The Billionaire's Virgin Fiancée: A Fake Fiancée Romance

by Tia Wylder

  Their shape was all that they had in common with humans. The Dhurians did not speak, at least not audibly. They were either telepathic, or they communicated cybernetically on some channel or frequency to which Stellarforce had no access. As far as the humans battling them were concerned, the Dhurians only moved and acted. Their eyes were luminous red ellipses set into flat faces with slits for nostrils and mouths. Their bodies looked as if they had been formed of purplish grey clay. Each of them apparently had a particle-beam weapon built into its right arm; they could all discharge energy bolts right from their arms the way Jay and his fellow members of the exosuit training program could fire from the gauntlets of their suits. The battle on board the station was terrible, raging through corridors and decks and chambers, casualties mounting on both sides. Then Jay remembered the terrible moment that a Dhurian unfurled its cocoon from its non-blasting arm and enveloped him with it. He recalled the terrible sensation of struggling against the membranous sac in which he was abruptly sealed, while it filled with the noisome bio-agent that would penetrate first his suit and then his body—if he let it. After that came the slimy, churning, all-enfolding darkness, the desperation to get out, the flailing and the blasting inside the cocoon, the rupturing of his membranous prison—and the madness.

  Hunched on the edge of the sofa, staring into the flames in the sunken fireplace as if he were staring into the battle of Sigma Pegasii and the violence and violation that still haunted him, Jay said, “First I felt myself about to lose everything. Then I felt myself lose my mind. I couldn’t see anything the way it really was. All I could see was them. All around me—them. If it was really them or my own people, I could only see them. And I had to get away. And where I ended up was here.” He looked over at her. “You know the rest.”

  At first, Tia did not know what to say. She only sat watching him, seeing the play of emotions across his face, the most handsome she had ever seen. She thought nothing should ever cause pain to anyone who looked like that. No one so beautiful should ever know a moment of hurt.

  “I’m sorry, Tia,” said Jay. “I’m sorry for what I did. If I could take it back, if I could make it never have happened, I would. I could have hurt you. I could have…I don't even like to think what I could have done to you. But I’m sorry.”

  “It wasn’t your fault,” Tia said earnestly. “You didn’t know what you were doing. That bio-thing, whatever it was, got into your suit which was linked up to your mind. You weren’t responsible. And you were still strong. You still fought it.”

  “I signed up for the exosuit program, went through the changes the Stellarforce medics made to my body, my brain, because I wanted to serve and protect, like nobody else could. I volunteered for that, competed for that. I wanted that. But the Dhurians…they were turning me into something else. Something I didn’t want to be, something no human should be.”

  “And you fought it, and you won,” said Tia. “You were stronger than what they tried to do to you.” She looked at him as if to underscore her meaning. “You won, Jay.”

  Tia’s hand rested on the sofa, just inches from him. Jay saw her hand there, so soft, so warm, and could not stop himself. He moved his own hand from his knee where it rested, and slid it over the few inches between them and put it on hers. A feeling passed between them like a sudden electric tingling. Tia kept her hand right where it was, together with his. She looked down at their hands together, then back up at him. “I never could have lived with myself,” Jay said, “if I came out of that and found out I’d hurt you. I’d never want to see anything hurt you, ever.”

  The tingle of their touch became a flash of warmth inside Tia’s body at the sound of him speaking words so much like the ones she had thought. “I don’t think you could ever hurt me, Jay,” she said softly.

  “Not now,” he replied. “And …not ever. I could never do anything to hurt you, Tia.”

  Gently, Jay went from just touching her hand to taking it in his. Now the warmth spread between the two of them.

  “Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked.

  Quietly startled, Tia blinked at the question. “N-no…I don’t,” she managed to answer, her heart fluttering. Then, she ventured, “Is there…a girl? Someone back home?”

  “There hasn’t been for a while,” said Jay. “Not since I signed on with the exosuit program. I haven’t been with anyone, haven’t…done it…since then.”

  Tia’s heart fluttered all the harder. “Oh,” she simply replied.

  “You’ve never had a guy do it, have you?” he asked. “I mean, I’m not judging. Maybe I’m assuming wrong…”

  “I never have,” she replied, surprised at both the quickness and the frankness of her answer. On one level she was surprised at how open and forthright she was with him. On another, she thought that if there were anyone on any world with whom she could be open and forthright, it was Jay Goodwill.

  “I would never, ever hurt you, Tia,” Jay said. “And I’d never ask you to let me do anything you didn’t want. But ever since I realized what happened at your party and what I could have done to you there… I want to make it right, Tia. I want to make it better, make you feel something better than I made you feel then. That is…if you’d let me. It’s up to you.” In spite of his words—and the fact that he meant them—Jay felt a hot rush of blood and the stirring of growth and hardness in his loins. And in his mind he called out to her, Please say yes.

  Tia did not answer in words. She moved herself a little closer to him on the sofa, making his blood rush down below to make him harder yet. And with the hand that Jay was not holding, Tia touched his face. She touched the face that had filled her mind with his incredible handsomeness in all the time that had passed since her disastrous party. It was the most beautiful thing she had seen that night. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Jay closed his eyes at her touch at first, then he opened them again and fixed her with a look as if she were everything in the universe.

  “I want you, Tia,” he said. “Will you let me—please?”

  Surprising herself again, and again feeling a certitude that it was truly right, Tia half-whispered, “Yes.”

  In the next second, there was no space between them at all. He came all the way to her and drew her into his arms. He brought his face to hers; his face—and his lips. And he took Tia’s mouth in a kiss unlike any other kiss she had ever felt in her young life; a kiss that felt as if she were being not only kissed—but claimed.

  The kisses melted from one into the next, and Tia took in the urgent press of his lips and the slipping and sliding of his tongue and wanted more and more of him. In the midst of the kisses, and between them, Jay shed his jacket and his upper leotard, rendering himself half-naked. For the first time since he began kissing her, Tia could see his body—at least from the waist up—in all its glory. In the flickering of the firelight, he was the perfect boy, the perfect man, and a god all at once. She had never seen such lean, beautifully cut muscles in all her life. And she knew that he would only get better. There was still the matter of what awaited her inside those slacks. Sensing the desire radiating from her, Jay slipped off his boots and the slacks, sitting beside her now in just the bottom of the leotard. Then he went for her clothes.

  Tia’s blouse, slippers, and capris soon lay on the floor beside the sofa, leaving her clad only in her panties and the supports on her bosom. Jay quickly had those off her as well, and there she sat, naked with a man for the first time. He stripped away his leotard bottom and revealed the rest of himself to her. The thing she most wanted to see fell into view, long and thick, pulsing and ready. Jay climbed up to put one knee on the sofa and keep one foot on the floor, presenting his amazing boy-manhood to Tia. He took her by one hand and kissed it, then moved that hand between his legs where Tia’s entire being thrilled with the feeling of touching an erection for the very first time.

  Jay whispered to her, “Stroke it. Feel it. Think how it’ll feel in you.” And Tia did. She wrapped it fully in he
r hand and moved her hand up and down the shaft, feeling it surge at the way she held it. She would have whimpered at the exquisite sensation if Jay had not leaned forward and taken her mouth again in another long, deep kiss—and eased her down onto her back on the sofa.

  Lying half on top of her, Jay kissed her again and again, repeating that deep mingling of their mouths and their tongues, claiming her ever more with every kiss. Then he moved down to her neck and her shoulders—and then to her breasts.

  For a moment Tia was afraid, the first time she had been afraid since he showed up at her door. Jay had done it to other girls, likely many other girls, before her. What if somehow he found some part of her inadequate, wanting, compared to all of them? What if her breasts, or her body, or her inexperience proved to be somehow not enough for him? She need not have worried. He filled his hands with her breasts, cupping and squeezing, and from his touch, she could feel herself filling him with delight. The anxiety ran out of her like water pouring from a stream into a river, and she shut her eyes and sighed a long, sweet sigh at the feeling of him first cupping and kneading her breasts, then taking one nipple into his mouth. Tia wanted to cry out. She moaned softly at the rising pleasure of Jay sucking her nipple. The pleasure fell with his release of that nipple, and rose again with his licking and sucking at the other. Her soft moans went on with his continued attention to her bosom. Then she felt him start to kiss his way lower, down her stomach, towards his ultimate destination.

  Jay parted her legs, letting one dangle over the edge of the sofa, and laid fully bare the pink and slippery young womanhood under the patch of black hair between them. He nuzzled with his nose at the lips of her sex and the bud where her pleasure was most concentrated, and inhaled the girl scent there. Then he licked her petals, making her body suddenly go into a little spasm of heightened pleasure. He licked at the female folds and the tender bud over and over, transmitting joy into and through her. Then, he carefully, tenderly used the tips of his fingers to open Tia’s sex as if it were a delicate flower and gaze at the maidenhood that it concealed.

  This was the first virginity that Jay had known since his own first time when he was sixteen. He never thought he would see another girl’s cherry, yet here before him was the glistening and unbroken seal on Tia Swift, and it seemed to him the most special thing in existence. That, he thought, should not be touched by his fingers or tongue. That belonged only to what he ultimately wanted to give her the most; the thing that surged and strained for her in his own crotch. But it would have to wait a just a few minutes more—until he had her fully prepared for it.

  Jay gently pressed the lips of Tia’s sex between the forefinger and middle finger of one hand, making sure her entrance was closed before he returned his tongue to licking at it once more. He brought to his oral pleasuring of Tia all the experience he had gained in five years of bedding girls on planets between here and Earth. And the way she writhed and whimpered at the wet and eager attentions of his tongue told him how well he was doing the job. With each stroke of his tongue tip and each lapping of the broad surface of his tongue, Jay showed Tia that she was being eaten out by an expert. Her whimpers turned to moans, and she raised the one leg that dangled over the edge of the sofa and wrapped it around his back. Jay responded by releasing her folds from his fingers and taking her entire flower carefully into his mouth. He sucked deeply at her sex and made her back arch. Tia poured out an incoherent sound of all-consuming bliss which reached a crescendo when he carefully, carefully went from sucking her entire womanhood to sucking only the bud that held her greatest pleasure. At last Tia made a sound that was almost a scream, and bucked and thrashed on the cushions, and slapped the back of the sofa with her hand, telling Jay that he had brought her to her first orgasm. With a last lingering lick of her labia, he pulled his mouth away from her dripping entrance and unwrapped her leg from around him. The thing he most wanted to do to her would not wait another second.

  Jay climbed all the way up onto the sofa and rested on his knees. He brought both of Tia’s thighs up around his hips. Taking his club of hardened flesh in one hand, he leaned forward and supported himself on the sofa cushion with the other, whispering, “I’m going to put it in you now, Tia. Here it is…”

  Tia almost seemed to hear a drumroll at the back of her mind at the feeling of a hot bluntness sliding up and down at the wetness under her pubic hairs—and then she felt as if she were going over a waterfall into a churning white foam of indescribable, inexpressible pleasure when Jay plunged his long, throbbing hard-on all the way into her. Enfolded by Tia’s inner wetness, Jay gave forth a groan of male satisfaction with the knowledge that he had just passed through her maidenhood and popped her cherry as the blunt head of his shaft made its way deep into her, reaching for the opening of her womb. Tia wailed in wonder-filled ecstasy at the feeling of being entered, stretched, and filled by an erection for the first time. She was united with Jay now, girl and woman joined with boy and man. He settled down on top of her, and she reflexively threw her arms around him, and Jay began to make the two of them one body and one being.

  Having not been inside a girl in so long, Jay pumped Tia with all the abandon of long-postponed desire. Hovering his face over hers, he grunted, “You’re so wet…so wet. You feel so good.” Tia was so consumed with the rapture of his stroking deep and fast inside her, she could not form words. She answered him at first only with a sustained moan. With his breath mixing hotly with hers, he groaned at her, “It feels good, doesn’t it? My thing inside you, it feels good. You like it, don’t you? You like what I’m doing to you now…”

  And from somewhere deep inside a whirlpool of ecstasy, Tia moaned, “Yes…ooohhh, aaahhh… Yes…”

  While pounding himself hard against her mound and banging his crotch hard against her, Jay pecked and sucked at Tia’s lips. “Yes… Oh, yes, you want this,” he groaned on. “You want this thing in you. I love sticking it in you, Tia… Mmm, yes…”

  Tia tightened her limbs around Jay as if to squeeze the passion from his perfect, humping, pumping body. She drove him to hump her harder, faster, ramming himself all the way into her with every stroke. She felt as if they would both ignite, like the fire in the sunken hearth before them. Then Jay began to moan louder, “I’m coming, Tia… You’re making me come… I’m coming… UUUHHH…!!!” With one final, hard slam against her mound and into her depths, Jay brought himself to the summit of pleasure where he had taken her with his lips and tongue. Tia imagined something like a dam bursting from within him and knew, as their bodies locked together in a final prolonged penetration, that something very much like that was happening within her. Jay was pouring out the thick, white liquid tribute to their sharing of bodies, rewarding himself as he had rewarded her for their mutual surrender. For what seemed like an eternity they stayed locked together while Jay emptied every drop of his man-rapids into the riverbed of her no-longer-virginal womanhood.

  They were so enwrapped in pleasure that the feeling of Jay eventually pulling out of her and lying beside her became a foggy sensation of skin sliding against skin. The room was quiet now except for the low crackling of the fire. They melted into post-coital touching and kissing, their fingers playing at the spent, slick wetness between each other’s legs. Tia glanced down Jay’s body at his flaccid but still impressive member, which was all the more impressive for what he had done to her with it. She smiled with a satisfaction such as she had never known. Here she was, touching a young man’s piece for the first time after having it in her. It was one perfect feeling among many.

  Jay lifted her face to his and kissed her sweetly. “That was a good first time, then?” he asked.

  “It was perfect,” said Tia.

  “Was it everything you wanted your first lay to be?”

  She sighed a bit and reflected on her answer. “I used to lie in bed by myself and think about how it would be: how it would feel to touch a naked boy, touch what’s down there, have him put it in me. You’re not really a boy anymo
re, but…what I imagined, it wasn’t even close.” She kissed him. “It was just so much more, having it for real.”

  Stroking between her labia with one finger and making her wet again, Jay kissed her in return and said, “Take me to where you thought about it.”

  They climbed off the sofa and bundled up their cast-off clothing, and Tia led Jay from the living room to her bedroom. They dropped their clothes, and they fell together onto her bed. Kissing deeply and urgently, they rolled back and forth on the bedspread, Jay putting himself on top and then bringing Tia on top of him. They grabbed and clutched at each other’s buttocks, pouring their need into every touch. Finally, with Tia on top of him and his arms tight around her, Jay asked, “You want to try going down on me this time? Want to try sucking it?”

  Tia nodded yes. Jay relaxed his embrace and let her climb down the perfection of his torso until she reached the steely flagstaff of flesh that greeted her between his parted legs and the full pouch of berries at its base. She licked it up and down first, drawing a bead of pre-seed from the tip, which she lapped up with her tongue. “Mmm, yes,” he grunted. “Put it in your mouth now.”

  Without hesitation, she did. She opened wide and descended three-quarters of the way down his shaft. It was so long that she could not take it all, and Jay did not seem to mind. She could sense his every muscle flexing and his toes curling. She began to move up and down his pole, savoring the way it throbbed against her tongue and the tremors of pleasure that rumbled through his body at her sucking. After long, long minutes of her devouring him, Jay said in a husky voice, “That’s good. So good. Now do my balls. Lick my balls.” Much as she hated to let his hardness pass from her mouth, Tia was eager for the experience of the softness that held his man-milk. She put her tongue to the task, tasting of his delicious pouch flesh, licking slowly and softly at first, then more hungrily, more voraciously. Jay grunted loudly with approval, spurring her on. She carefully took first one of his plums all the way into her mouth, letting it rest against her tongue, then the other. Jay’s bellows of pleasure reverberated off the ceiling.