react before I reach down and lift her up from the ground. In a flurry of movement, I’m spinning her around and unzipping the back of her tight dress, walking her toward the bed. When I finally get the zipper down, I yank her dress down to the floor, trailing my fingers over the smooth skin of her calves. I drink the sight of her in, standing in front of me in just black thong panties and a matching bra.
I feel like I’m looking through a haze of lust. I skate my hands over her tummy, and bring them to rest on her breasts. I feel the quick rise and fall of her breaths, and notice her mouth has fallen open. I can spy the pink of her tongue, which just moments before was licking up and down my dick. I reach around to unclasp her bra and I’m rewarded with the greatest pair of tits known to mankind. Holy shit, they are perfect. Heavy and round, her nipples hard and inviting. I suck one into my mouth and my cock grows stiffer at the sound of her gasp. As I flick the nipple with my tongue she lets out a low moan.
Taking one more step, the backs of her knees meet the edge of my bed. I push her down with a hand to her chest, and then hook my fingers in the waistband of her thong and strip her of that too. She’s completely waxed and smooth. I marvel at the sloping mound between her legs. I lust after what’s hidden behind the folds of delicate skin.
I decide to take my time with this part. This is my first time with the girl of my dreams and I want to make it last. I run my hand over the soft flesh and watch as her skin breaks out into goosebumps. Her breathing comes in heavy bursts, her chest heaving. She lifts her feet to rest on the bed, causing her folds to part just enough to slightly see the pink treasure within. Finally, after taking in the sight of her, I reach between her legs and spread her skin apart. My cock is so hard at this point it could break glass. Her wetness glistens from a swollen opening, as pink as her parted mouth. Her clit stands at attention.
“Fuck me,” she begs, but I have no intention of letting her get off that easily. No, I’m taking my time with this one.
I push her knees toward her chest, seeing just the hint of a cute little asshole. Her pussy spreads wider, the opening slightly gaping. I bend my head to taste her and sure enough, she’s as sweet as I knew she’d be.
Her moans grow louder as my tongue explores. I dive deep into her depths. She smells clean and … I’m not sure how to explain it other than horny. It’s a scent girls put off that triggers something in a man’s mind to drive them absolutely insane. Yet, of the other girls I’ve been with, there’s never been anyone who can devastate my senses the way she has. I have to hold myself back with every ounce of self-control I have, when all of me just wants to fuck the shit out of her.
Her moans fill the room as I finally make the journey up to her clit. My mouth wraps around it, not sucking just yet, not licking, more like embracing it like a warm hug. It drives her wild and she starts to move her hips until she’s humping my face.
“Fuck, you’re good,” she says, almost like she’s surprised.
She combs her fingers through my hair, her head lifting off the pillow, watching me with rapt attention as though she’s trying to figure out some puzzle that’s not entirely making sense.
I slip two fingers into her tight pussy and watch her fall apart.
If two fingers barely fit, how will my cock fit? I’m bigger than most guys. Definitely bigger than anyone on my team. There are a lot of naked dudes running around a football locker room, and my size doesn’t go unnoticed by my team members. They make jokes about me being half donkey, half man, and jokes about keeping me away from their girlfriends. I’ve picked up a ridiculous locker room nickname along the way: Elephant Cock. When I step into the showers after practice and games, everyone stands back as a joke as if they’re making room for me and the snake between my legs.
I feel her muscles clench around my fingers as I find the ridged surface of her g-spot and massage it. Her hips roll and her ass cheeks squeeze together. But still, I’m not ready to let her come just yet.
I pull out suddenly. She makes a slight sound of disappointment and opens her eyes to look at me. I wriggle out of my jeans and strip my shirt off over my head. Behind me, thrown on a table, are several condoms. I grab one and open it with my teeth. Her scowl turns into a look of wonder as I slip on the condom.
She reaches down and spreads her pussy lips wide. The air I’ve been holding in my lungs escapes. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
She bites her lip and smiles, then her fingers slip between her legs to play with her clit. The sound that escapes her lips as she rolls her clit between her fingers undoes me. I can’t take it anymore. I dive onto the bed, and settle between her legs
She screams as I shove my cock deep inside of her.
“Oh my fucking God,” she cries out. I can’t tell if I’ve hurt her at first. I almost pull out, but her hips start to roll and she thrusts her pelvis toward me, shoving me deeper inside her.
I take her small hips in my hands and start to fuck her like a wild animal. She growls and grunts, letting out the occasional yelp and scream. At times I wonder if she can be heard over the pounding bass.
I pull out and instinctively she seems to know what I want. She rolls over onto her hands and knees, giving me a view of that delicious ass. I take a moment to squeeze and bite it. She shivers when I run my tongue along her clit, to her stretched pussy, and then to her asshole. She gasps loudly as I poke at it with the tip of my tongue.
I shove my cock back into her pussy. Her body tightens around me and I fuck her from behind. Her generous ass jiggles with each thrust. For a petite girl, she has plenty of ass for me to enjoy. She yelps and giggles when I spank her. That’s when I know once with Claire Alverez won’t be nearly enough. I want to claim both sides of her, front and back, but the last part takes time. It takes trust. And it definitely takes some lube and some getting used to.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she cries. But I already knew that before she said anything. I can feel the muscles inside her start to flex and her legs start to shake.
I grab her hips and slam hard into her, trying to time things perfectly so we come at the same time.
She’s just one step ahead of me. She screams as her body shudders and convulses in the throes of a powerful orgasm. The clenching of her muscles causes me to burst. My cock unloads into the condom and my vision goes temporarily white and all thoughts suddenly go blank as my body is overcome with ecstasy.
I pull out. There’s a huge wet spot on the bed as though someone had spilled a glass of water. I’m shocked by the sight of it and look down at the condom, worried it may have broken. But it hasn’t. It’s fixed in place with my cum securely trapped inside. All of the wetness is her. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen aside from her.
I lay down beside her and drape my arm around her waist, content and tired enough to fall asleep despite the party raging downstairs. I finally have Claire in my bed. It’s something I’d hoped for since I first saw her that day in the dorms, but wasn’t sure I’d ever get. There was always something slightly aloof and out of bounds about her. I don’t think I’ve ever been this content. My buddies always tease me about my obsession with her, and tell me that all pussies are alike and once I’ve had her, I’d get her out of my system and move on. But after having her once, I want more. She’s an addiction like I was afraid she would be.
Claire wiggles free from my grip and rolls off the bed. She grabs her bra and dress and slips them on. I see her panties on the ground and grab them. She doesn’t seem to be looking for them, so I slip them under my pillow.
She’s suddenly distant. What happened to that giggling, fun girl whose eyes were full of desire when she looked at me?
“Thanks for the good sex,” she says as she smooths her hair and wipes the mascara from beneath her eyes.
“Where are you going?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“I have classes in the morning.”
She leaves my room without saying anything else. I scramble to get my clothes on and chase after her. She’s already halfway down the stairs before I catch up. I didn’t even have time to put on my shoes. The floor is sticky on my bare feet. I crush popcorn and other people’s feet, apologizing as I go.
“Claire, what the hell?” I say, but the sound of my voice is soaked up by the music.
Her head swivels, looking for her friend. She finds her at the bottom of the stairs. The girl looks at Claire and smiles. I can just barely here her words when Claire talks to her. “I got my big dumb fuck for the night. We can go now.”
I stop in my tracks, my jaw falling open. Her friend glances at me and makes an oh shit face. She whispers something into Claire’s ear. Claire looks back at me over her shoulder. Our eyes lock. I try to remove any of the confusion and pain from them, staring at her blankly.
I’m still processing her words when I see flailing arms from the corner of my eye. I look over and see our team’s water boy choking. What happened between me and Claire is temporarily put on a shelf in my mind to deal with at another time. Right now I’m watching as the water boy’s face turns a frightening shade of blue.
I run over to him, slap him on the back, but nothing happens. I don’t know what to do as the guy starts to gag. He falls down and stops breathing. I kneel down next to him, trying to do something, but Claire comes up to us and shoves me out of the way. For such a small girl, she has a lot of power in that little body.
“Go catch a football,” she says to me in a cold, distant voice that makes me recoil. If anyone else had talked to me that way I would have told them to go fuck themselves, but with Claire, I’m at a loss for words. The sting of it hurts more than I want to admit.
Claire sits the man up and maneuvers herself behind him, bends him over slightly and wraps her arms around his chest in a bear hug. She squeezes and slightly lifts him despite the big size difference. Something, not sure exactly what it is, shoots from his throat onto the ground and he starts to puke. Claire is unfazed by the vomit as others around him take a step back, their faces contorted with disgust.
When he’s done puking, his eyes open and he gasps for air. I can see the relief on his face. His skin turns back to its normal shade of slightly sunburned.
Claire sits with him until the paramedics arrive shortly after. Someone must have called when they saw the guy choking. She explains to paramedics what happened. She seems to know one of the female EMTs who checks on the water boy. He doesn’t go to the hospital, and Claire doesn’t look at me even once as she follows the medic outside.
The party dies down. I continue to sit at the bottom of the stairs, forcing people to go around me until finally the place is mostly empty except for a handful of stragglers who will probably stay the night. The echoes of tonight’s game victory ring in my head as well as the defeat of Claire’s rejection. Finally, when it’s nearly three in the morning, I go back to my room and pass out in my bed.
