Fake Fiance_fake engagement romance

by Kerry Leigh

  “You’re so sexy I don’t know what to do with you I can barely stand it.” I said. Then I took off my belt and took off my slacks. I shivered when I saw the look on Jess’s face when I pulled off my pants and let my monster free, it was hard.

  “Now get over here.” I said.

  Jess took the bait. She got off the mattress and kneeled before me, her body only inches from mine. Her hands were in front of her.

  “Good.” I said and watched her body flush red with desire.

  I wrapped my arms around her back and came close to her lips, but I didn’t kiss her, I just felt as her breathing came on even faster. My nimble hands discovered the zipper on her spectacular dress, and as if there was a tempo to it. I pulled it down, with curious eyes as I felt Jess’ warmth spread over me.

  "Logan," she said, moaning. She wanted me bad, so bad I was finding it difficult to control myself and give her the performance she so desperately needed.

  Once the dress fell off her shoulders, it made a circle around her knees on the bed, and I saw her in her exquisite bra and panties, courtesy of me I suppose, and the red engine red heels on her feet. I was nearly overcome with lust looked at her perfect body, all magnificent.

  “Fuck," I said as I nibbled her ear and began to unhook her bra. "You are so sexy, darling."

  Jess moaned to my touch and brought her hands to my face and pulled me in for one more kiss. My hands preoccupied, I removed it and got it to fall on the bed, leaving her breasts, and her rosy nipples exposed in the naked air. Then I took one in my mouth and jess exhaled as she had her arms around m my neck.

  My hands travelled down her back over her fit ass and toned thighs, until I pulled her body off the mattress and had her flat on her back against the plump mattress. Jess let out a giggle of pleasure which turned into one of lust when I practically ripped her panties off and threw them to the opposite side of the bedroom. The only clothing, she kept was her heels, as I licked a trail from her belly button to her pussy.

  I started slowly. And when I tasted Jess’s juices, I relished in it. She tasted awesome. I smashed my face between her legs and teased her clit, taking my face around to get every inch of her sensitive mound going, then I pushed a couple fingers into her warm center. Jess writhed helplessly underneath me, crying out as her body twisted.

  “I want you to come on my tongue.” I told her when she had her hand in my scalp holding me down.

  I felt a shiver go through her body, as she was overcome by bliss. Between the wonderful work of my dexterous fingers and the lapping of my tongue, I knew her orgasm would come in quick.

  I continued my onslaught until she shuddered beneath me, shouting my name I knew our neighbors had a clue of what was going on in this suite. Her center had gushed its juices over my tongue and hands and while I was drinking I felt my cock swelling, feeling jealous of my fingers.

  I knew I needed her right now. I had my hand in my wallet, and took out a condom, always for an emergency, and got on top of Jess’s sensual body, looking into her lustful brown eyes.

  "You have no idea how much I want you," I answered her as my face was mere inches from hers.

  "Then take me now, Logan, please." she whimpered rubbing her legs against mine her hips rubbing against my hardness.

  "I want you inside me."

  "Say that again."

  "I need you - your cock inside me." Jess implored. "Fuck me Logan!"

  "And that was all it took."

  My hardness was tapping at her entrance, and I drove my hips and sank all eight inches of my shaft into her pussy in one smooth drive. Jess screamed with pleasure and contorted her back and our chests met. I licked them and bit her nipples one at a time, when I began to get into a good rhythm with my thrusts, ensuring she got every inch of my hardness inside her.

  Jess wrapped her tight legs around my hard-working waist and brought my body forward to fuck her harder, deeper inside her. And I felt her fingers holding onto my back, long nails, digging into me, wanted to draw blood, but those would be great reminders of this pleasure able fun. I wanted to remember every detail of this night. Even though I knew in my heart I could never forget this moment. Then she moved her hands down and teased my flexing abs and bit my shoulder, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. Naturally, I hit the right spot as she focused on the ecstasy bubbling up inside her.

  My hands went down her arms and then our hands closed around each other and intertwined.

  "Logan, oh my god, she groaned I’m going to come so hard."

  "Then come for me," I said against her ear.

  "Come all over my cock Jess. I want to feel you."

  She was on the precipice of her orgasm, and I couldn’t keep up, I was right behind her. I drove harder until I felt her muscles tighten around me and jess moaned out my name, squeezing my hands while her body twisted in orgasms.

  I could feel a powerful orgasm building up. I could hold out for a while, but, as if in perfect resonance, Jess’ orgasm willed me over the edge.

  I drove myself completely inside of her, as I finished.

  Tired, I fell on top of her. Our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, while our chests heaved in exertion. Trying to get oxygen to our exerted muscles. My face moved down to hers, as she widest smile, I think I’d ever seen plastered on her face. But her eyes shut due to her extreme tiredness.

  We didn’t have much else to say. So, I just lay next to her and kissed her on the forehead tenderly and turned her body so I could feel her magnificent sensual body against mine. All the while our hands were still locked together as I wrapped my arms around her protectively and as we got to sleep.

  16

  JESS

  Light peeked out between the edges of the curtain. I woke from a pleasant sleep and fluttered my eyes open. Being in his arms almost felt like a dream but this was my reality now. Closing my eyes, I sensed nature's warmth infuse my body and soul. And my hand spread across Logan’s bare torso and he was warm, smooth, and hard everywhere.

  Logan…

  Last night was magnificent but it wasn't just the hot, intense sex. Being around Logan filled me with life and joy. It felt good to feel like myself for a change. Happy. Something about Logan resonated with a side I had sorely missed.

  The klaxon in my head had silenced. I should have run away. Instead, I got into bed with the man who brought a unique brand of craziness into my life. All my warning signs had gone for a walk in the woods for all it mattered. When I got in the bedroom and saw Logan, his eyes proudly drinking me in, I knew our relationship would never be the same. Had I made a mistake?

  No, I would never regret this experience. I will treasure this feeling no matter what is thrown in my way. Even when I'm up to my eyeballs in stress at the culinary school or getting ready for the opening of my bistro.

  It was a fling to me. Just fun and pleasure.

  A memory to warm my heart when I felt lonely.

  I could go to the culinary school with my chin held high and full of spirits. But the thought of leaving all this and heading on a plane to Munich filled my stomach with anxiety and sadness.

  I swivelled my body around and took in Logan’s pleasant, sleeping expression. The idea of packing my life away and moving to Europe left me restless.

  Deep breaths. I wasn't leaving right now. This was still my adventure after all - and I wanted to treasure this moment without feeling dreary.

  I ran a finger against Logan’s jaw and nibbled my lower lip, feeling the muscles on his body ripple at my touch. Despite that he slept in bed. His broad frame felt amazing against me, skin to skin. Especially on top of my own body.

  Until his alarm went off, he would sleep at peace, and then start the day hanging out with his father.

  I pulled the cover down a little and planted small kisses down his face leading down to his chest. As I felt him rousing awake, I knew he was coming back to the land of the living.

  Logan stirred and then rolled on top of me, and gazed into my eyes, his
eyes a mirror image of my lust.

  He brought his head to mine and gave me a soft and tender kiss.

  I moaned around his mouth as I felt his hard-on press into my stomach, battering against my skin with dire need.

  Logan and stopped his kisses, “God, I can’t get enough of you.” He said.

  The youthful gleam in his eyes made the butterflies in my stomach dance.

  “I plan on doing this several more times.” I told him and took his face in my hands for a kiss. His touch was like a blanket. Warm and comfortable. My body felt like a lump of jelly and rediscovering it had pleasure inducing nerve-endings, and flesh that desired to be touched and bitten at. I swallowed hard.

  His body stuck to mine, Logan knocked the covers off, opened the bedside cabinet and found a condom. Once he rolled it on, Logan sucked my nipples into his mouth. Licking them and playing with my nipples until I coiled in pleasure, needing his hard cock inside me.

  Logan kept on teasing me, so I took hold of his cock and pulled it between my legs.

  Logan moaned and began to thrust his hips inside me. First at a slow pace, all the while my body gushed in pleasure and tendrils of excitement ran up my body.

  Wrapping my shorter legs around his waist, I pulled into him as he drove into me. Our sweat slick bodies clung together. Logan drove and thrust at a steady pace.

  Slowly, then speeding up, as if he had a desperate need for me. I felt his length fill and bring me to the heights of pleasure and desperation. Everything felt so light and full of pleasure I cried out in pleasure and dug my fingers into his straining back.

  “I need to come baby.” I begged him, my pulse throbbing in my neck with arousal.

  “I love making you come,” he grinned, and held me tighter. His face had the expression of a maniacal dictator with his brow taking on a stiff contortion. He kissed me roughly and something about that was all it took for the feeling inside me to explode.

  I came hard around his cock and moaned against his lips. Something about that outcry must’ve startled him, for he came a little bit after me his body becoming still as he finished inside me.

  With our chests heaving, bodies sweating, we sat back on the bed, and Logan turned and sat on his arm looking at me with bright warm eyes. Good morning sweetheart.

  I giggled. Honestly, I felt like crying. “Hmm I could get used to this.”

  I’ve done this before, he said with a playful smile, though with none as beautiful or sensual.

  I blushed and couldn’t think of a retort so I settled for a smile.

  A phone call broke the moment. And then Logan gave a sigh and slumped his shoulders before kissing for a moment and rolling himself off the bed. To reach his phone.

  He talked for a couple second. “Yeah, I got it. See you there Dad.” He said.

  He clasped his hands together. “So, I’m going to meet my father in forty five minutes.” He said as if the weight of the world returned to him.

  “Why does he have to drag me out to the golf course at this time of the morning.” He remarked.

  "They do it because it's exclusive. The moment everyone else takes it up is when they discover it's boring." I said as I stretched my restless muscles on the bed and grinned.

  "Shit, that could actually work.” He said.

  “C’mon it'll be relaxing and fun.”

  “But I could think of better ways to relax darling.” He said planting a kiss on my forehead.

  “You’re with me now, remember my future wife? We must never see the parents point of view. I don't want to feel boring.”

  “You need to hit the shower I said as he threatened to get back in bed.”

  “It’s never a good idea to keep your parents waiting.”

  “Hah, what else does he do for fun? He probably won’t even notice I’ve arrived.”

  “Going out with Kaitlin later?”

  “Why? Feel like spending time with us?”

  “Nothing bad Nancy Drew. Sure, Whenever I get off Let’s go into town I was thinking of Broadway.”

  “Amazing,” I said, “Now get the hell out of here before I fuck you again.”

  “A threat is something bad you know.” Logan said with a cheesy grin.

  “Back away you,” I giggled “Can’t leave your dad waiting he could get suspicious.”

  “Damn you’re one fine woman, even now just how to end erections without even touching my cock.” He roared with laughter and jaunted into the bathroom.

  When I was alone I giggled and felt all the softness of the bed. It felt like I was in college again. But there was something in the back of my mind urging me back to sanity. Yet I needed to pursue the feelings between us. I wanted to see exactly where this was going even if I had to jump off a bridge.

  I would not return to my apartment. At least not right now.

  17

  LOGAN

  Dad tapped his malt scotch glass against mine and I gave him a light-hearted smile and took a gulp. Then he gave his empty glass back to the caddy, and then received his favorite iron.

  “Cheers,” I said, taking one more gulp. I had to admit scotch was not my preferred drink in the world. Give me a good bourbon any day and I’ll be one happy camper. Yet my Dad loved the stuff, so that’s all we had. As long as it kept me cool and buzzed, I could handle these little games.

  Whenever I visited home, my father made a mission out of bringing me to the golf course every day. God, it felt like it was his only passion in life, apart from my mother of course. but it was more than that. For Dad, golf was the key to bridge his home life, with business, networking and other things like making decisions. all done on the green. Like a board room away from the office, only less grey and offering more fun.

  Naturally, I didn’t much like the sport. I’m a man of action, but there was no way I could get out of this week without playing a couple rounds with him. Luckily, my father was great at golf after the decades, and somehow, I was born with it, inherited it really. And I had enough self - awareness to practice for a couple weeks before any visits, all so my dad wouldn’t make me prostrate on the green. Sometimes I brought Alex along, and we made a great big show of ourselves getting drunk while playing a couple rounds. Boy, I wished I could be doing that instead.

  Brent made his swing, powerful and vicious and then looked back at me. “You’ll have to dedicate some morning to your game if you want to dominate on the course, don’t you know?”

  “How so?” I asked, sitting on the golf cart.

  Brent gave a half shrug and walked toward me, handing the iron to our ever-silent caddy.

  “Running the family business means that you must be faithful to the game. In my years, I have yet to meet a successful businessman that hasn’t earned an opportunity through the green.”

  “It brings out the drive in a man son. It’ll come up someday and you will remember these words.”

  I plastered a smile to my face and downed the rest of my drink. “I will keep that in mind. Still the time isn’t really there to play. Spending too much time spoiling Jess and my painting I suppose.” I gave a nonchalant little shrug.

  “You- You’re not an artist, you should abandon those childish pursuits.” Dad said, almost flustered.

  I screwed up my face in frustration and put my hands behind my head. I just didn’t care enough to get mad, besides I loved painting.

  I’ve always found painting more relaxing and stimulating than the golf course. You should try your hand I at it, who knows it could do wonders for your outlook.

  Those are your mother’s talents. Not mine, But the gold course is home to me. Then he pointed at the teeing green. “Don’t hold up the play son. It’s not good manners.”

  I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head of my father’s incessant prodding: as if he was stuck in a reality where he was always right. I couldn't make this up. Incredible. It was like he always had to have the last word and needed to be stuffy about everything. I said or did. So, with that, I left the cart and put
down my drink.

  When the caddy gave me my driver, I looked over it and then thought about Jess. Her touch was still on my mind, I could feel her, and think about the moans she made against my ears. It made all the resentment melt like a sand castle breaking away under the afternoon tide. I felt good and happy.

  Strangely, I missed her every single hour. She was always in my mind.

  In silence, we played three more holes when Brent had finally worked up the courage to venture into the emotional valley. I always knew my mom wouldn’t let the whole sudden engagement go, but, of course, Brent would also have something to say. It was axiomatic, nearly inevitable. I mean come on, I’ve finally done everything he wanted, after all these years, I’ve met his demands and expectations. So, he would either be suspicious or extremely happy. But what would be the reaction?