Bad Attitude - A Fake Fiance Romance

“Can you turn over?” he asked, with a curious smile.

It took me a while to figure out what he meant, partly because he used the term can, which made me think he was literally asking if I was actually able to turn over. Likely because he wanted to fuck me from behind. Then I realized that he wanted to know if I was willing to turn over and let him fuck me in my behind.

“Yes,” I gasped, excited about the new experience.

I was nervous but also thrilled. There was a risk, of course, but I figured if there was anyone who could make anal feel good, it was Liam.

Helping me up, he stepped back and waited patiently as I turned around and bent over the edge of the table, allowing him full access and preparing myself for what was coming. Waiting until I was ready, Liam came up and softly stroked my ass, sending waves of pleasure through my body, trying to get me ready. This was a really good move, I figured, because most people weren’t used to sudden contact at the best of times — their ass bringing up a whole new set of hang-ups. He was getting me used to being touched.

After a few more passes on my ass cheeks, Liam ran his hand between them, going over my pussy on the way up. I moaned loudly, hardly able to believe how good it felt. I had read that the asshole is really sensitive, which is why anal sex could hurt a lot if it wasn’t done right. I had no such problem with Liam, though, him being dedicated to making me fully prepared before he tried to do anything. I would have preferred if we had a butt plug and or some lube but had confidence that we can still make it work.

When he finished with his caresses, Liam pushed a finger inside as a place holder for his cock. I breathe out slowly as he did, doing my level best to relax.

“You okay?” he asked, gently squeezing my ass. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, wanting nothing more than for him to stick his cock all the way into my tight little virgin asshole.

Getting behind me, he seemed more than happy to oblige me in that way. Gliding his hand against my lower back, Liam pressing the head of his cock against my asshole.

“Take me,” I moaned, starting to feel him press inside. “Take my virgin asshole, too.”

He slowly eased my cock into my tight little asshole, taking the last virginity I had left.

“So tight, baby,” he said, stroking my back. “You feel so good.”

I closed my eyes and focused, thinking happy thoughts as he entered me inch by inch. I felt so full in a good way — stretched and warm.

“There,” he said, finally stopping.

From what I could tell, his cock was about half-way into my asshole. Liam massaged my back a bit more, waiting for me to relax. When I was ready, he took me firmly by both hips and started to move in me. His thrusts were slow at first. Almost imperceptible. Gradually, he picked up speed, and I started to feel it. It didn’t feel bad. It certainly didn’t hurt. It was also really intense, and I tried not to scream, but it felt so good.

The more he fucked me, the better it felt, particularly when he reached around with his other hand and stroked my clit. After he started fucking me hard, I came super-fast and very hard, shaking and screaming like I was in need of an exorcist.

My orgasm sent him over the edge, and Liam unloaded into my ass before gently pulling out. Keeping his hands on my back and pussy, respectively, he softly kissed his way up my spine, ending at my lips then gently slipping his tongue into my mouth.

“You are so hot,” he whispered after we kissed. “I love that I took all your innocence.”

“Back at ya,” I replied, trying not to laugh.

“I’m serious,” he said.

“Me too,” I said, sitting up on the table. “It doesn’t have to be fake, you know. It sure feels real.”

He didn’t answer.

I looked up, feeling confused.

Liam was pale, and he was frowning. “What would you like for breakfast?” he asked, nearly running over to the stove.

I knew I had said the wrong thing. It was so dumb.

Chapter Thirteen

Liam

The bacon sizzled in the pan like a fireworks display, and I stood there watching it and ignoring the rest of the world.

I hadn’t thought to ask if Hayley ate meat or not, I just started cooking. I hoped she did, considering it was the same protein-based breakfast I have been eating every morning since I started bulking up in high school. I hadn’t planned on going into the military at that point. I was mostly trying to dissuade the bullies who had picked on me since grade school. I couldn’t stand to see people being held down for no reason. Likely that was why I joined the army in the first place.