Fake Boyfriend

by Miley Maine

  What Loren was doing -- talking about her cousin, and not forcing me to talk, was really kind of her. Usually I would have found a way to be alone, but being around her was comforting.

  “I figured you would. I can tell how much you care. About everything. And I want to say thank you again for saving me, and even humoring me on this trip. This wedding had me more anxious than I realized, and knowing you’re there is going to make it so much easier.”

  My entire body relaxed. I was glad she told me about her cousin, but I needed a break from talking about my job. “I can’t promise any sophisticated mingling during the reception.”

  She moved her hand from my shoulder to my stomach. “I know you don’t believe me, but I promise you, they’ll be so glad I’ve brought home an accomplished Army Ranger. It’ll blow their minds.”

  “I can get behind a little family goading,” he said.

  She laughed, and the movement pressed her breasts against my back. My cock got rock hard in an instant. I grabbed her hand from where it was resting against my abs and pushed it lower, so she could feel my throbbing erection.

  The feel of her tiny hand on my engorged cock sent fireworks off in my body.

  She went with it, rubbing her hand up and down over it, and then curling her fingers over my cock on the outside of my shorts. I rolled my hips forward, seeking more friction. She moved her hand to the waistband of my shorts, and pushed her hand inside.

  As soon as her hand made contact with my cock, I grabbed her arm. Nice as it was, I didn’t want a handjob from Loren. I wanted to fuck her sweet pussy. I rolled over, surging forward and pressed my mouth to hers. I got her body under mine, hitching one of her legs up and wrapping it around my waist.

  My hand went straight to her shorts, where I dipped it inside her panties. Holy shit, she was already wet. I pressed one finger straight into her pussy. “You’re ready for me.”

  “All the time,” she said.

  Fuck. She was going to kill me.

  “Are you still sore?” I asked.

  “No. I’ve been waiting for this,” she said.

  I added a second finger. “Your tight virgin pussy is the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.”

  “Not a virgin anymore,” she proclaimed.

  “Yeah, because I fucked it.” I pulled my fingers from her body and rubbed them in circles over her clit. She bit down on my shoulder and cried out, “Jackson!”

  “There’s something else I’m going to teach you,” I said, taking my hand out of her shorts.

  “What’s that?” she asked.

  “You’re going to suck my cock.” Glad that I’d thought to shower before bed, I pushed my shorts off and dropped them on the tent floor. I got on my knees in front of her. “I can’t stand up in here, but I’ll kneel up. You're going to get on your hands and knees.”

  She sat up and started to crawl into position, but I stopped her. “I need you naked. I wish I could see you better, but turning on the lantern would only give everyone around here a show.” And I would not risk anyone else seeing her naked. She was for my eyes only.

  She pulled her hoodie off, and then her t-shirt. “Shorts too,” I said. “When we get to the hotel, I’m going to put you in front of a mirror and have you suck my cock.”

  “I can do that,” she said.

  I grabbed her and pulled her toward me. “You up for this?”

  “Yeah. I want to.”

  “Good. Now get back in front of me. Sit flat on the ground. I think that’ll work better.”

  She backed up and dropped down to sit on her backside, until her face was right in front of my cock. “Now take my cock in one hand.”

  She did, and the feel of her warm skin against my erection sent my pulse straight up. “Good. Now lick it.”

  She stuck her tongue out and licked all the way up my cock.

  “Even better. Now open your mouth. Stay still.” I put my hands on the side of her face, just barely holding on, and guided my cock into her mouth. I gave her a few more instructions, about how to cover her teeth, and then I pushed the tip of my cock into her warm mouth. “You feel amazing,” I said.

  She hummed in response, which sent a jolt of arousal straight up my spine. I pressed in again, a little more this time, giving her a chance to get used to the feeling.

  She wrapped her lips around my cock, forming a perfect O for me to thrust in and out of. “I’m not going to fuck your mouth. Not on your first time. But soon,” I promised her. “Now you try it. Suck my cock.”

  She licked her lips and brought her mouth forward again, licking and sucking up and down my cock. She twisted her hand, and added pressure with her mouth, sucking hard.

  “You're good at this, especially since it’s your first time to get down on your knees for a man.”

  “I have read a thing or two, and I have friends who like to talk.” She swirled her tongue around my cock. “I paid attention.”

  “Always full of sass,” I said.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Loren

  Not only was I not a virgin anymore, I had a man’s cock in my mouth. Jackson’s cock. And I’d done a pretty good job of it so far, if his reaction was anything to go by.

  To my surprise, the heavy weight of his cock turned me on. And so did the way he talked to me. I liked it when he told me how to suck his cock into my mouth.

  But now I was desperate for friction. Sitting on the floor of the tent, I didn’t have anything to grind against, but my core ached, ready to be filled with Jackson’s cock.

  I brought one hand up to squeeze his backside, and I tightened my lips around his huge cock. It throbbed in my mouth, seemingly getting even bigger.

  “Oh God. Loren, keep sucking. Don’t stop.”

  I redoubled my efforts until his hands tightened in my hair. “Okay. That’s great. I’m not going to come in your mouth. Not yet,” he said.

  He sank down to sit right in front of me. He grabbed my face and kissed me. “I want to be inside you.”

  “I want that too.”

  He picked me up and laid me on the sleeping bag. “Still can’t believe I fucked you for the first time in a tent.”

  “And I’m still glad you did.” My entire body was on fire with need.

  He put two fingers against my entrance and rubbed them back and forth. “You’re soaking wet.”

  “I don’t need the warm up tonight. I’m ready.”

  “I’ll decide when you’re ready.” He pushed his fingers in, spearing me. He thrust them in and out. “You are wet, but you’re still tight. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  I pushed back against him, seeking relief and his fingers plunged in and out of my body. He propped himself up on one elbow and hovered over me, lowering his head to my breast. “Yes,” I cried out. Even my nipples ached -- I was that turned on.

  He nipped the edge of my breast and then sucked on the skin, while he pinched my other nipple. I shoved my hips up. “Please,” I begged.

  He grabbed a condom from the backpack and rolled it on. “Do you want me inside you?”

  Heat rolled through my body, igniting every single nerve. “Yes, now please.”

  Jackson pressed inside, filling my pussy with his cock. He began to thrust, relieving the ache in my core. But then he stopped and pulled us both upright. He sat up, and pulled me into his lap. “I want you like this,” he said. “If we were in a bed, I’d lie down and have you ride me.”

  “We can do that next time.” I sat with my legs apart, straddling his lap, and he put his hands under my backside and lifted me, piercing my body with his cock once again. He set a rhythm, where he lifted the weight of my body, sliding my pussy up and down his cock.

  I placed my hands on his shoulders and did my best to hang on. All through college my friends had asked if I was glad I waited to have sex.. The answer was a definite yes. I was glad I’d held onto my virginity, because it meant my first time was with Jackson.

  In college, I’d heard from those same friends t
hat men were inconsiderate and uncaring in bed. I didn’t doubt them. They slept with idiot frat boys who spent all their time planning keg parties and beer pong games. Not that there was anything wrong with planning a party or two, but that was all they cared about, and to hear their girlfriends talk, they really sucked in bed.

  I’d found Jackosn just the opposite. I suspected losing my virginity to such an experienced man made all the difference. I laid my head on his shoulder and breathed in his masculine scent as he fucked me. He smelled like pine needles and cedar. And I never wanted to let him go.

  We settled into the Jeep for the drive to the wedding hotel. I wasn’t the most patient car rider in Georgia, but I’d never get antsy looking at the Alaskan landscape. The smell of a recent campfire clung to our clothes. I pulled my hoodie tighter around my body. I wasn’t ready to rejoin the real world. I’d liked my time with Jackson, hidden away from the world. I hadn’t seen any news, or watched any television.

  “I could have stayed there for another month,” I said. I really could have stayed permanently, but I didn’t want to creep Jackson out by making him think I was going to start following him around.

  Jackson had not only shown me how to clean and cook a fish, he’d also talked me through making fish jerky, so I’d be able to make my own once I had access to an oven.

  I pulled a ziplock bag full of deer jerky from his backpack. He’d made it on his last hunting trip and preserved it, so it was still good.

  I handed him a piece and bit into my own. “This is so much better than the packaged kind in the store.”

  “No preservatives,” he said. “Other than salt.” He glanced over at me. “Did you go into stores?”

  “Did I go into stores? What do you mean.”

  He kept his eyes on the road but took one hand off the steering wheel to gesture. “I assumed since you were wealthy, that you’d have someone to shop for you.”

  “Oh. That.” I’d been living in a kind of fantasy world again, where I was pretending I was a normal person out with a hot hunky guy, and not the crazy rich girl who didn’t do her own errands.

  His eyes cut back over to me. “Is that an offensive question?”

  “No. It’s not offensive. You’re not wrong. My parents have personal shoppers who do all the errands, and they have a chef. So if I did want or need something, I could call him.”

  “But you don’t want to?”

  “No. I mean, it’s convenient. I certainly would never complain. But during college I went to the store myself, and I got addicted to it.”

  “How do you get addicted to going to the store?”

  “Because the chef is world-class. But he makes frilly dinners that I’d never be able to replicate. Because I wanted to learn to cook for myself, and it’s easier to do when you start off at the beginning of the process. And because sometimes it’s embarrassing to have someone else buy the donuts and Cheez Its that you’re craving.

  “Your bodyguard went with you?”

  “Oh yeah. He followed me around while I picked between oatmeal milk and almond milk and while I learned how grapefruits and oranges look the same before they’re cut up.”

  “You’d never seen whole fruit?”

  “I’d seen plenty of it in a bowl. But the chef always served them already sliced,”

  Jackson was laughing and shaking his head.

  I covered my face with both hands. I was tempted to pull my shirt up over my head and hide. I poked him in the arm. “I am fully aware of how ridiculous I sound.”

  He snickered out loud then. “I’m not making fun of you. I’m really just trying to picture what it would be like to be so catered to by other people.” His right hand found my left on for a quick squeeze.

  “I wouldn’t blame you if you teased me. I’d probably tease myself.” I’d learned in college just how far from normal my life was.

  His hand came over to brush the hair off my face, then went right back to the wheel. “So tell me about this blue-blood family of yours. I’m meeting them soon, and I’m your fake boyfriend. How did we meet?”

  I turned in my seat to face him and squealed. “You’re right. I hadn’t even thought of that.”

  “Isn’t that the question families ask first when the daughter brings home a boyfriend?”

  “How would I know?”

  “Don’t look at me. Yours is the first family I’m meeting. Even though it’s fake.”

  “I still can’t believe no one’s snapped you up.”

  “Who said I would have allowed myself to be snapped?”

  I rolled my eyes and gave him a playful whack on the arm. “I just assumed someone would have tried.”

  “Oh they have.”

  “Now you’re just bragging.” I settled back into my seat. “So the story of how we met. We need to think of something good.” I rubbed my hands together. “You live on the base at Fort Benning. That’s not far from where my parents live. How about we say we met at the grocery store.”

  “The store that you just started going into.”

  “Right. My family knows I love the grocery store. They know I go in with my headphones and my list, and that I take my time.”

  “And I’m guessing this drives them crazy?”

  “Oh yes. I’d get back with all my bags -- reusable of course -- and I’d put them all over the counter top and they’d start yelling about germs and clutter.”

  “I guess they didn’t know groceries came in bags?” he asked, and I could see that Jackson was trying to hide his grin.

  “Nope. In their world, groceries come from the fully stocked pantry, or more likely from the butler’s tray that’s served.”

  We both erupted into laughter.

  “But if we met before the airport, this Micahel bodyguard would have been trailing along behind you.”

  “You’re right. You’re pretty good at this.”

  He tapped his temple. “Tactical mind.”

  I pushed at his shoulder playfully. “If you ever retire from the military, you should go into matchmaking.” I put my arm on the window and stared out, hoping the green hills would give me some insight into lying to my family. “You’re right. I just left my security behind for this trip. He’d have noticed -- and told my dad -- if I’d been seeing anyone.”

  “Maybe we were sneaking around?”

  “I’m not that sneaky, and everyone in my family knows it,” I said.

  “Let’s just tell the truth. That’s always the simplest answer.”

  “How would that work?”

  “Everything is the same, except the part where this is fake,” he said.

  I wondered then if it had to be fake. If there was any way that he’d ever consider making it real. It didn’t seem likely, and I wasn’t going to spoil our trip by asking. At least not yet.

  “It’s a good story by itself. You upgraded my seat, we sat together on the plane, and we spent the next five hours flying to Seattle, and then another three hours flying to Anchorage.” He tapped on the dashboard. “Done. Perfect.”

  “But you will not mention the attempted purse jacking.”

  “Right. I’ll say we hit it off on the plane, and asked you out.”

  “Yes! That’s great.”

  “And your family is not going to have me secretly assassinated because I took you on an overnight camping trip the same day I met you?” he asked.

  “No. And even if they were mad, they won’t blame you. They'll be thrilled to see that I’ve brought a date with me. Just watch.”

  “Okay. I’ll take your word for it,” Jackson said, but I could tell he didn’t believe me. That was fine. He’d find out soon enough.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Jackson

  The hotel for the wedding looked about like I’d expected it to. A four-storey rugged-looking inn that overlooked the water of Prince William Sound, on the east side of the Kenai Peninsula. Parts of it looked like a postcard. But it stood alone, the only building for miles, imposing in its size. In
the right lighting, it could probably look like a haunted mansion. And it was no doubt expensive as hell.

  I pulled the Jeep into the empty parking lot. “There aren’t any cars here.”

  “My family rented this place for the full week,” Loren said. “So I have the entire day to find the best places for the photos. Are you up for helping?”

  “Isn’t that what a good boyfriend would do?” I asked.

  She stuck her tongue out at me, and I caught her around the waist and lifted her in the air while she laughed and threw her arms around me. “I can think of better things to do with that tongue,” I whispered into her ear.

  She shuddered against me as I lowered her back to the pavement.

  “Don’t tempt me,” she said, leaning in close to me. “You look really hot in these jeans, and you’re about to help me lug my camera equipment around.” Her lips brushed over the edge of my ear. “So I would happily get down on my knees right here in this parking lot.”

  My cock was so hard it hurt. “And then what would you do?”

  “I’d unbutton your pants.” Her voice was raspy in my ear. “Then I’d unzip them. And then I’d suck your cock again.”

  Despite her lack of experience, Loren had turned out to be quite the vixen. I had to let go of her and turn back toward the Jeep to adjust myself. I leaned my forehead against hers. “I will happily take you up on that. But not out here. Once we’re in our room.”

  “You don’t want anyone watching me go down on my knees for you?” She asked.

  I would rip the head off anyone who tried. “Fuck no.” I picked up her camera bag. “Let’s get started. Take your wallet with you. We’ll leave the rest of the stuff in the car.” If I didn’t find a distraction pretty quickly, I was going to come in my pants like a teenager.

  “Raincheck then,” she said, pressing her body against mine in a quick embrace before stepping away.

  I exhaled. “Tell me where to haul this equipment.”