It's Only Temporary: A Stand In Fake Fiancee Romance

by Iona Rose

  Was it to soon to propose? What I was doing now was buying time. Bianca was mine and I wanted if official as soon as I knew she was going to say yes. She completed me in ways that no other woman ever had. She made me feel whole.

  Her pussy walls tightened around me and her whimpers filled the room. I increased the pace of my thrusts.

  “Come for me sweetheart,” I urged her.

  “Oh God.”

  I loved hearing the change in her voice when she was almost crying. She sounded almost desperate, as if she would die if I didn’t make her orgasm in the next minute.

  I pumped faster and deeper, hitting crevices I had never hit before. My balls swelled with the need to release but I managed to hang on to my control. She cried out as her pussy clenched around my cock. That was it for me.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried hoarsely as our orgasms coincided.

  I kept pumping my cum into her until it subsided. Lowering her leg gently, I kept my cock buried into her pussy and rested my hand on her hip.

  We must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I heard was Bianca shaking me awake while kissing my cheek.

  “We have a wedding to go to handsome,” she said, resting her cheek on mine.

  “This seems like a much better idea,” I said, giving in to the urge to close my eyes again.

  “Oh no you don’t,” Bianca said, lifting her head off mine and biting my cheek gently. “Wakey wakey.”

  “All right,” I said and rolled onto my back. I pulled her on top of me and tucked her hair behind her ears. She sat up, straddling me and ran her hands over my chest.

  My gaze dropped to her full breasts. I trailed a finger in the valley between them and watched as her nipples responded to my touch. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

  “You make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world,” she said.

  “That’s because you are.”

  Unable to resist, I cupped her breasts and rubbed my thumbs over her already peaked nipples. She parted her lips and her breathing grew heavier. I loved knowing that I could affect her with a mere touch. I tugged at her nipples and she let out a cry.

  My cock jerked against my belly and Bianca inched forward, resting her pussy on it. She rocked back and forth, coating her arousal juices over my cock.

  “Ride me sweetheart,” I said to her.

  I expected her to raise her hips and guide my cock inside her pussy, instead, she turned around completely, giving me the tantalizing view of her ass.

  “Like this?” Bianca said and shook her curvy ass playfully.

  “Love it,” I said, breathing heavily.

  I rested my hand on her ass cheek and gripped my cock with the other. I hissed as she lowered herself on my steel hard cock and then moved my hand away to give her room.

  She sunk all the way down, her tight pussy stretching to accommodate my cock from that angle. Her pussy lips rested on my balls and her ass on my belly. I caressed and squeezed it.

  I growled as she raised herself and then brought her pussy back down. I closed my eyes as intense pleasure took hold of me. I gripped her ass firmly and rocked with her as she rode me.

  When I sensed her getting tired, I held her in place and fucked into her. Her cries filled the room, interspersed with my groans. Bianca recovers and bounces on my cock faster and faster. It feels as if her pussy is milking my cock and I love that feeling of being gripped so tightly.

  With a loud cry, Bianca orgasms and I sit up and grab her tits as she comes, pinching them gently to intensify her pleasure.

  “Fuck yeah,” she says over and over again.

  I teether on the edge but when she clenched her muscles again, my cock throbs before cum gushes out of me. I felt all emptied out after all the sex that Bianca and I had enjoyed in the night and morning.

  There was something about walking into a room with a beautiful woman on your arm. Add another point if she’s your woman and not a date for the day. The room in that case was the church where Jenna and Jerry were having the official part of their wedding.

  Bianca and I sat down in one of the pews, surrounded by the happy chatter of the other guests. I sneaked a glance at her. She caught my eye and we smiled. I could have bet that she was also remembering the wonderful night we’d had.

  “You look beautiful in that dress,” I whispered to her. “Though I prefer you without it.”

  “Ssssh,” Bianca whispered, a laugh laced in her voice. “You shouldn’t say such things in a church.”

  “That’s your catholic guilt talking,” I teased. Bianca’s parents had taken them to a Catholic church before they split up. That and skiing were one of her happiest memories.

  It wasn’t long before the wedding began and the ushers and the groom arranged themselves at the front of the church. The wedding march stared playing and the bridesmaids, strolled in and later, it was the bride’s turn. We all got to our feet and cheered when Jenna walked in holding the arm of a man, I assumed to be her father.

  She waved at Bianca and winked at me as she glided by.

  It was a touching ceremony and I could easily see Bianca and me getting married as well. After the church ceremony, we drove to a nearby hotel, where the reception was being held.

  “I love the décor,” Bianca said as we strolled into the ballroom.

  “Yeah, it’s pretty.” We were shown to our table, joining three other guests whom we exchanged pleasantries with.

  “I’d love to have our wedding in Colorado,” I said, putting out feelers.

  Bianca didn’t respond at first and a panicky feeling came over me. Had I misread things between us? In the last few weeks, she had relaxed and it was rare to hear her talk about her parents’ failed marriages.

  I had taken that to mean that she had accepted that not all marriages were as crazy as her parents. Now I wasn’t so sure.

  “I’d like that too,” she finally said and I let out a deep exhale.

  The reception was nice too and Jenna and Jerry were a fun couple who made it interesting even for someone like me who hadn’t met them before. We ate and then admired them as they took to the dance floor for their first dance.

  Then it was time for everyone else to join in. I took Bianca’s hand and led her to the dance floor for the slow dance. She felt so soft and so good in my arms. Aware that we were in the view of other people, I kept my hands on her waist and resisted the urge to hold her tightly against my body.

  After two more dances, it grew hot on the dance floor and I invited Bianca for a walk in the gardens.

  It was a beautiful evening as we strolled hand in hand amongst the rose bushes and other flowers bursting with color. A nice breeze cooled the air and the flowers perfumed it with their scents.

  We stopped in a patch of grass and I pulled Bianca into my arms. I kissed her hungrily as if I had taken her outside to make out which had definitely not been the case. I lowered my hands and grabbed her ass possessively.

  She broke the kiss after a few minutes. “Are you enjoying yourself? I know weddings can be a bit boring if you don’t know the couple.”

  “No, I’m enjoying myself. I could be in the desert and still have a ball—as long as I’m with you,” I said.

  “You say the sweetest things,” she said.

  She stayed in my arms and we swayed together as if we were dancing to music only the two of us could hear.

  “What we have is serious for me Bianca,” I said, staring into her eyes.

  She nodded. “I know. It’s serious for me too. You’re special Connor and you and your family have convinced me that these things can work.”

  I laughed at her inability to say the word ‘marriage’. “They’re called marriages.”

  Bianca beamed sheepishly. “I know, it just sounds less scary if I don’t actually say the word.”

  “You’ll get there,” I said and lowered my head to kiss her again. “We should go back. The wedding reception isn’t over yet.”

  Bianca laughed and moved
out of my arms.

  The DJ was playing an energetic tempo when we returned to the reception and Bianca and I went straight to the dance floor. I wasn’t the best dancer but Bianca made it easy and fun.

  Afterwards, we went to the bar on the far end of the room and ordered drinks. We had a lot of time to chat as apart from Jenna and Jerry, we didn’t know the other guests.

  “I dare you to go for it,” I said to Bianca when it was time for the bride to toss her flowers.

  A determined look came over Bianca’s features. “What do I get if I catch it?”

  I leaned forward. “I’ll eat you out until you come twice.”

  Her cheeks pinked up. “But you do that anyway.”

  “Okay. I’ll let you suck my cock then,” I said.

  She stuck out her hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal mister.”

  I sat back and enjoyed watching Bianca as she positioned herself at an angle she deemed the best for catching the bouquet. There was a lot of playful banter as the ladies prepared themselves to catch it.

  When Jenna threw it, she aimed it in Bianca’s direct path and all she had to do was to reach for it.

  I shook my head as she walked back to the bar, holding her prize. “Not fair,” I said. “I wanted scrambling and falling to the floor.”

  Bianca laughed. “Don’t be a sore loser. You’re a better man than that.”

  Connor

  The only thing that was going to see me through the next two days was the last few days with Bianca and keeping busy.

  “I haven’t been this excited about a trip in a long time,” Samantha exclaimed. “Have you been to San Francisco before?”

  We were in the hotel car that had picked us up from the airport and was driving us to the hotel. I wished I could share in Samantha’s excitement but all I could think about was Bianca. I missed her. We had spent the last four days together, alternating between her apartment and mine.

  After Jenna and Jerry’s wedding, we had gone to my place, spent the night and spent Sunday morning lazing in bed. The perfect weekend. In the evening we had returned to her place for the night.

  We’d talked about our future more than we ever had. Bianca wanted the same thing that I did. A life together. The thought of it filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction. The pieces in my life were coming together very nicely. Everything was falling into place and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.

  The only blight in my life was my work situation. We couldn’t go on like this. Sure, going to a conference like this was great for networking purposes but the late dinners with Samantha had to stop. We needed boundaries and the only way to handle it was to bring a stop to it.

  On the flight back home, I was going to discuss it with her. I didn’t care if she got hurt and fired me. I wanted a professional relationship with my boss. I wasn’t interested in her or any other woman.

  “Have you?” Samantha asked, bringing me back to the present.

  “No. What about you?” I asked for the sake of politeness rather than real interest.

  If I had a choice, I’d have preferred to be left alone to reminisce about the last few days with Bianca. I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

  “Several times but it still gets me excited every time I come,” she said. “The food in Frisco is the best in the country. They have every cuisine known to man.”

  Samantha went on about the food which was puzzling since she ate very little and mostly stuck to salads. Maybe she liked to look at it, not eat it. I drifted off as she spoke and was relieved when the car reached the hotel and came to a stop at the entrance.

  It was busy with people milling about everywhere. Being with Samantha was like being with the mayor of a small town. Everyone seemed to know her and wanted to shake her hand. We finally got to the check-in desk.

  I stood back as Samantha checked in for us. When she was done, a porter carried our luggage to the elevator. Our rooms were on the third floor. We followed the porter out of the elevator to the heavily carpeted hallway.

  I waited outside the room while he took in Samantha’s luggage.

  “Come in,” Samantha said, peering out.

  I entered her room. It was big and fit for royalty. But I wasn’t interested in the décor, I just wanted to settle in my own room and text or call Bianca.

  I couldn’t see my bag and when the porter walked back in from the walk-in closet, I asked him about it.

  “Where’s my luggage?”

  A look of confusion came over the porter’s features. He shifted his glance to Samantha.

  “It’s okay, you can leave,” she said to him.

  “I don’t understand?” I said to her when the porter left.

  “We’re sharing a room. The hotel was full and I thought since we’re both adults, we can share a room comfortably.” She shrugged.

  I stared at her, aghast. “Share a room? No! I’m sorry but I enjoy my own privacy.” I was fuming. “I’ll go to reservations and see if I can get another room.”

  “I already asked but go ahead,” Samantha said, unperturbed.

  I left the room and headed downstairs. She was insane if she thought I was going to share a room with her. I thought about Bianca and shuddered. Which woman would be comfortable with her boyfriend sharing a bed with another woman?

  Bianca was pretty chilled but even she had her own limits, I was sure.

  Downstairs was milling with what looked like hundreds of people. The reservations desk was surrounded by people and I had to wait a good ten minutes for my turn.

  “I’m looking for a room,” I said to one of the reservations clerks.

  She shook her head. “I’m sorry but we’re full because of the conference happening at the hotel.”

  “I’m here for the conference as well,” I said, growing desperate.

  “Didn’t you book a room earlier?” she said.

  I sighed when realizing that the conversation was going nowhere. An idea came to me. I didn’t have to sleep in the same hotel. I could get another down the road and come in every morning for the conference.

  “It’s fine,” I told her and strolled across the lobby and out of the hotel. I fished out my phone and searched for nearby hotels.

  There was one across the road and I hurried there. It was just as busy and on inquiring at the reservations desk, it was the same story. They had no empty rooms. I went to three more hotels, each time striking out. Frustration welled up in me, plus I was tired from the five-hour flight.

  What if I did share the room with Samantha and insisted on sleeping on the carpeted floor? It would only be for two nights after all?

  I trudged back and rode the elevator to the third floor.

  Samantha was seated on the edge of the bed, wearing a bathrobe with her hair wrapped in a towel. She was scrolling through her phone and laughing softly. She looked up when she heard my footsteps. “My friend Aurora is here, we started working in the same agency together, years ago.”

  “That’s great,” I said.

  “You should take a bath. It will do wonders for your exhaustion,” she said.

  “Okay.” I crossed the room and entered the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

  The bathroom was just as luxurious as the room and I filled the huge tub with water and slipped in. It was a relief to enter the perfectly hot tub and let my weariness melt away. If I ever had to travel with Samantha again, I’d make sure I made my own sleeping arrangements. I couldn’t believe that she had booked us in one room.

  I relaxed in the bath until the water became cold. I was relieved not to find Samantha in the room but she’d propped up a note on the side table.

  Find me in the Magnolia Bar.

  I dressed unhurriedly and then made my way to the bar downstairs. The conference program was beginning the following day at eight and I couldn’t wait. I found Samantha at the bar seated with a few other people.

  She saw me and waved me over. She introduced me to everyone as ‘her best
talent’ and then invited me to sit with them. When Samantha wasn’t trying to hit on me or doing stupid things like booking us in one room, she was great company. I ordered a cold beer and sat back and listened to them discuss the industry.

  Later, we all sat at a table and ordered dinner. Being with them was like being with my tribe, all who spoke the advertising language. It was fun though every so often, I thought about Bianca and wished she could be here with me.

  It was late when we parted ways and I’d had a few beers to drink. Apprehension came over me as we made our way to our room.

  “I’ll sleep on the floor,” I said to Samantha as I shut the door behind us.

  The guys were going to shit themselves over this one. I grabbed two pillows from the bed.

  “Don’t be silly. This bed is more than big enough for the two of us,” Samantha said.

  “I’ll be fine on the floor,” I said stiffly.

  Memories of sharing a room with Bianca came over me. We had been relative strangers but I hadn’t hesitated to sleep with her. Okay, that was different. I was already attracted to her and I was officially a single guy and was free to do as I pleased.

  “Suit yourself,” Samantha said. She pulled off one of the covers and handed it to me. “I’ll just pop into the bathroom to change.”

  The bathroom door banged shut and I stripped down to my boxer briefs and lay down on the carpet, the furthest I could get from the bed and covered my side. It wasn’t the most comfortable position but it would do for two nights.

  Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Samantha’s soft footsteps sounded in the room.

  “Are you asleep?” she said softly.

  I pretended to be asleep. She let out a sigh and the next thing I heard was the ruffling of the bed. Relieved, I relaxed and allowed myself to fall asleep.

  Sometime in the night, I woke up in the middle of an erotic dream. Bianca was stroking my cock like she did in the mornings when we slept together. I rolled onto my back and froze. I was not dreaming. The hand stroking my cock was real and it was not Bianca’s.