Pretend Married (A Billionaire Love Story)

by Nikki Wild

  “Well, Lex Lambert isn’t just someone, love,” he chuckled knowingly. After a second, his face changed, and he realized he’d divulged his surname to me.

  “…Forget I said that,” he chuckled nervously.

  “Why, is your name important?” I asked, glancing curiously at him. “Really though, now that you mention it… who are you?”

  “Just someone passing through,” he deflected casually, stroking his cock as he hovered above me. Supporting himself on one elbow, I could sense the power of his chiseled strength, and I knew that my window to press the matter was closing – and fast.

  “Lex, you can tell me anything–”

  The head of his cock pushed into me, parting the wet, yearning lips of my slick chasm around his generous girth.

  “Wait – you’re not wearing a condom –”

  “Don’t worry, love,” he chuckled between groans. “I’m clean. I get checked every few weeks… and I had a vasectomy. If there’s a kid happening, that kid’s gonna be planned.”

  Every few weeks?

  How much sex does this dude HAVE?

  I felt his tremendous size pushing inwards, stretching my body and testing my limits.

  All semblances of composure and concentration flew straight out the window. It was all I could do to keep my head as he thrust himself deeper inward.

  “Oh fuck me sideways,” I moaned. “There’s no way this is gonna fit…”

  “It’s working out nicely so far,” Lex chuckled, holding me down as he pushed another inch inside. “Go on, just relax… we’re already halfway there, love…”

  I adjusted my hips, spurred on his words.

  “Come on, then,” I murmured. “Let’s do this.”

  With a cocky little grin, Lex pushed deeper. His rock-hard weapon pierced further into my trembling folds, pulling deep moans from my lips and forcing him to groan with intensity.

  “Fuck, Riley, you’re so goddamn tight around my cock…” He murmured with conviction. “I’m not even all the way in, yet. It’s so hot inside….”

  “You feel so good inside me,” I cooed between moans, my fingers clenching into the bedding again. Truth be told, it felt like he was splitting me apart… but oddly, it was an intensely satisfying way to go. If he really did break me in two, it would be worth it. “Hold on a minute, please.”

  “Okay,” he hurriedly responded, pausing in the onward march of his thick cock.

  I gathered my breath and fought my body, forcing myself to relax a little more. Biting my bottom lip and closing my eyes, I thought of babbling brooks, rustling meadows in the wind, and the scent of the forests…

  All imagery that helped me limber up and get into the zone of painting.

  My eyes flew back open, and I nodded.

  I was as relaxed as I was ever gonna be.

  Lex slowly pushed further inside, tactfully retreating an inch whenever necessary, only to regain his ground and then some. Within a few more moments, I could feel him hilt himself against my hips, and I realized that I’d taken the entire cock into me.

  “Oh fuck, Lex,” I murmured with a gasp.

  He pulled his hips back for a moment, and then pushed forward again, slowly easing me into a rocking motion. I gradually met and matched his rhythm, pushing myself to accept this tremendous rod of white-iron within my wet pussy, stretching my walls and pushing me to my very limits.

  His hand clasped around my mouth, sealing my lips. In light protest, I tried to vocalize indignation, but he was already grasping my bare breast with the free hand, squeezing the supple flesh and teasing the erect nipple between his fingers.

  The tactic worked, redirecting my attention as he lowered his lips to the other nipple. By deftly pleasing my exposed chest, he pushed a fresh flood of mounting sensations into my head – letting me ease into the rocking of our hips.

  Thank god he was so tall.

  My thighs spread a little further, and then I snapped my ankles together, clasped around his hips. My heel nestled into the small of his back as I kept him close, tightly controlled against my body.

  Meanwhile, his lips found mine, crushing against me as he steadied himself with his forearms locked down on either side of my shoulders. I coerced him to move them closer, and he constrained me between them, binding both of us together for this carnal throe of pleasure.

  His hips began to pick up the tempo, and I grew accustomed to his speed. I was just relaxed enough to enjoy the sensations, and my legs wrapped around him kept Lex from jackhammering into my sopping wet pussy with that unfathomable tool of his.

  He really will tear me apart if he does that, I thought to myself briefly…

  But it was hard to cling to any reasonably sentient thoughts as I became overwhelmed by his power. Lex held me down beneath him, carefully but powerfully thrusting into my body, again and again…

  Moans escaped my lips, and my strength began to sap from my limbs. I realized that my fingernails had been digging into his shoulders tightly.

  I released my grip, letting my whitened knuckles return to their natural, pinkish color. Meanwhile, my ankles slipped apart, and I steadied myself beneath him as he fucked me.

  But Lex grew tired of this position, and soon I was forced onto all fours in front of him. His fingers pressed against my folds, one slipping in to test my chasm.

  “You’re still so wet for me, Riley,” my partner groaned with gratification. “I love how much you want this.”

  “That’s right,” I cooed, wiggling my hips just a little. My eyes widened as he began to stroke that huge cock, and I hastily added: “Just be gentle, okay?”

  “You don’t want gentle,” he answered, his smirk telling me everything about his levels of confidence… or was it arrogance at this point?

  “I do at first,” I insisted. “If you tear me in half, you realize that you won’t be able to fuck me again, right?”

  “A valid point,” he added quickly, pressing the crown of his head into my folds. I turned back around, steadying my hands. One pressed out flat against the headboard, while the other squeezed the top.

  Thinking quick, I moved it out before my fingers were crushed, flattening my palm across the top and the wall.

  It was a good thing that I did.

  I felt his cock surge halfway into my yearning pussy, and I screamed out the only syllable that I could grasp: “FUCK!”

  “We have not yet even begun to fuck, Riley,” Lex whispered in my ear as he bent over my ass. With a slight nip, he tugged the lobe between the teeth, then nestled his lips into my ear:

  “But after this… you’ll never be able to call another piss-poor shag a proper fuck ever again…”

  23

  Lex

  When my eyes flickered open the following morning, something felt different.

  An arm… over my chest…

  The events of the night flooded back into my memory banks, and I remembered the boastful upstart that had wandered into the pub and taken over my entire evening.

  Here she was – Riley, I recalled quickly – fast asleep and curled up beside me.

  As I let myself play back through the roulette of positions we’d experienced, long into the night, I drew a quick and effective conclusion…

  It had been a rather satisfying evening.

  I allowed myself to stare at the ceiling for a few minutes as I felt her chest rise and fall with her deep, slumbering breaths.

  This was the first time that I’d been self-conscious of this small, rather quaint hotel room. Against Jess’s desires, I’d insisted on renting something small and unassuming… after all, I didn’t want to call any attention to myself while I was here. She could have picked another hotel a few streets over, but as my publicist, she’d insisted on rooming nearby.

  She settled for a floor down.

  Jess was used to living to a certain standard of living. It came with the territory when you represented some hefty clients, including one of the biggest sports stars in the entire world. Luckily
for her, the others were rather low-key, never causing a whole lot of trouble for her representation.

  I was handful enough to make up for that.

  But now, I somewhat regretted this decision. It was my nature to want my sexual conquests to wake up and see the extravagance in which I lived. Of course, I was going to just kick them straight out, but I liked to leave an impression.

  I could feel Riley murmur against me now. She deserved some rest after the night that we’d had together. After all, once she’d grown a little more accustomed to my size, she had become surprisingly voracious.

  It was difficult for her to keep up with me, but damn, did she try. All that pent-up energy from being away from my training had reflected itself into our time between the sheets.

  For the first time in ages, I actually felt like getting back to work... After that marathon of sex last night, I could stand to do some sprints, knock out some leg day, or even just swim some laps and streamline my athletic build a little more.

  A bothersome thought occurred to me.

  It dawned on me that I hadn’t heard from Jess since the late afternoon. However, my phone had buzzed a several times during my wild coupling with my new friend here, Riley.

  I reached for my phone, unlocking it with a few button taps, and then…

  The knocking at the door drew my attention. Didn’t I put a “Do Not Disturb” on the door? Is this the kind of service to expect at a layman’s hotel?

  The knocking resumed, harder now.

  “Lex? Lex, I know you’re in there!”

  Riley shifted around in her sleep slightly, and then her eyes darted open. “Who is that?” She sleepily asked, and I groaned my response.

  “That would be Jess.”

  She looked at me inquisitively, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time. Instead, I ascended from the bed, tossing on a pair of boxers and my pajama bottoms.

  With Riley’s eyes on me as she drew the bedding up to her neck, I lazily sauntered over towards the door and unlocked it.

  “Lex, you idiot! Why haven’t you been answering my–”

  I slid into position to block Riley from sight, but Jess had already seen her. Glancing over my shoulder, she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and disappointment.

  “Lex, what the fuck?”

  “I met her yesterday,” I responded sleepily. “She spent the night.”

  “Yeah, I can obviously see that… hell of a night for you to pick, though,” Jess crossed her arms, a telling smirk plastered across her face. “I’ve been trying to catch you for hours…”

  “Why, what is it?” I asked curiously.

  Jess was always bad at hiding her emotions. Disappointment, maybe even fear, clouded her expression almost immediately. She took a deep sigh, and I knew the following news couldn’t be good…

  I heard rustling from the bed behind me. I’d almost forgotten about last night’s lay, and for a little privacy, I held the door ajar and stepped partially out.

  “Out with it!” I hissed the demand.

  Jess’s expression hardened – and then I knew the news was going to slay me. “A friend of mine in the agency says that Brett Barker is already considering… alternate possibilities for the latest contract.”

  My blood ran cold.

  “Who?”

  “My source itself is reliable, but the information… we’re not exactly–”

  “Not another word that doesn’t answer the fucking question,” I told her in no uncertain terms. “We both knew this could be a possibility. So tell me… who is it?”

  Jess took a deep breath.

  “Alistair Pritch.”

  My heart plummeted into my stomach. Pritch was a defender on our team, and a fiercely competitive one at that. His role was to protect the goalie and ensure that the football didn’t dare progress into the goalkeeper’s box… and he was very, very good at it.

  He was also my singular proper rival in the sport – the one person who kept me on top of my game by sheer necessity.

  “Pritch…” I responded blankly.

  “That’s right,” Jess bit her bottom lip. “Alistair Pritch is in the running. My source tells me that he’s the favourite contender for the contract.”

  It wasn’t just a simple rivalry between players. The National Team drew in the best football players from the entire country, from various leagues and teams. It just so happened that his and my teams were, for most of our careers, bitter rivals through and through.

  The goal for the National Team, as with any represented country, was to blur oppositions and contests to string together the best of the best.

  Of which I was the king.

  But Alistair… Alistair Pritch was the wicked chancellor to my reign. A viper in the grass, he followed orders and obeyed my directions… so long as there wasn’t any foolhardy alternative that would propel himself into the spotlight.

  The crowd loved him, too. I might be Lightning Lex Lambert, but the world knew Alistair Pritch as The Renegade. Pritch was clever; his disobedience was a wildcard for my game plans, but he made decisions that I had to begrudgingly call sound. He’d never make it look like he was actively rebelling against me – it was always a spur of the moment, completely reflexive maneuver.

  And it had helped win more games than I was willing to admit. Pritch was always keeping me on my toes, and always forcing me to stay sharp.

  Our rivalry was legendary.

  And now he was trying to rip my contract out from under me before I could even sign a page.

  “I’m going,” Riley muttered as she pushed past me into the hallway, fully dressed. I could only give a distracted, dumbfounded nod as she disappeared around the corner and stormed off.

  What the fuck is her problem? I thought to myself absentmindedly. I just got the worst fucking news of my week…

  “So, who the hell was that?” Jess asked curiously, glancing down the direction my partner for the evening had disappeared.

  “That was… Riley,” I commented.

  “Oh yeah? Why the sudden change? Thought you were going to lay low and, you know, avoid causing any sort of scandal while you were here…” She side-eyed me with a grin as I led her back into the hotel room. “Just couldn’t keep it in your pants, yeah?”

  “It was a little different from that,” I recalled apathetically, still sucker-punched by this new tidbit of information.

  Alistair Pritch, of all fucking people? Although, it made sense, in a way that made my blood boil…

  “Oh yeah? Different how?”

  I didn’t give any thought to the answer, which is probably why it was a particularly honest, straightforward one.

  “Riley impressed me.”

  “She… impressed you?” Jess seemed shocked. “This is new. Impressed you how, exactly?”

  “The girl had no idea who I was, and she took charge,” I thought aloud. “Such unwavering confidence. The girl knew how to stir me up, and she kept me on my toes.”

  “And you just let her scamper off like that?” Jess asked, cocking her head to the side.

  “What are you getting at?”

  My best friend shrugged. “I don’t know. For a minute there, it almost sounded like you respect her.”

  “Maybe I do,” I answered noncommittally.

  “Doesn’t sound like any Lightning Lex Lambert that I know,” Jess chuckled, pulling out a chair from under the obligatory writing desk and seating herself.

  “Yeah, well. Maybe I’m trying on something new,” I answered, stepping into the bathroom to wash my hands in the sink. I raising my voice over the hot, running water. “You know. Seeing how I like it.”

  “Well, pissing off your something new isn’t such a good idea!” She called out loudly from the other room.

  “What do you mean, pissing her off?” I asked, wiping my hands clean with a stiff, rough hand towel as I strolled back into the main room.

  “What, you didn’t see that look on her face?” Jess sharply took in a bre
ath for emphasis. “She was livid. Doesn’t surprise me, though…”

  “You’re speaking cryptically,” I simmered. “You know that I don’t like cryptic. Get on with it.”

  “How does it look to you?” She asked. “She’s half-asleep, all cuddled up to you or whatever, and then some strange woman answers the door. You get up, you get into some hushed, heated conversation, all mysterious and shit, and then when she tries to make a show of storming off, you just let her? You realize that she was mad, and you didn’t even bother trying to stop her.”

  I didn’t like the sound of that.

  “That’s not what it was at all.”

  “Context, Lex,” Jess shook her head. “She doesn’t know who you are… unless you told her.”

  “Didn’t tell her a thing,”

  “Right. So, she doesn’t know who you are… she doesn’t know who I am… and she’s totally in the dark as to the secrecy. Hell, it probably looked like I’m some jilted ex-wife or some shit, coming to bother you.”

  I hadn’t considered that.

  “Fuck me,” I grumbled.

  I glanced down at my pajama pants.

  “I’m… not exactly equipped for this right now,” I muttered. “You’re my publicist. Go catch her.”

  “I barely saw the chick,” Jess shrugged. “Besides, I wouldn’t know where to start. I’m not exactly private eye material, you know.”

  Grumbling, I pulled upon my wardrobe and whipped out a few choice garments. “Fine. I’ll handle it. If I’m lucky, she might come to me.”

  “You think so?” She asked, that mischievous smirk on her face again. “I dunno…”

  “If not… there was a Japanese girl who wandered in with her last night. I’ve seen the bartender speaking with her from time to time – I think they’re friends. I can probably follow up on that lead and track her down, but only if I have to. I don’t want to force it, after all.”

  Dwelling on these thoughts, I buttoned up my long-sleeved top, swapped the pajamas for slacks, and whipped a blazer over my shoulders. My publicist made and poured herself a cup of coffee, and then spat it out in my bathroom sink.