Make-Believe Marriage

by CA Quigg

  Just when I was ready to beg for release, his warm mouth clamped over my clit through the sheer fabric of my thong.

  My lips parted, and a strangled sound came from me. The feel of the abrasive material brushing against my sensitive skin as he sucked led me to the edge, right on the precipice.

  Don't stop , I chanted in my mind. Never stop . His fingers brushed against my inner thigh, and he moved the material covering my entrance out of his way. My hips flexed asking for more, and when his fingers circled my opening, I cried out.

  "Please, Caden, please."

  He pressed one finger and then another into me, and moved them in and out with a painful slowness while the tip of his tongue gently grazed my clit. The glide of his knowing fingers against my swollen pussy walls sent me to the stars and left me wanting to sob and scream simultaneously. I tried to stay still, tried to focus on his fingers, but my pelvis had other ideas and rocked against him, desperate for relief.

  My inner walls clamped around him, holding his fingers inside, and when he wiggled his fingertips against my most sensitive spot, I sat upright and held his hand between my thighs.

  "Caden. Oh, God, Caden," I chanted.

  Every sensation in my body zeroed in on my clit until my body erupted. I shook, screamed, cried, and begged.

  The feelings overwhelmed me, and I attempted to push him away, but Caden shook his head no and continued to pump his fingers and move his tongue.

  And when I thought, I couldn't take anymore, my orgasm found momentum, and another round of shocks overtook me. While his fingers kept up the constant rhythm inside my pussy, his tongue flicked back and forth, like some kind of sexual metronome keeping a salacious beat.

  I sobbed and rocked against him. Begging him to stop. Begging him to never stop.

  Drained, I fell back onto the mattress, breathless but not sated. Shattered but not tired. I wanted more, more, more.

  Caden owned me.

  Completely owned me.

  "God, you're something else when you come."

  He eased his fingers from me but continued to tease my engorged clit by making small circles until the last aftershock rumbled through my body.

  I couldn't speak, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Wasn't I the one supposed to be seducing him, teasing him, controlling him? How did he get the upper hand?

  Caden traced feathery kisses up my stomach, and between my breasts until he reached my mouth.

  We kissed with a feverish need and the desire in my belly coiled tighter, and the tingle between my thighs grew stronger. With him, I was insatiable.

  "That...," I murmured against his lips, ."..that was beyond mind-blowing."

  "I haven't even begun," he said, standing.

  I gazed at his Adonis body in the soft light of the room. He was a masterpiece, and I wanted to trail my fingernails over every piece of him. I wanted to touch and taste every part of him-now until death do us part.

  Anyway I could, I would take control back. Standing to face him, I rubbed myself against his erection.

  "Lizzie," he whispered, "what have you done to me?"

  With slightly trembling fingers, I reached down and curled my hand around his shaft. "I haven't done anything. Yet."

  "What do you have in mind?" There was a strained edge to his voice and a pained look in his eyes.

  "Wouldn't you like to know?"

  "I would."

  "Lay down, and I'll show you."

  "When did you get so bossy?" he asked before laying on the king-sized bed.

  "An irresistible Irish man showed me if I wanted something, I had to take it."

  He gave a small chuckle. "Remind me to shake his hand."

  I opened the nightstand drawer and took out the box of condoms I'd stashed there earlier.

  "I like a girl who's prepared."

  "Where you're concerned, I'm prepared for anything."

  I placed the condoms on top of the nightstand and then crawled onto the bed where I knelt between his spread legs. The muscles in his body tensed in anticipation. It was time to tease him to the point of breaking. I leaned over and ran the tip of my tongue from root to tip.

  "Jesus," he gasped.

  Encouraged by his reaction, I sucked him as deep into my mouth as I could while my fingers tickled and teased his balls. His entire body tensed and tightened, and he drew in a hissed breath.

  The saltiness of his skin mixed with the sweet taste of his pre-cum and invaded my senses. I swirled my tongue around him and scraped my teeth up and down.

  "You're driving me crazy," he gritted out, propping himself up on his elbows.

  I released his cock, and with a wicked smile, I moved my lips lower and drew one velvety sac after the other into my mouth and gently sucked.

  Caden's body shuddered under my touch and goosebumps erupted over my skin at his reaction. Having power over a man like him was electrifying and empowering. I wanted to take all control away from him, wanted to make him let go, wanted him to lose it.

  He tried to sit up fully, but I pushed him down. "Afraid to give up control, Mr. Gallagher?"

  "Do as you wish, Mrs. Gallagher. I'm yours to use and abuse."

  I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked up at down in a slow, steady pace. When I slid my thumb over the broad head, a small drop of pre-cum seeped from the slit. He shuddered at my touch but didn't try and stop me.

  "I don't want to hear any complaints if my teasing gets too much for you."

  He gave a frustrated groan. I moved my fingers faster. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, but I would enjoy every moment of bringing him to the edge and back again.

  Straddling his thighs, I brought his cock to my pussy lips, and rubbed myself up and down his length, using him as my toy.

  I used the pearl of pre-cum on the tip of his cock to wet my still swollen clit and circled his head around and around the sensitive nub, flicking it back and forth, allowing the sweet tension to build and spiral inside me.

  My gaze locked with Caden's. His dark eyes focused on every movement I made. God, I wanted to come again, but I would hold off as long as I could and allow my climax to build until the need was unbearable, plus I wanted him inside me when I orgasmed again.

  I reached for the condom and tore the wrapper with my teeth. Gripping him tightly, I rolled the latex over his length.

  "I think I like you like this," he said in a shaky breath.

  "I think I like me like this too."

  Facing away from him, I straddled his stomach and ran a hand down his shaft until I reached his drawn-up balls. I cupped them in my palms and tugged. He gripped my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin. The pain felt good.

  Bolstering myself on his thighs, I rose up and centered myself over his cock. I glanced back. Caden's chest muscles were bunched, and the muscles in his arms corded.

  Slowly, I slid deep, opening myself up to his width. My inner muscles clenched and squeezed his flexing shaft. God, we fit each other perfectly. As well as filling me physically, he filled me emotionally. No other man had ever done that. No other man ever would again.

  Smack!

  I gasped and moaned at the surprising sting and jolted forward.

  "You like that, huh?" he asked massaging the place he'd just spanked.

  I bit my lip. Did I? The erotic heat pulsing through my body told me I did. When I didn't answer, his hand came down on my ass again, and I pushed back, silently pleading for more.

  "I'll take that as a yes."

  Before I could process it, he smacked the other cheek. His hand came down, again and again, one cheek then the other, and heat shot from my ass straight to my pussy. The slaps came in an uneven rhythm, and I wasn't able to anticipate where and when he would spank me next.

  My inner walls clenched his cock. I wanted and needed every bit of this man. I rode him fast and dug
my nails into his thighs, not caring if I marked him. Tidal waves of pleasure crashed through me, battering my nerve endings. I wanted rough and hard, but Caden pressed his fingers into my hips and slowed the rhythm.

  "Not yet."

  I took slow, deep breaths and willed my body to relax. I didn't want our lovemaking to end, but I needed the release it promised.

  "Lean forward," Caden instructed.

  Despite me being the one supposed to be in charge, I did as he asked, and the pressure of his balls pressing against my clit felt delicious. His hands massaged and parted my ass cheeks.

  He moved the pad of his thumb along my seam to the puckered rosette. Shocked and surprised at his forbidden caress, I let out a squeak. No one had ever touched me there, and I wasn't sure I was ready for something that intimate.

  "Caden...I-"

  "I'm not going to do anything other than touch and stroke," he said and tapped his finger against the entrance. "This is as much as I'll do until you're ready for more."

  Pleasure rolled over me, and I gave myself over to the feeling of having such a private and intimate place touched. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.

  "Sit up and touch yourself while I touch you."

  Who was I trying to kid? Caden had been in control all along and had just played along, giving me what I'd wanted, but because of the dark and wicked sensations racing through my body, I decided I was more than okay with that.

  When I sat up, the movement caused Caden's thumb to slide just inside the tight, puckered muscle, and I gasped at the fire pricking my skin.

  "Oh, God." My nipples hardened to points and arousal gushed from my pussy. I didn't think I could possibly get any wetter, but I hadn't expected the waves of desire currently surging through me.

  "That's it, sweetheart," he said in a soft, raspy voice, "let go. Touch yourself. Come on my cock."

  I pushed back just a little allowing his thumb to go deeper, a zinging jolt of power shot through me. Slowly, he began to thumb-fuck my ass, and the familiar pull of my orgasm built in the depths of my belly.

  I pinched and circled my clit and rode Caden recklessly. I was aware of his thumb inside my ass, aware of his cock inside my pussy, and, aware of skin slapping against skin. Every sense was enhanced, and I felt like I owned the world.

  My orgasm crashed into me, claiming me, shattering me. I dug my nails into Caden's thighs, and I slammed onto him.

  I squeezed my eyes closed and cried out as my climax erupted like an explosion, splintering me to pieces. My pussy muscles contracted and released, grasping, clutching, and clinging to him. I bucked against him, sobbing his name as my all-consuming orgasm possessed me.

  Bit by bit, the frayed edges of reality came back into focus, and once again, I was aware of his thumb inside my ass and his throbbing cock inside my pussy.

  Panting, I sagged forward, and Caden slid his thumb from me and wrapped his hands around my waist. As my movements slowed, his picked-up speed.

  "Harder," I gasped.

  His fingers tightened on my hips, and he thrust upward, pummeling me from below. I flexed my inner muscles and held him tight.

  "Fuck," he growled. He thrust even harder than before, and I fell forward, grabbing his thighs for support. He held me in place and ruthlessly and thoroughly fucked me.

  He roared his climax, and I felt every pulse of his shuddering release through the condom.

  Breathlessly, I braced my sweat-slicked body against his legs loving the rippling aftershocks from his now semi-hard cock.

  "I don't think I can move from this spot," I whispered.

  He chuckled and rolled me off his body. "Stay right there," he said, stepping from the bed.

  Sex with him was becoming more intimate, more intense. If we truly were married, what would sex be like after five years? After ten. What would it be like if he loved me the way I loved him?

  Chapter 27

  Caden

  When I came back to the bedroom, Lizzie still lay in the same position. I called her name softly, but she didn't reply. The past few days plus the five-hour time difference had probably left her exhausted. I got into bed and snuggled against her soft, warm body that smelled like sex and citrus.

  What would happen if I fell asleep with her every night and woke up with her every day? Would we grow bored with each other's bodies? Would the passion and adventure eventually die? In some of my past relationships, the passion and the hunger lasted longer than others, but no matter how long any of them lasted, I'd never felt like this-so connected, so complete.

  I lay on my back with my arm behind my head and stared at the shadows dancing across the ceiling. Just because we were compatible in the sack, didn't mean we were compatible in life. This was a business deal.

  I drifted in and out of sleep, and what sleep I got was filled with dreams of Lizzie in a wedding dress. Of Lizzie pregnant, and of Lizzie holding a baby that slipped through her fingers and dissolved into sand.

  The sound of my own voice woke me up, and I sat up with a jolt.

  Lizzie bolted upright and grabbed my arm. "What is it? What's wrong?"

  I turned to face her but couldn't see her expression in the darkness. "Just a bad dream. I'm okay. It's okay. Go back to sleep."

  "Are you sure."

  "I'm sure."

  She lay down. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my head in the crook of her neck. The warm scent of her skin comforted me, soothed me, and I was grateful to have her body for comfort.

  The nightmare had stayed away for years. I thought I'd fought through my demons. But they were back, and if I didn't control them, they would take over my life and destroy me.

  Was being with Lizzie the reason? Or was it because I was home? If she were the reason my dreams had come back to haunt me, I'd have to control them before they sent me down a dark path. But to get them under control might mean hurting Lizzie. And that was something I didn't want to do.

  Chapter 28

  Caden

  The non-US citizen's line in the immigration hall coiled around the barriers and moved at a snail's pace. Lizzie had gone ahead to the US citizen's line. The last time I saw her, was over an hour ago but then I'd lost sight of her.

  When I reached the booth, the scowling officer didn't smile or acknowledge me. She took my passport, swiped it, looked at me and then looked at the passport. Crap. Something must have flagged me on her system.

  "Sir, you need to come with me," she said, matter of factly.

  "Is there a problem, Officer?"

  "Follow me please." There was no emotion in her words or on her face.

  "Can I let my wife know?" I pulled out my phone to call Lizzie.

  "Put your phone away, Sir."

  I slid my phone into my back pocket and followed the officer to a set of desks at the back of the packed hall. This wasn't good. I'd never had any trouble getting through immigration before.