Mr. Twang: A Fake Relationship Romance

“Lauren is nothing like Cindy.” I shook my head back and forth. “Cindy was a groupie that I tried to build a relationship with. Lauren is different. I will warn you though, we are going to split up soon—at least it will seem that way.”

“Oh lord. What the fuck is going to happen?” He leaned back against the couch.

I told Gavin the truth. I had kept a lot of details back when we were drinking in the studio and jamming, but I wanted him to know what he was in for. I owed him that much, especially after what happened in Chicago with Cindy. I knew Sawyer would have crucified me if he knew that I shared the details of our arrangement with anyone, but I trusted Gavin. He was one of the few people I felt like I could trust, and he was the only one that had reached out to me once I moved to Nashville. He was going to be watching from the sidelines when the meltdown Sawyer planned actually occurred. It was better than he understand there was nothing to truly fear. I still hadn’t worked all of those details out in my head, but there was no way I was letting Lauren go. I could fake it if I had to—I had done a decent job of faking our relationship before it turned into something that consumed me.

13

Lauren

Accompanying Song:

“Strawberry Wine” by Deana Carter

The promotional blitz that Sawyer sent us on felt like torture. I was finally ready to take things to the next level with Brendan and he tore us apart. I couldn’t help but feel that it was intentional and a form of punishment because we confessed that things had escalated beyond the fake relationship he envisioned. He blamed it on the sudden success of our albums that started to rank higher than he originally anticipated. I wasn’t sure I bought his story, but we didn’t have a choice. Everything he lined up was to help us sell more albums and when we gave an indication of concern, he reminded us that it was in our contract. The distance he put between us only made me want Brendan more. My heart started to do flips in my chest when we were able to have our video chats and even hearing his voice was enough to make my smile.

We’re finally going to get a chance to be alone. I intend to make the most of it this time, and I’m not holding anything back.

I was ready to feel Brendan’s arms around me again, and I was ready to take things to the next level. He was going to be the man that took my virginity as soon as I got back to Nashville. We agreed to spend a quiet evening alone and have our food delivered. We were going to have to spend the evening at my apartment since his drummer, Gavin, had moved into his place. I met Gavin a couple of times at the studio and he seemed nice enough, but I didn’t want an audience when I finally got to see Brendan again. There was no way I was going to be able to keep my hands off the man I had fallen for. When he said he was on his way up, I was practically bouncing on my toes in anticipation of seeing him again.

“Brendan!” I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“We talked every day!” He smiled and pulled me close. “But I’ve missed you too.”

Brendan’s kiss was fire on my lips. His tongue quickly began to ravage my mouth with more ferocity than I had ever felt before. It was clear that his desire was as strong as mine. There was no reason to pretend like we hadn’t both been thinking about the moment since the last night we spent together. I told him I was ready, and I was. I was more than ready, I was downright ravenous. I felt fireworks going off in my head in a brilliant kaleidoscope of color as he continued to kiss me. His hands moved underneath my shirt and I started to unbutton his. After I fumbled with the first one, I simply tore the button free from his shirt and did the same to the second.

“This is an expensive shirt!” His lips broke the seal that had formed, and he smiled.

“We can afford a new one—besides, you said I was a bit crazy the first time we pretended to hook up.” I grabbed both sides of his shirt and splintered the buttons from the fabric all the way to his belt.

“Even more than I expected.” His eyebrows raised, and he immediately crushed my lips beneath his again.

We started walking towards the bedroom as the fire between our lips threatened to engulf us both in flames. I pulled his shirt free from his pants and pushed it off his shoulders. He had one solitary tattoo that I had seen before. It covered his right arm and most of his chest. My fingers traced it for a moment as his shirt hit the floor. The seal between our lips was broken again as he yanked my shirt over my head, but then his lips returned to mine. I fumbled with his belt and once it was unbuckled, I started to twist my fingers against the clasp on the front of his slacks. When they were finally unfastened, I slid my hand into his boxers and caressed his cock. I brought him to completion the last time we were together, but I needed to feel it inside me. His fingers started to unfasten my jeans and he pulled back from our kiss, gasping and panting as he looked into my eyes.

“You don’t know how hard it has been to be apart from you.” His fingers finally pulled my jeans apart and let them slide down my hips.

“Every second has been torture.” I squeezed his cock again. “I finally got to the point where I was ready for this and then we got pulled in different directions.”

“You’re getting it tonight.” He pushed his hand into my panties and started to caress my pussy with his finger. “Every inch is going inside you.”

“Oh god.” I moaned and shifted my hips against his touch.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move.” He kissed my neck, brought his lips up to my ear, and flicked his tongue against my lobe. “But first, I’m going to savor every drop of your first orgasm.”

My panties practically melted off my body as I envisioned his delicious tongue sending me to a new world of pleasure. I fell back against the bed and he pulled my panties down my thighs. I wanted him inside me, but the thought of him devouring my pussy was too much for me to resist. He pushed my legs apart, kicked off his pants, and started kissing my inner thighs. I was so turned on I would have let him do anything to me that he wanted at that point. My pussy was wet and ready for him, practically dripping with my lust. His lips moved up my thighs until I felt the heat of his breath on my labia. He extended his tongue and plunged it into my wetness. I grabbed the back of his head and my back arched as I felt the first sensation of pleasure. It was hard to speak for a moment. The feeling was so intense that I could barely breathe.

“I’m going to show you how much I’ve fantasized about this moment.” His tongue pushed inside me again.

That feels so fucking good.

His tongue pressed against my hymen several times and circled the entrance of my pussy before it moved up to my clit. His fingers pushed the hood away and then he started to flick his tongue against it. Feeling his tongue inside me was unbelievable but feeling it against the sensitive bundle of nerves was like heaven descending on my entire body. His tongue was a lot more intense than his finger and it made my endorphins surge. I held onto the back of his head and I squirmed underneath the majesty of his hunger. I felt every taste bud as he licked me and then started to swirl his tongue around the hard knot that quickly formed. He slid his finger down my labia and lightly thrust it inside me while he pleasured me with his glorious saliva-coated miracle. I thought I was going to erupt on the spot, but I wanted to enjoy it as long as possible.

“Don’t stop.” I moaned and pushed myself against his lips, which forced his finger inside me to the point it almost shattered my hymen.

His tongue picked up speed and the finger-thrusts got a little faster. My back arched against the bed an

d I felt pressure building up inside me. It was a lot more intense than what I had felt the last time we were together when it was just his finger bringing me to bliss. His tongue worked vigorously as he worked to bring me to the climax I craved. Even with the tension building towards the release I needed, all I could think about was his massive cock inside me. It was going to do unimaginable things to my virgin body. My mind slipped into the chaos of my building orgasm and I writhed on the mattress. His devotion to my pleasure was as erotic as the feeling of his brilliant tongue. I felt my legs start to shake as the tension soaked into my muscles. My toes curled and my hands fell against the quilt. I balled it up in my hands, rolled my head back into the mattress and gasped with all of the air in my lungs rushing across my lips.

“I’m gonna cum!” I gasped so much that I choked on my own breath and nearly asphyxiated myself on my lust.