Fake Fiancee (For Now) (Big Men of Blue Mountain 1)

Leo’s hands land on my ass, smoothing over my skin. And then his mouth is there, tongue against my asshole, and I freeze. Why does that feel so good? It shouldn’t feel this good, but it does. And it’s dirty. Oh fuck, Leo’s tongue is there, and I’m soaking. So wet that it’s about to drip down my thighs.

“You ever done this?” he asks. “Been taken here?”

I manage to find my voice. “No.”

A sound that’s almost a growl rumbles against my skin. “Good. Because before you leave Blue Mountain, your ass is mine.” I can’t even respond because his tongue is moving again and I can’t fucking breathe.

He pulls away, leaning over and covering me with his body so I can hear his soft words. One hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back, the motion only emphasizing his current control. “I’m going to fuck you raw,” he says. “Like the dirty slut you are. And then I’m going to come all over your ass. Got it?”

He’s phrasing it like I don’t have a choice, but I know why he’s saying it. Asking if he can fuck me without a condom and pull out without stopping the game we’re playing.

“You might be dirty, but I’m clean.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He doesn’t need any other encouragement, slamming into me. The orgasm explodes behind my eyes, and I scream. It’s been building and building and he just lit the fuse on the dynamite. He’s so big that I ache from the fullness of him fucking me, but his cock is reaching so deep that he’s hitting the spot that makes the fireworks continue.

I can’t move. Can’t breathe. Can’t do anything but hold on while he slams into me again and again. Everything is different without the condom. He’s thicker. Hotter. The friction setting off sparks I didn’t know could exist.

He pulls out abruptly, rubbing his cock over my asshole and spreading my own wetness there. “Imagine this,” he says. “Imagine it happening. Your tight little hole filled with my cock.”

My whole body shudders, and I nearly come again when he thrusts back into my pussy. He’s not finished with me, reaching around to my clit and working me with his fingers.

“I can’t,” I say. My body feels too sensitive, too electrified. Everything is too much. I’m already drowning in pleasure. Any more and I might die.

“You can.”

And I do.

The world goes white, and I scream even louder this time. Every cell in my body is infused with pleasure and for a brief, shining moment I’m a supernova. The world shatters open and comes back together, and I’ll never be the same after that.

Leo pulls back, shouting his own climax and spilling his heat all over my ass before collapsing beside me.

I can’t speak. I don’t even think I can move. But I look at Leo, and he comes closer to kiss me. We don’t need words to know that that was perfect. Heightened by our little game and this impossible, indescribable chemistry.

Now I need a fucking nap.

A loud knock sounds on the front door, and we both freeze. “Leo?”

It’s a female voice. One that I don’t recognize. His eyes go wide. “Fuck. That’s my parents.”

“Already? What time is it? Did we know they were getting here now?”

He laughs. “Wasn’t exactly looking at the clock, and no, I don’t think we did.” Jumping off the bed, he starts pulling on clothes. “I was going to help you,” he gestures to my ass.

“I’ve got it,” I say. “Just buy me a little time.”

“I will.” The heat returns to his eyes. “But I like the way you look covered in my cum.”

I groan. “Not helping.”

He disappears, and I slip into the bathroom to rinse myself off. Moving quickly, I throw on some clothes, but nothing is really going to be done about my hair. I look freshly fucked, and his parents probably heard my scream. Not exactly a great introduction, but if we’re trying to sell the bit, this will work.

I run my hands through my hair in a last desperate attempt, but it’s no use, and I hear Leo calling me. I’m out of time.

Stepping out into the living room, I smile and try not to blush.

“Diana,” Leo says, “these are my parents, Charles and Helen.”

The couple in front of me could have stepped out of a country club. Leo’s father is an older version of his own features, still handsome, dressed in a polo and like he should be going golfing. His mother is beautiful too, refined in a cardigan and pearls. And right now they’re both looking at me with skepticism.

I step forward and hold out my hand. “Hi. It’s really nice to meet you.”

Leo’s mom stares me down so hard that I feel like I’m still naked. But she takes my hand and shakes it once, and then his father does. A hand slips around my waist and Leo kisses my cheek.