Pretend Love Romance by Penny Wylder
Claire
A few things register as I’m walking into AJ’s massive house. First, it’s enormous. And second, for being such a beautiful home, it’s sparsely decorated. There are no pictures on the walls, or anything that would make the place feel like a home. There’s no warmth to it, just some nice pieces of furniture. I picture him living up on this hill alone, afraid to come down because of the mobs of people, like Edward Scissorhands or Frankenstein’s monster. I know that’s not the case, of course. He adores his fans, and he probably has a new girl in his home every night.
I’m surprised by the tightness in my throat that image conjures. I don’t want to think about him with other women in his bed. Right now, I just want to think about me in his bed.
I follow him up a dramatic staircase to the second story of his house. There are floor to ceiling windows looking over the lake, and it’s stunning. His bedroom is the size of my apartment, just as sparsely decorated as the living area downstairs. Aside from a dresser and a nightstand, the only furniture in this giant room is a cozy-looking king California king-sized bed. About the only comfortable thing in his house.
He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and tosses me onto the bed. I laugh as I bounce. A girl could get lost in this thing. It’s so plush with all of the billowy blankets and pillows.
Moments later he’s on top of me. He undresses me with rapt attention. He looks like he’s about to lift off my top but goes for my pants instead. It’s like he doesn’t know where to start. My scrub pants come down smoothly, and he tosses them on the floor. His big hands trace my calves up my body and stop at my panties. Then he tugs those down too, inhaling a sharp breath. His hands rub up my tummy and grab my breasts before pulling my shirt over my head. His mouth finds my nipple and sucks it through the lace of my bra. My nerves sizzle as his tongue laps at me. He moves from one nipple to the other until I’m frantic and grabbing at his clothes. He pulls himself up on his knees and takes off his shirt. His erection is hard and straining through his pants, and I can’t help but reach out and touch, feeling the heat and firmness through the denim. He hisses through his teeth as I rub his erection, and then scrambles out of his pants and boxers. He opens up a small drawer in his bedside table and pulls out a condom. He pulls the drawer completely out, as well. It falls to the floor with a crash, but he hardly notices as he rolls on the condom. He dives onto the bed once the condom is on, and then he’s lying on the bed beside me, both of us naked now. Then things come to an abrupt stop. We’re just looking at each other. All frantic energy momentarily stilled. It’s like we’ve time traveled back to college, and being in this situation again is both strange and familiar. The corner of his mouth crooks up, and then he grabs me. He pulls me on top of him, grabs my ass, plunders my mouth, before rolling me onto my back again. He hovers over me, trapping me in the cage of his arms. His dark eyes are wide, his gaze drinking in my face, my curves, my breasts, and lingering on the cleft between my legs a while before sliding back up to my eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” he says with awe and whimsy. Men always tell me I’m beautiful, but none have ever said it the way AJ did. For the first time in my life I feel seen.
I put my hands on his cheeks, running my fingers along his scars. He’s a gladiator, breaking his body for sport, for the entertainment of others. “So are you.”
His lips smash into mine in possibly the most heated kiss I’ve ever experienced. I run my nails down his back, grasping his hips as he pushes his hard-on against me, but not yet inside of me. I want it.
I spread my legs wider and reach between our bodies to take his cock into my hand. It’s so big there’s no way I could ever wrap my fingers fully around it. My breathing rushes out of me in anticipation. I remember what it’s like to be filled up by him, the slight twinge of pain from the sheer size, and how the head punched at my cervix with his thrusts. It was the most thorough beating my pussy has ever taken and I loved every minute of it.
I bring his cock to my pussy and rub the head up and down my slit. I feel his hips pump into me as I thoroughly coat him with my wet pussy. I position him at my entrance and let go, allowing him to take over. The first inch has me moaning in anticipation. Just the head inside me leaves me feeling dizzy, and my pussy practically clenches, begging for more. He pulls back just a bit, before pushing in a little more. As much as I yearn to feel him filling me up, I’m grateful he’s taking a little time. Again and again he gives me a bit more before pulling out. I don’t know what’s better: the feeling of him inside me or the delicious drag when he pulls out. I’m greedy and impatient, so I start thrusting into him, urging his to go faster, go farther. Finally, he bottoms out, and I feel fuller than I’ve ever felt before. “Oh, God, you’re so big,” I say.
“It still surprises me how well your tiny pussy takes it. You’re so tight,” he moans.
I won’t be tight by the time he’s done with me. I’m shocked that I recovered after the first time he pummeled me.
He pushes into me again and again, hard and deep, but slow. He lifts my legs over his shoulders, bending me in a position that allows him to go deeper. I cry out. If I weren’t so turned on, this might hurt, but right now all I feel is the ache of my impending orgasm.
The room fills with wet suction sounds and my screams as he drills into me. He sucks my nipple into his mouth. The sensation causes a lightning storm in every nerve ending in my body.
He rolls me over so I’m on top of him. I ride him, bouncing up and down, impaling myself, grinding down low so my swollen clit gets the attentions it’s screaming for. I’m rolling my hips, completely delirious, only feeling the orgasm building inside me and his fingers, digging into my hips. He bites his lip and groans loudly. He wraps his massive arms around me and thrusts hard and deep. I scream so loud the sound echoes in my head. My first orgasm rips through me so hard that my legs start to spasm. He holds me down so I can’t escape as the muscles in my pussy convulse around his cock.
“Holy shit.” They’re the only words that come to mind as my body continues to be rocked from my climax.
I start to climb off of him, but he holds me tight with a devilish grin. “I’m not done with you yet. I’ve been waiting for the last eight years for this opportunity and I’m not going to let you go until neither of us are able to walk.
I return the grin and say, “Bring it on.”
I laugh and giggle as he easily flips me over onto my hands and knees. “Look at that perfect ass,” he says. I gasp with surprise when he gives my butt a good, hard slap. He massages my ass cheeks, spreading them apart and pushing them together. I close my eyes and revel in the way he rubs my back and shoulders, loosening up the tension.
He slowly rocks into me. I’m soaked from my orgasm and so he slips easily in and out. His thrusts come with more force. He spanks me again, hard. He pulls out, kissing the stinging flesh. My eyes spring open when his kisses turn to bites and licks and make their way to my pussy. He spreads my pussy lips open, tongue-fucking the delicate flesh. Damn, he has a long tongue, and holy fuck, it feels incredible. He sucks my clit until I start to shake. He keeps me on the verge of yet another orgasm, but doesn’t quite let me get to that point.
I try to pull away from him when his tongue slides up my crack. “What are you doing?” I gasp.
“Whatever I want,” he says in a husky voice. “Now bend over.”
He pushes me down. My head is buried in the pillow and my mind is panicking when the tip of his tongue starts to roll around my butthole. I feel so vulnerable in this position. It’s so embarrassing. I’m used to human anatomy. I’m used to seeing naked people for exams, but I’m definitely not used to me being the one on display.
“Wait,” I tell him and try to get up, but he holds me down.
“Close your eyes and relax. Let your body do all the thinking. Shut your mind off.”
I close my eyes, trying to do as he says. As his tongue continues to explore that forbidden area, I shut my mind off and only think about the feeling he’s giving me. And oh God, it’s miraculous. My pussy drips onto the bed, soaking the sheets.
When he’s done, my whole body feels open and weightless. How can I ever be with another man after knowing the pleasures of this one?
He sinks into me again, the force of his thrusts driving me into the mattress. I scream but the sound of it is muffled by the pillow. An orgasm suddenly rips into me, causing my whole body to convulse. And then he’s picking me up by my hips, lifting my back end into the air while my face is still buried in the pillow. He’s standing up, hammering into me with all his force. I’m screaming for him not to stop as I’m racked by yet another orgasm. It starts at my core and radiates through my entire body, a lightning bolt through my limbs that shoots to the tips of my fingers and toes, leaving them numb. He pulls out, dropping me onto the bed. I’m enveloped in a magnificent haze, every muscle in my body like jelly. AJ positions a knee on either side of my waist, and I see him rip off the condom. He takes his cock in one hand and cups his balls with the other. He starts stroking himself furiously. The veins in his neck are popping, and his face is completely flushed. He grunts through clenched teeth and my eyes are level with the swollen head of his cock. His body is amazing, hard and chiseled to perfection. I stick out my tongue to taste him, and he hisses, stroking faster until his thighs are completely taut and his hand stills. Ropes of cum shoot out at my face, landing on my cheek and in my open mouth. He groans as I swallow it down and lick my lips. He crumples down beside me.
He shakes his head and smiles, his words shaky and breathless. “You’re too goddamn hot for your own good, you know that?”
I shrug and smile. I’m too tired to care that I’m lying in my own wet spot. The exhaustion of a long day and great sex rushes over me. There’s no way I can keep my eyes open long enough for him to take me home.
His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his warm body. Though he’s all hard muscle, my body fits comfortably against him. The moment I close my eyes, I slip into a deep, content oblivion.
* * *
I wake up the next morning in the cocoon of AJ’s arms. His breathing is heavy, his weight crushing yet comfortable. Though he’s passed out, his hard cock presses against my naked backside. I want more of what I had last night. I crave it.
I start to rub against him, slowly rolling my rips, letting his hard cock slip and slide against my wet pussy. His arm twitches, his legs readjust, subtle signs of him starting to wake up. He nuzzles his face into my hair.
His breath is warm on the back of my neck. “Looks like the naughty dream I was having is about to come true.
He lets out a frustrated sound. “I’m out of condoms,” he says.
“I didn’t bring any with me either.” I wish I had but I definitely didn’t foresee the night ending up here.
“Don’t worry,” he says.
His cock slips between my thighs, rubbing against my pussy lips, but not going inside. He reaches around to touch my clit. I spread my legs, giving him access. I want him inside of me, I crave that fullness. I’m an addict. But this feels good too, and I don’t want him to stop.
His fingers push into me. My head rolls back and I moan.
He bites my ear lobe. In a low voice, he says, “You like that?”
My throat is dry; I can barely speak. Instead, I nod.
“What about this?” He puts a third finger in and it feels as full as when his cock is inside me.
“Yes.” The word is barely a whisper.
His fingers pull out of me, and I’m suddenly empty. That, I don’t like.
His slippery fingers rub across my asshole. My breath hitches as he easily slides the tip of one of them past the barrier.
“What about that?” he asks. I can hear the anticipation in his voice. He wants me to like it. I’m not sure if I do. It’s uncomfortable, awkward. Foreign.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“Roll onto your back.”
He pulls his finger out. The sensation lingers. It doesn’t hurt by any means, but it’s strange.
I roll over like he asked. He spreads my legs. My head falls back against the pillow when he starts to softly glide his tongue against my clit.
“Oh my God.” The words moan out of me. His tongue is magic. A lot of guys will use a stiff tongue when they go down on me, flicking the sensitive area. I’ll humor them with sounds, but they don’t get it. They’re clueless. AJ, on the other hand, seems to know exactly what to do. He relaxes his tongue, leaving it flat and just slowly massages it, using his head to move it instead of the muscle of his tongue.
He uses the abundant juices leaking from me to lube his finger again. When he slips it into my asshole this time, it’s different. Maybe it’s the attention to my clit that helps things along, but fuck, it’s good.
The constant leak of my pussy keeps his finger nice and wet so that is slips in and out with ease. I feel the pressure of an orgasm start to build. My muscles contract around his finger.
“You like that finger in your ass, don’t you?” he says.
“I love it,” I admit.
“Come for me baby,” he says, and sucks my clit into his mouth, giving it the thorough sucking it needs to push me over the edge. My hips buck and thrash as I’m pulled into one of the most explosive orgasms I’ve ever had.
He pulls his finger out, and kneels in front of me. He puts his cock between my thighs, but doesn’t go inside of me. Instead, he presses my legs together, trapping his cock between my thighs, fucking them. The head of his cock protrudes only a few times before he’s shooting cum across my tits.
We’re both breathing heavy. He collapses on the bed beside me.
I raise my hand, fending off the intrusive sun coming through the window. The reflection of it coming off of the lake seems to make the light blaze even brighter. AJ’s large frame had been blocking it. Or maybe I was too busy in the throes of pleasure to notice before, but now it slices into my retinas.
AJ hands me a towel off the floor to clean the cum off of my chest, then grabs the top sheet and wraps it around his waist. As he walks over to the window to shut the curtains, I notice him limping.
“What’s wrong with your leg?” He seems to mull over the question while he’s closing the curtains.
“Oh this?” He taps his knee. “It’s nothing.”
He’s deflecting. I know there’s something wrong but he doesn’t want to tell me. I don’t push him. It’s none of my business.
He walks over to the bed and kisses my cheek. “Care to join me in the bath?”
I stretch languorously across the bed. “That sounds nice.”
Inside his bathroom is the biggest tub I’ve ever seen. It looks more like a hot tub with the jets. He turns on the tap and squeezes bubble bath into the tub. Pine scented steam surrounds us. AJ takes my hand as I step into the bathtub; it’s quite high. He follows me and sits down. I settle between his legs, my back to his chest. As the water level rises, AJ rubs bubbles over my shoulders and down my chest. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.
“You haven’t changed a bit since college,” he says.
“I have a bit.” In college I never would have stayed after sex. It was my mission not to ever get involved with guys. Sex was okay, but I never wanted it to evolve into anything more. As AJ kisses my neck, I start to feel that familiar uncomfortable feeling creeping up. His kisses are more intimate than sexual, which triggers a flight response in me.
I shove those confusing feelings aside by changing the subject. “Why a clinic?” I ask.
“For you, of course.” His answer is instant. No hesitation, no thought behind it. He’s telling the truth. He did this for me, but why?
I turn to face him, the water sloshing around me. “You’re serious?”
His deadpan expression tells me he is.
“Who does that? Who invests millions of dollars for a woman they slept with once in college?”
Anger and fear well up inside of me, though I’m not sure why. The emotions start a confusing battle in my head that overwhelm me, and all I know is that I need to get out of here and calm down.
He’s trying to explain but I hear none of it as I get out of the bath and grab an enormous body towel on my way out of the bathroom. He gets out of the tub to follow me but is slowed down by the stiffness in his leg. The doctor in me wants to stop and make sure he’s all right, try to examine him to see how I can help. But the rest of me, the confused woman, wants to get out of here as soon as possible.
“Please, Claire, will you just stop and listen to me?”
I can’t. I need out.
I throw on the scrubs I wore from last night, not bothering to put my bra, socks, or panties back on. Instead I shove them into my various pockets and call for a car as I’m trotting down the stairs.
He’s still upstairs. I can hear him cursing and struggling to get dressed. I know enough about ligament injuries (I assume that’s the trouble with his leg given his profession) to realize that they are always the most stiff and painful after waking. When the body rests it causes the ligaments to stiffen and it can be excruciatingly painful to move without stretching them out first.
The car arrives shortly. I imagine it’s never difficult to get any kind of service in this neighborhood.
“Claire, it’s not what you think,” he calls down to me.
“I’m done,” I tell him. “I got my big dumb fuck. I’m good for another decade.”
He stops trying to explain. I look up at the top of the stairs. He’s shirtless with only a pair of boxer briefs on. With all his muscle he looks like some kind of Greek god standing at the top of his throne. The pain in his eyes guts me. There’s physical pain there, but there’s something else there too that makes him look tortured.
I swallow hard and leave.
As the car pulls away from the house my mood darkens and I’m drowned in sadness. I just ruined the best thing that has ever happened to me. I tell myself that it’s my job at the Hope Center that I’m worried about, but that’s not entirely true.
I look out the window and watch the beautiful scene of Lake Michigan fly by as tears spill down my cheek.
