I Super Don't: An Enemies to Lovers Fake Fiance Romance

by Jamie Knight

  “Has anyone ever tasted you before?” I shake my head. “Well then, let me be the first,” he smirks.

  Starting with the tips of my shoulders, Jameson kisses his way down my body. He kisses my chest, breasts, nipples, stomach, hips, all the way down until reaching my thighs. He pushes my knees apart, opening me up to be explored.

  He brings his face right to my pussy entrance, his hot breath tickling my folds. His tongue is next, flattening against me and licking up my slit. I arch my back, balling the covers in my fists. He keeps going, fucking me with his tongue, tasting my pussy.

  He hums against my center, creating vibrations that exhilarate me. Jameson holds my hips down to keep me from falling off the bed. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking on it.

  I dig my nails further into the mattress. I rub my cheek against the blankets, feeling the white-hot tendrils of my orgasm filling me up. My pussy quivers. My breathing picks up, and I close my eyes tight while I grind my pussy against Jameson’s magical mouth.

  My body comes down from the heights it climbed. My heart going back to its original rhythm. He grabs a condom from the dresser next to the bed and slides it on. The moment Jameson moves back on top of me, my heartbeat picks back up. He is so dazzling.

  “How are you so…” he trails off, not finishing his question.

  I wrap my leg around his waist, pulling him closer to me. His dick is resting between my legs, but it’s not yet inside me. I raise my hips to entice him.

  “Are we going to…?” I start.

  I’m sure he picks up on what I mean. I’ve never seen myself as a wanton person, but Jameson has brought it all out of me. I want him to enjoy this as much as I have. His erection looked angry, like he needed to be relieved as soon as possible.

  “I’ll start off slow since this is your first time. I don’t want to hurt you or anything.”

  I don’t think he would, not on purpose anyway. I mean there’s still the chance that he breaks my heart, but I don’t want to think about that right now.

  I feel his cockhead probe my entrance before he slowly begins to slide inside of me. It’s definitely a tight fit, my pussy muscles contracting almost immediately.

  “Take a deep breath,” Jameson grunts.

  I inhale and then exhale, letting out a long breath. It does help to calm me down. My body feels a little less tight, but as Jameson continues to push forward, there’s some discomfort. There isn’t much to be done on that front.

  I do my best not to tense up again. I widen myself up by bending my other leg and planting my foot on the top of the bed. He manages to fully fit himself inside of me. He stops for a little bit to catch his breath, and I pick my head up to peck him on the lips. Jameson kisses me back harder, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I can feel the passion in him and how much he’s holding back for my benefit. I hope if we get the chance to do this again, he will show me everything he’s got.

  Our tongues dance in each other’s mouths, and I can taste the remnants of my myself on him. While we kiss, he pulls his hips back, slowly moving his shaft out of me before starting the process all over again. He keeps to his word, taking it slow. I feel every ridge and bump of his cock grinding against my walls.

  I never want this night to end. I could spend an infinite amount of time wrapped up in his arms. His hand goes down to where we’re connected and starts to play with my clit. I arch my back, my body pressing further into his. I’m about to come for the third time in one night. Jameson has played my body like an instrument, perfectly plucking at the pleasure centers to ignite me.

  “Are you going to come for me, Jenny?”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “Come on,” he commands. The circle he’s drawing get more and more violent until I can’t hold back any longer. My toes curl as my orgasm rips through me.

  “Jameson!” I scream.

  He does a few more pumps and spills into me, his cum flowing in hot bursts, filling up the condom. There’s so much a little bit drips on to my thigh. He collapses on top of my body, his weight kind of a comfort.

  He stays on top of me for some time, seemingly not ready to move. His mouth is close to my ear, so I can hear his breathing even out.

  “Jameson?”

  “Right, sorry,” he sighs.

  Rolling off of me, his dick leaves my pussy. Even though I’m the one who kind of asked him to move, I miss his weight on me.

  I look over at him, but his eyes are closed. It doesn’t seem like he’s asleep. I mean would he fall asleep that fast? I’m having so many emotions, but maybe it would be weird to talk about them, especially right after sex.

  Since he’s not saying much of anything, I do my best to carefully get off the bed. But, I can’t be totally sound free, so as my feet touch the floor, I hear, “Where are you going?” I turn my head to see Jameson’s eyes trained on me. He has a curious look on his face.

  “I was just going to go to the bathroom real quick,” I explain.

  “But you’ll be back?”

  “Uh, yeah,” I respond.

  Jameson nods and then closes his eyes again. I wonder what that was all about.

  I’m still on the edge of the bed and realize I don’t have any clothes to put on. I’m going to have to make this trip totally naked. For some reason that’s giving me some anxiety. Like I know that Jameson just did some of the most intimate private things to my body, but that doesn’t make me feel any less weird.

  I back at him again. His eyes are still closed. Maybe he won’t look. Or if he does, should I really be so concerned? He clearly likes me or at least finds me sexually appealing.

  I decide to just go for it, stepping off the bed and heading for the door. I leave Jameson’s room and make my way to the bathroom. My whole body is abuzz. I can’t believe I just had sex with Jameson Kendrick! This crush that I’ve harbored for years must have meant something. I know us meeting again is more coincidence than anything, but maybe there’s also purpose.

  Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I give my body a small inspection. I see the parts on my skin where he bit me. It didn’t feel like he bit down hard enough to leave a mark, but I guess I was so tied up in everything else that was happening, I hadn’t even noticed.

  I take a seat on the toilet, doing what I came here to do. I finish up and flush, going to the sink and washing my hands. I’m kind of nervous about going back to Jameson’s room. I know he said he wanted me to come back, but was he just being nice?

  I leave the bathroom and walk outside. I wander all the way until I’m standing directly in front of his door. I don’t go for the knob immediately, worried I might be making a mistake.

  But he told me to come back.

  I push through and open the door. He’s still on the bed, eyes closed. Which means that he’s still undressed, fully naked, sprawled on the top of the covers. I join him on the bed but get under the covers. I don’t think he’s going to turn over and cuddle with me. Maybe this is a casual thing. I did say I wanted to do the friends-with-benefits idea he suggested, and that implies casual.

  I turn on my side and fall asleep. I’m not about to get all in my head about this.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jameson

  I wake up the next morning, and Jenny isn’t right beside me. I know she came back to my room last night, I was still awake when she did. Maybe I should have said something after. It was her first time and everything. I made sure to go slow, I didn’t want to scare or hurt her, but I kind of closed myself off after.

  I get out of bed and put on some clothes. Jenny took her underthings from my room. She even made her side of the bed. I’m not going to lie, I was beyond surprised when she made the first move. I was all ready to try and woo her like my sister suggested. I had no idea where to start, but I was ready.

  Maybe I still should. It would be nice to be able to have Jenny in my life, at least for now. I want this whole thing to be fun for her as well.

  I hear some noise in the kitchen,
and, when I go there, I see Jenny making breakfast. A considerable amount of breakfast. There’s stuff all over the counter: flour, butter, eggs, bacon. She’s gliding back and forth, earphones in. Her shorts are very short, giving me a nice view of her ass as she sways it to the music. I don’t want to be too much of a creeper, so I make my presence known.

  “Hey.”

  Jenny jumps a little, taking both earbuds out. She turns to look at me.

  “Oh, hi Jameson.” She smiles. It’s a little nervous, but she doesn’t look angry or anything. I was a little worried she might not be super happy with me, but it looks like we’re good.

  “What ‘cha doing?”

  “I thought you might like something to eat.” She shrugs. She has a pan in one hand, and she places it on the stove.

  “Oh, really?”

  She’s the most thoughtful person I’ve ever been with. I never really stoked those fires in people before. Probably because I engaged in a whole bunch of one-night stands. This relationship is already the most significant one I’ve ever had.

  Which means I should help out with breakfast. It’s really the least I can do.

  “How can I help?” I ask.

  Jenny looks at me like I have two heads. “You want to help me cook?”

  “Yeah, I can be useful outside of football,” I joke.

  She chuckles and motions for me to come over. She tells me what to do. It feels a little like football, and Jenny’s the coach. We get through making breakfast, and soon the table is set. We sit down across from one another, and I look at all the yummy food we have in front of us.

  “You know, I’m not sure when the last time I ate at this table was. When I first moved to this apartment, my family and I broke it in by having a big family dinner, and then my sister would come over sometimes, but that all kind of stopped when I went into my wild bad boy phase.”

  “Well, now that changes.” Jenny digs into the food on her plate, and I follow suit. The food is absolutely delicious. Jenny’s made a lot of fun little things to put on our plates, like little mini quiches made with bread, and a small breakfast wrap.

  I finish everything on my plate and then help Jenny clean up. Once we’re done, she leans against the counter.

  “Do you have any plans tonight?” I ask.

  “No,” she shakes her head.

  “Wanna come to my game?”

  Her eyes go wide as she bites her bottom lip. “Like your football game?”

  “That’s the only sport I get paid to play.”

  She doesn’t talk for a few seconds, considering my question.

  “Uh, yeah, I guess I could come to the game.”

  I let out a long breath. I didn’t realize how much I actually wanted her to be there. Like I said before, it’d be weird if my fiancée wasn’t there. That’s probably why I was so worried about it. But she’s coming, so I can calm down.

  *****

  A few hours later, I drop Jenny off in the Leviathan’s VIP box, and she seems comfortable enough. There are some people there from the dinner last night she had met, so she goes to hang around them.

  I head to warmups and then to my locker to get into my football gear. A few of the guys are huddled, and I am clearly not welcome. It’s neither here nor there. I need to stay focused. This game is the game where I prove myself. Last year, I was the rookie and didn’t get a chance to show them that I can be a useful member of this team. It was my fault, getting into my accident and being a dick, but this season is different. I’m a new person, and I am here to play.

  “Okay, team, huddle up!”

  Coach Kramer’s voice travels through the whole locker room. Everyone goes to him, making the huddle he called for.

  “This is our first game of the season. What we’re going to do is we’re going to play well, we’re going to give it our all, and we’re here to win! Go out on that field and dominate the other team!”

  His speeches before games are always short, but effective. I feel revved up and ready to take home this win. I mean this is our home turf we have to win here.

  I have to play my best game yet.

  *****

  The timer runs out on the last quarter, and I take my helmet off immediately. I can’t believe how easy and effortless that just was. I barely thought about my shoulder the whole game. And, to top it all off, we fucking won. I know that practices were going well, but I never expected for an actual game to go so well.

  I look towards the box where Jenny is and wonder. Could it be her? I know I casually said she was my good luck charm, but maybe it’s the truth. A lot of players throughout time have had superstitious beliefs. There could be something to it, right?

  We all head back to the locker room, and I go straight to my locker. I want to go get Jenny, so we can get out of here. Maybe we’ll be able to dodge the paparazzi if we’re fast enough.

  I’m covered in sweat, my uniform sticking to my body. I know I’ll have to shower before heading out. I always do, but, usually, I wasn’t in such a hurry. I just don’t want to keep Jenny waiting for too long.

  I’m having trouble getting all my gear off. That’s not unusual. All my sweat – and it’s a lot of sweat – has soaked through everything I’m wearing. I’m struggling to get my jersey off when I feel someone behind me.

  “Hey, Irish Whiskey.”

  I can tell it’s Lloyd just from his voice. Peter Lloyd, one of the linebackers, and someone who very much does not like me.

  “Hey, Lloyd.”

  I’m not sure what he wants, but I hope it isn’t anything too serious. I never asked Jenny what the two of them talked about. I got too distracted by what Coach Kramer had said to me, and the way that dress hugged her curves. It was a sight I will never forget.

  “I just wanted to tell you, good game.” He offers me a hand, and I look at it reluctantly. This is not what I was expecting.

  “Uh, thanks,” I say. I bring my hand up and shake his.

  “Also, I really like your fiancée, Jenny?” I nod. “I hope you’re off that stupid shit. You know she’s way too good for you, right?” He chuckles, so I know he’s joking, but there is some truth to it. Jenny is a way better person than me.

  “I’m doing my best.”

  “Cool, I’ll see you at practice, then.” He walks away, leaving me a little confused about what just happened. It’s for sure a good thing that Lloyd is offering this olive branch. That’s what it is, I think. He’s never really approached me to casually talk like that or complimented me on a game.

  Looks like I’m slowly winning everyone over.

  I get my gear off and head to the shower. Even though I had a good game that doesn’t mean I’m any less bruised. I’ll probably need to take an ice bath later to soothe the fire in my muscles. I finish up and put on my street clothes. After exiting the locker room, I run into Jenny immediately.

  “Hey!” A huge smile breaks across her face.

  “Hey! I didn’t feel like waiting up in the box, so I thought I’d come meet you down here.”

  “That’s nice, are you ready to head out?”

  “Mmhm.” I walk over to her, and we head out side by side. I don’t know if we’re on the level of casual physical intimacy. Yeah, we just had sex last night, but our engagement is still fake, and Jenny is very good at hiding her feelings. I had no idea she was interested in me until she was standing practically naked in my kitchen.

  Also, I really don’t want to screw any of this up, so I’ll just play it safe.

  We leave the cordoned off area, and the paparazzi are just there. It’s not too surprising that they’re here, they are literal hawks, but I really thought we might be able to outrun them.

  “Jameson, what’s it like being back?” Since the question isn’t too annoying or intrusive, I decide to answer.

  “It’s pretty good. I was a little worried my first game back wasn’t going to be a lot harder but having my fiancée up in the stands really helped.” I bring Jenny into a side hug. Her hand goes
to my chest, so she doesn’t fall. Even though I end the hug, I keep my hand around her shoulder, not totally minding the feeling of her body pressed against mine.

  “Jenny, how’s your engagement so far?”

  “It’s going amazing. I said yes to this guy for a reason.”

  One of the things that surprises me the most about Jenny is how well she performs in front of the paparazzi. Our matchup was beyond random, but it’s worked out better than I could have ever imagined.

  There are more questions being thrown at us, but I would very much like to get us back home. There are a few things I’d like to do with her, and it’ll work better if we’re alone.

  “Sorry, guys, but we’ve got to get home.”

  I whisk Jenny away to the car. She’s giggling by the time we’re at the convertible. She goes for the passenger’s side, but I lightly grab her arm, bringing her to the driver’s side.

  “You should drive.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  I throw the keys to her, and she catches them with ease. She starts the car and pulls out of the parking spot. She gets on to the road, and our drive home commences.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “Very, but I’ll probably need an ice bath first. I’m a little more sore than usual tonight.”

  “Oh, are you in a lot of pain?” She’s looking between me and the road. She seems rather concerned which wasn’t what I was going for.

  “I’ll be fine. It’s just the usual, you know.”

  “Yeah, but still, it sucks if you’re feeling like crap.”

  I’m not going to lie, the fact that Jenny is so insistent on being worried about my wellbeing is making me feel good. At least she cares about me. Or maybe it’s that sports medicine degree coming out.

  “Well, you can make me some of that delicious hot chocolate. I’m sure it’ll make me feel better.”

  She blushes but doesn’t say anything. I must have rendered her speechless. I get comfortable in my seat. I was hoping to get in some fun times with Jenny tonight, but I don’t want to make her stay up, so I can go through my post-game relaxation. If I don’t, my body will feel like shit tomorrow.