by Ann King
“No.”
“Oh?” Holly sounded dejected, hoping she didn’t assume the wrong thing.
“Well, what are they for?”
“Nothing really,” he said as he drank his beer, his eyes fixed on Holly.
Holly grinned and got up to walk over to the display of awards. “Oh, my God! You were like honored from NASA and what’s this? The Globe Annual Humanitarian Award for your dedication over the years in helping street kids?” her mouth was open. She could not believe this. Who would ever think. He seemed so rich. So well off. So like a stud or jock or something and yet…
“It’s nothing heroic or anything.”
“Like hell, you should be proud of yourself,” she walked around mesmerized by his trophies and certificates. “Oh, you do have some trophies for basketball and hockey. Well that’s certainly a very eclectic choice.”
He smiled as he walked over to her, she caught his delicious scent which delighted her nose. He smelled of fresh clean soap. But she still found his sexy half naked body…a bit distracting.
“Let’s get to know each other,” he whispered, leaning close to her. So close she thought she would faint in his arms.
“W-what?” she said breathless. “Listen, I’m not that kind of…”
“You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend at your cousin’s wedding, right?”
“Um, yeah,” she said as heat rose to her cheeks.
“Well don’t you think we should get some facts straight in case they ask us questions.”
“Oh, my God! So you’ll do this for me?”
“Yeah, but my escort fees could run in the thousands for overnight stays,” he said with coolness in his tone.
Shit! Her jaw fell open and she felt the color drain from her body. What had she gotten herself into?
Ethan grinned, “Relax, Holly. It was just a joke. I don’t even go there.”
Holly let out a sigh of relief. So he had a sense of humor. Okay. That must count for something. That was a good trait, actually. Now if only she could sharpen her own sense of humor.
“This” one’s on me. Just one thing I ask,”
“Okay,” Holly said, her pulse beating rapidly.
“Have dinner with me, tonight.”
The next few days, Holly and Ethan got to know each other oh, so well. Their likes, dislikes, favorite color, movie, e-reader, their hobbies…and of course the must know stuff like birthdays, names of siblings, background, family stuff, pets. Holly was happy for Ethan that he’d come from a large family even though he was adopted.
He’d had a pretty tough life growing up but as a young teen he was lucky to get taken in by a wealthy family in upstate New York that gave him a chance to succeed. And he was uber smart. He had a 4.0 average and he studied hard and played hard.
She was in awe of him. He seemed so confident and didn’t let anything bother him—at least not on the outside but then they were just getting to know each other closely. Why hadn’t she befriended him earlier?
There was no time like the present.
“You nervous?” He said on Thursday evening after they both finished their late class for the day. They were in his kitchen washing up dishes. She washed and he insisted on drying. She’d wanted to do something for his kindness and he did cook a mean meal.
This was the first guy she’d ever known who actually knew his way around the kitchen. They had delicious seafood with seasoned potatoes for dinner. He’d told her that when he went from the streets to foster-home hopping he had to learn to do everything for himself.
He’d always been a loner, even though he now had a cool adopted family. He always thought about being self-sufficient so that he did not have to rely on anyone for anything. So he’d learned all kinds of stuff growing up.
Talk about being motivated.
“Just a little,” she murmured. The truth was she was scared shitless. What if it didn’t work? Or it blew up in her face or his face? What if her aunt was the devil and made him feel uncomfortable?
Holly squeezed her eyes shut and drew in a deep breath before opening them again.
“You okay? Looks like you’re about to faint,” Ethan asked, a look of concern in his dark sexy eyes. She’d never seen such long lashes on a man before. His beautiful dark brown eyes were framed with the longest lashes she’d ever seen.
“I’m good,” she lied, breathless. Before she knew it, she was drawn to him like a sexual magnet. She didn’t really have much experience at all but she’d never felt this way before about any guy. She was sexually charged. Her inner thighs were getting moist. She was sure her panties were soaked by now. He just…turned her on. This was crazy. So beyond crazy. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to drink in his sweetness. She fantasized day and night about how his body would feel over hers. How he would feel inside her.
Before long she held her head up to his tall, sexy frame, her lips aching for his touch. What was she doing? This was so unlike her.
Soon after, Ethan traced the outline of her jaw with his smooth fingers stroking her chin sending her pleasure waves down her spine. He then lowered his head down to hers and pressed his soft lips to hers and electricity bolted through her body. She was on fire.
“Oh, God!” she moaned into his sweet tender lips as he parted her lips and slid his hot wet tongue inside her. God, he really knew how to kiss. She’d been kissed a long time ago by this guy in high school but not like this. Nothing like this. Butterflies exploded in her belly. She reached her hands through his silky dark hair and pulled his head closer to hers as he deliciously French kissed her. Her nipples tightened under her shirt and her pussy pulsed like a wild animal. “Oh, Ethan, I want you,” she murmured. What was she doing?
“Oh, God, Holly,” Ethan growled in his low sexy voice. His lips caressed her neck and he began sucking on her sensitive area while his hands slid down her body and then underneath her shirt reaching his fingers inside her lace bra, rubbing and teasing her hard nipples as her sex pulsed. His touch sent waves of pleasure through her body . He then pulled away and left Holly breathless.
“What’s wrong?” Holly panted. “Did I say something wrong?”
Oh, no. Was he having a change of plans about their…fake relationship?
“It’s just that…”
“What?” Holly felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Her body was on fire for him. She wanted him, needed him. Craved him. She wanted him inside her now. She’d never felt this way about any man before. Ever.
His long fingers touched her chin and tilted her head up to his. She enjoyed his soft erotic touch.
She trembled with desire, with wanting. She could see his tented erection inside his pants. She knew he must be as turned on as she was. Was she really that repulsive to men, as her aunt speculated?
“God, you have no idea what you do to me, Holly,” he whispered as he looked into her eyes. “I just don’t want you to do something that you may regret later.”
“What? No. Ethan, I want you. I need you now. Besides,” she improvised, “shouldn’t we practice before we see the family,” she half-joked.
He grinned and broke the iced tension that lingered between them for a moment.
“Oh, fuck!” he growled. “God, you’re so beautiful, Holly. I’ve been wanting to see you for a long time now.”
“You have?”
“I just thought you weren’t interested in…”
“Guys?” she frowned.
“No. I was going to say dating. I didn’t want to screw things up for you,” he said in a low, deep voice.
“Trust me, you can’t,” she answered, wanting him even more.
“Oh, God, Holly!” he moaned. “Do you want to do this?”
“Oh, baby, yes,” she almost shouted.
He grinned and led her into his bedroom. He had an en suite and a large spacious bed that looked bigger than a king size. But given Ethan’s height that should come as no surprise. He opened his dresser draw and pulled out a square foil packet. Holl
y’s eyes widened. A condom!
Oh, God! They were really going to have sexual intercourse. Holly felt breathless. This was it. She was going to feel Ethan inside her. This was a crazy fantasy or dream or something but it wasn’t reality. It couldn’t be.
“You ready, baby?” he said as he turned the lights low. “God, Holly, I want to fuck you so bad. You have no idea what you do to me,” he moaned as he caressed her neck with his lips. Before long they were both undressed. Holly’s heart was palpitating. She’d never been stripped down naked before. But there he was on the bed with her sucking, licking and teasing her taut pink nipple as his fingers worked its magic over her other nipple. Her heart pumped hard and fast.
“You smell so good, Holly. God, you turn me on,” he growled as he kissed her hungrily. He then spread her legs apart and lowered his head down there. Holly breathed hard. She’d never had anyone down there before. Her pussy pulsed and throbbed as her juices slid down her legs.
“God, you’re so wet, baby. God you feel so good,” he said as he moved two fingers inside her. “Fuck, you’re tight, Holly.” He stopped.
“What?”
“Holly have you ever…?”
“Yes, once. A long time ago,” she lied. Well she hadn’t quite gone all the way and didn’t want him to stop or treat her like a frail kitten. She pulled him down to her again. “Fuck, I want you, Ethan. Now. Inside me,” she moaned.
Ethan took no time in continuing to please her. He slid his wet hot tongue around her slippery folds and teased her clit to the point where she’d arched her back with overwhelming pleasure, moaning and panting.
“You enjoy this don’t you, baby?”
“Oooh,” she groaned.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured before lowering his head again to her full folds, French kissing her sex. Fuck it felt amazing! Holly writhed on the bed, her hands grabbing the sheet as he made her come violently with his hot, magical tongue. She collapsed with delight on the bed and soon he was on top of her kissing her lips. She could taste her own fresh, sweet juice on his sexy lips. God, he was so good. Abigail had shown her videos about how to give good head before, mostly as a joke because she knew Holly knew very little about it from lack of practice. Well, she wanted to pleasure Ethan the way he’d pleasured her.
Soon he was on his back, his wet hard dick sticking up, waiting for her touch. She stroked his shaft gently enjoying his moans of pleasure. She kissed his balls and stroked them with her tongue before making her way up to the head of his delicious penis. She sucked and licked like he was a tasty lolly pop. Sucking him in, tasting his clean smelling, pre come and his huge dick. She wondered if he’d even fit inside her. She’d almost gagged when his dick hit the back of her throat. His fingers weaved through her hair as he bit down on his lip. She was really doing this. She was pleasuring Ethan in the same way he’d pleasured her. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and continued to stroke it while Ethan’s other hand fingered her hard nipple, teasing and pinching it sending her inner thighs pulsing again, as juices flowed. She had seen a technique called the butterfly flick with the tongue and was told men love it. Well, at least that’s what her experienced friend told her. She lightly flicked her soft wet tongue over the head of his firm cock, sucking and flicking and devouring as she stroked his dick up and down with her hand. Ethan moved his hips on the bed to her rhythm but stopped her quickly.
“God, Holly, you feel so good,” he growled. “I don’t want to come into your mouth.” He then flipped her over on the bed and ripped open the condom packet and rolled it on his hard, long shaft. He gave her bottom a nice slap which not only surprised the hell out of her but it actually felt so damned good and aroused her even more.
“You ready, baby?”
“Oh, yes, Ethan, yes,” Holly moaned. Her backside was cocked up in the air as she kneeled on the bed getting ready for Ethan’s sweet invasion. He stroked her pussy one more time before sliding his dick inside her tight vagina. Thrusting, pumping hard and fast, his skin slapping against her skin, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Groaning like an animal, he fucked her over and over. Holly cried out with erotic pleasure. His dick felt so good inside her as her walls tightened around him.
Soon she came with a convulsion. He came right after her and shuddered in orgasmic overdose as he came. “Oh, fuck!” he groaned out before collapsing on top of her back. His heaviness and heat of his body over hers gave feeling of closeness. His warm breath on hers. The scent of his manly cologne turning her on.
“Mmn,” she moaned. “Oh, God, Ethan. I…I love you,” she murmured under her breath. Did he hear? Did she say the wrong thing? She’d only known him for a few days. No, actually she’d known him all school year it was just now they’d become closely acquainted. And he was her boyfriend now. Well, at least her fake boyfriend. Only there was nothing fake about the heated passion between them that just transpired.
As they laid in his bed under his expensive silk sheets, Holly couldn’t help but thinking where this would lead. A sick feeling entered her heart. She didn’t want to leave him. She didn’t want what they’d had to end. She just couldn’t bare it. She really wanted him. Badly. But would he feel the same? Or was she setting herself up for more heartbreak?
“Love you, too, Holly,” he whispered in a deep, low sexy voice as he relaxed with his eyes closed. The savored smile on his salacious lips melted her heart. She got cosy with him as she snuggled under his arm.
She was looking forward to going to her cousin’s wedding with her fake boyfriend, even though he could very well turn out to be her real true love.
THE END
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