Real Fake Husband: A MM Contemporary Fake Married Romance

by Lily Light

  "I'm good. Just a few more seconds," he finally said.

  I laughed.

  "You shouldn't make fun of your husband when he's in pain," Noah pointed out.

  "But I can't help myself. You're too adorable for words."

  I snapped a photo of him. Noah was scowling in the photo, which I posted on Instagram.

  "Hey," he protested. "That was mean."

  "I'll make it up to you."

  His eyes glinted. That heated look woke up my dick right away. We took the subway back to my place. We kept sneaking glances and casual touches at each other. Noah was about to kiss me, but he stopped.

  "What?" I asked, wanting his mouth on mine.

  "Need to brush my teeth first," he said.

  We managed to get inside my apartment with our clothes still intact. Noah immediately rushed to the bathroom. By the time he finished freshening up, I’d taken off my shirt. He halted, watching me with silent appreciation in his eyes as I continued to strip for him.

  Adrenaline raced through my entire system. My heart beat erratically. My palms were sweaty as I pulled down my underwear and stood in front of him, naked.

  Noah licked his lips, clearly liking what he saw.

  "Your turn," I told him. I gestured to myself, feeling equal parts high and slightly ridiculous. "You're not getting any of this until you're buck naked, too.”

  He smirked, then peeled off his shirt with a flourish, unveiling stone-hard muscle.

  I licked my lips as he finally dropped his bottoms. Noah kicked his shoes aside and crooked a finger at me.

  When I was a foot away from him, Noah closed his hand on my wrist and tugged me close. He sealed his lips over mine, thrusting heat down my throat.

  I tangled my fingers into his hair, wishing the kiss could go on forever. When he pulled away, I was panting. We both were. I released his hair, surprised he spun me by the shoulder so my back was facing his front.

  Noah must've dropped to his knees, because the next thing I knew, his breath was on my asshole. I parted my legs, moaning as he pushed his tongue into my hole. Noah licked and sucked, keeping my ass cheeks apart with his big and callused hands.

  I groaned, gripping the nearest wall to keep myself upright. His intimate assault on my hole felt too amazing for words. I moaned as he slipped one hand over my thigh to reach for my dick. Noah began to stroke me.

  It didn't take long until I was panting and begging. Pleas spilled from my lips.

  "What was that, babe?" He asked.

  "Please. I need to come."

  One pinch to the tip of my cock and I shattered. I came all over his fingers. I leaned my head against the wall.

  Noah stood up and pulled me close to him. His chest and his arms felt impossibly warm. He nipped at my left ear teasingly, sending a shiver down my spine.

  "You haven't fucked me yet," I told him. "Where do you want me?"

  "Over here."

  Noah led me to the sofa and draped me over the arm rest. He placed a pillow under my belly.

  "I'm getting supplies. Wait here."

  "Not going anywhere," I murmured.

  He returned with the lube and condom. Moments later, I heard the plastic tearing.

  "Hurry," I said.

  My need gathered inside of me like a storm ready to be unleashed. I wanted to feel Noah inside me, claiming me like he owned me.

  Noah lubed me up, making twisting motions with his fingers. I was already loose and ready for him.It didn't take long before he lined his prick into my hole. I groaned as he pushed in, bottoming out in one stroke.

  I gasped. Needing something to hold onto, I clawed at the leather. Noah began to move in and out of me, his thrusts slow and steady.

  The initial burn faded, replaced by sheer ecstasy as he pounded into me. I found myself moving with him, meeting him for every push. I always wondered if our one night in Vegas had been a figment of my imagination but sex between us was as hot as ever.

  Noah rode me faster, deeper. It almost felt like he could touch the deepest and most intimate part of me. My soul perhaps. It was all his for the taking, along with my heart.

  That part of my body had always belonged to him. I've always wanted Noah ever since I was old enough to want someone.

  In some ways, he'd ruin love for me. All the other men I've ever dated, I kept comparing to him. At least in this moment, he was mine. Several thrusts later, Noah came.

  I rested my cheek against the sofa, feeling spent but completely satiated. Noah helped me to my feet. He gathered me in his arms like I didn't weigh a thing.

  "Let's clean up in the shower." He suggested.

  I felt too languid, too sleepy, and foolishly happy to argue. He led me to the bathroom.

  The shower could barely fit the two of us, but we somehow made it work. I think I purred when Noah started shampooing my hair. He massaged my scalp and I also let him rinse my body.

  "This feels nice," I murmured. "Look, I don't even have to lift a finger.”

  His laugh made my dick hard and alert again. Noah kissed me on the cheek, then he paused. Noah squeezed my dick. I groaned. He jerked me off in the shower, before cleaning us both up.

  12

  Noah

  “Good work today, Noah,” said Cassie, my co-worker. “See you tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, have a good night, Cas.”

  I powered off my computer and sat back against my chair. Funny how I was looking forward to starting my first day at my new job. Now, all I wanted to do was tell Ryan all about it.

  We texted each other during lunch but I didn't have the time to answer his last text because I got swamped with my report. I opened my phone and typed him a message.

  Noah: Heading home now. Want me to buy dinner?

  Ryan: There’s no need. I cooked dinner. *Smiling emoji

  Noah: Looking forward to it.

  I wondered when Ryan found the time to cook because I knew he'd been busy with a project all weekend long.

  We even had to skip his weekly family barbecue. We missed out on his aunt Cara’s famous pork chops but there was still next week.

  Jordan and I were going to hang out tomorrow after work. Things were almost back to normal between us after Ryan and I attended the last Murphy family barbecue.

  Things were going in our favor, I mused. I finally got a job. A mid-sized firm hired me a week ago. So far so good.

  I've only been here one day but so far I liked the work culture. My colleagues were friendly and my boss seemed decent.

  Neither Ryan nor I brought up the fact that I needed to move out. I was only supposed to stay at his apartment until I found a job.

  No part of me wanted to leave and besides, I figured it would be weird if I suddenly packed my bags.

  Friends and family members might think we were having marital problems since they still hadn’t figured out it was all a ruse.

  Were we still faking it? Spending more and more time with Ryan made me realize how wonderful it felt, being able to come home to someone at the end of a tiring work day.

  That someone just happen to be Ryan for me. Since we started living together, there weren't any guys on my radar. Just him. I wasn't interested in anyone else.

  That scared me a little. Before Vegas, I'd been content with a constant stream of one-night-stands--except I'd be lying to myself.

  I was content but I'd never been happy. I was 31 and I wasn't getting any younger.

  It was nice to be able to talk to someone, to form a deeper connection with them. I’ve been shallow my entire life but Ryan had given me a glimpse of more and damn it. I wanted it all.

  An hour later, I was standing outside the door to Ryan's apartment when I heard him cursing loudly from inside.

  Worried he'd hurt himself or something, I unlocked the door and found him in the kitchen.

  "Are you hurt?" I asked.

  Ryan shook his head. Then I caught sight of the burnt piece of meat on the frying pan. I couldn't tell what it was initially.
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  "So," he began. "Dinner's ruined."

  Ryan sounded frustrated with himself but I knew the best way to get him to relax again. I hugged him. Ryan buried his face into my neck.

  "Are you sniffing at me?" I asked, amused.

  "Your cologne smells good. Have I mentioned that?" he asked. He dropped my gaze. "I'm sorry."

  "What for?"

  "I wanted to make a home-cooked dinner for us to celebrate your first day back at work. I watched this cooking video and everything. I thought I could make something complicated. I ended up burning the sirloin steaks instead."

  Steaks. So that was what they were. I knew Ryan got bummed when things didn't go his way.

  Little things like that always seemed to bother him. I kissed him on the mouth to help him forget about his earlier disaster. He placed a hand on my chest.

  "Food first, before fucking. I'm starving. All I had for lunch was a sandwich." He complained.

  "I couldn't agree more. Forget about the mess in the kitchen. I'll clean it up later. How about we order in? Watch that latest Korean historical drama that came out?" I suggested.

  Ryan beamed at me. He knew I didn't get the hype about Korean dramas but I watched them with him anyway. Reading subtitles after a tiring day wasn't particularly relaxing to me but spending time with Ryan was.

  "Great. Let's order from our favorite Mexican place. I've been craving fish tacos. What about you?" he asked.

  "Burritos and nachos for me."

  Our favorite Mexican place. I liked it when he used words like 'our' and 'us' as if we were mutually exclusive. A real couple.

  We ended up ordering the entire menu. The delivery guy looked happy when I gave him a big tip. Ryan and I laid out all the food on the coffee table. We settled down and began to eat.

  Sex wasn't on my mind all the time anymore, even though all I could think about earlier was dragging Ryan to our bedroom.

  I’d fuck his brains out. Wear both of us out. Except now I was content just sitting next to him and pigging out.

  I was always so put together and concerned about my appearance when meeting up with my hook-ups. With Ryan, it was easy to let my guard down. I could be myself when I was around him.

  "Are you planning on eating that last nacho?" he asked, eying my container.

  I handed it to him. Ryan hit pause on the show.

  "So tell me about your first day. Did anyone bully you?" He asked.

  I laughed at that. "This isn't kindergarten and I'm now a grown man who can defend myself."

  I knew what incident Ryan was referring to. Jordan and I met in kindergarten. We became instant friends after he protected me from a bully. Sally Monroe. She was two inches taller than me and she liked to pinch my arm. Boy, she was mean.

  “But seriously, it went well. I get along with my colleagues,” I told him.

  I kept talking, telling Ryan about how the rest of my day went. Ryan listened to me intently. Occasionally, he made comments.

  “That’s good to hear,” he said.

  He snuggled closer to me. I was stumped. In a few weeks, Ryan and I had moved from being enemies to becoming actual friends.

  A hook-up would’ve started snoozing the moment I started talking about something so mundane like my job. It was different with Ryan. He paid attention.

  “I kept thinking about you all day,” I murmured.

  “Tell me more.” He urged. “I like where this is going.”

  “Do you now?” I teased.

  Ryan turned the TV off. He closed his fingers over mine and led me to our bedroom. That was right. I moved out of Ryan’s guest bedroom three days ago. Neither of us could decide where we wanted to fuck, his room or mine.

  We almost always ended up in the master bedroom, his room. I slowly shifted my personal belongings to his space. Ryan didn’t seem to notice, that or it didn’t bother him. So that was that.

  I yanked him close and gave him a long and rough kiss which left me hungry for more.

  “Do you remember Vegas? How you rode me like a cowboy? I want to see you do it again.”

  Ryan colored but I could tell he was aroused.

  “We had plenty of drinks that night,” he said. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so—” Ryan trailed off as if he didn’t know what adjective he’d use to describe himself.

  “Wild? Bold?” I suggested.

  I took off my clothes and crawled into bed. I grabbed the condom from the bed stand, about to rip off the packaging.

  “Wait,” he blurted. “No condoms.”

  I raised my eyebrows. I wondered if I sounded too hopeful because my heart was racing. I never fucked anyone bareback before. Taking Ryan without any thin latex between us would be mind-blowing.

  There was something just so intimate about having no barrier of plastic between us. Nothing that would get in the way of our skin touching.

  “You sure? In case you’re worried, I had myself tested six months ago. I’m clean and you know there hasn’t been anyone but you,” I told him. “I can show you the results. The email from the clinic is still on my phone.,

  Ryan shook his head. “There’s no need. I trust you. Before you, I hadn’t had sex in a long time. I’m clean, too.”

  I returned the condom and gave him a big and inviting smile.

  “Then come ride me, babe.”

  I gave him a wink. Ryan only rolled his eyes. He swiped the lube next to the condom. I liked the fact our supplies were always nearby.

  He mounted me, resting his ass on my abs. Ryan lifted himself and I groaned, watching him lube his ass up. It was erotic as hell.

  Ryan didn’t look embarrassed the least bit. He knew me watching him was turning us both on. My dick was already at half-mast as he continued pushing two fingers in and out of his hole.

  His ass always felt so tight, so amazing around my dick. Once he was done prepping himself he lifted his ass. Ryan slowly lowered himself down my dick. I groaned, settling my hands around his waist.

  He moaned as he finally sheathed my dick. Ryan swayed side to side, up and down. I groaned as he started fucking himself on my cock. Ryan blanketed his body over mine and I gripped his hair, kissing the hell out of him.

  “So good,” he whispered when we both parted from the kiss.

  Ryan pulled his ass away from my dick and I finally decided to take charge.

  I gripped his shoulders and reversed our positions. Ryan lay underneath me, his pupils dilated and his mouth still swollen from our earlier kiss.

  My dick felt like a steel pipe. My balls tightened against my body. I hefted his legs over my shoulders and began to rut him for real. Ryan’s eyelids fluttered as I began to hammer him.

  Every moan I managed to wrangle from his sweet mouth only served to amp me up. I picked up the pace, riding him faster, harder. He kept begging me for more.

  “Noah.” He gasped, leaving half-crescent nail marks across my shoulders.

  My last thrust sent him off the edge. He splintered, painting my abs with his cum. I entered him a few more times, before filling his waiting ass with my jizz.

  I swiped a couple of tissues next to the bed. I cleaned us both up, then threw the used tissues in the trash can. Then I spooned him in bed. This must be my favorite part after sex. The cuddling.

  I knew I was slowly changing thanks to Ryan. Being with him was beginning to make me a believer in relationships.

  I knew that at any moment, things could come crashing down on both of us but I didn’t care. I wanted to find out where this particular road might lead us.

  13

  Ryan

  “Glad you can make it,” I told Noah as he made his way to the entrance of Mad Murphy.

  The bar was run by my two cousins, Callum and Cillian Murphy. It was also Ian and my favorite Friday night hang out place.

  After his last disastrous relationship, Ian frequently went to Mad Murphy to hook up with cute guys. He always dragged me along. I was his wingman but I always hung in the back, not interested in anyo
ne who hit on me.

  This time, I wasn’t just going to sit around and drink alone while I watched Ian flirting with his potential fuck buddy. I had my husband with me.

  “Sorry for the wait. The meeting ran longer than I thought,” Noah said.

  He automatically kissed me on the mouth, and I liked that. How he kept taking initiative these days. Two months had passed since we started living together. I thought that one of these days, we were going to get sick of each other. It never happened. Yet.

  Sure, we sometimes argued but we never had any major fights. So far.

  "Were you waiting long?" he asked.

  Noah reached for a stray strand of gold hair that had fallen across my face. He tucked it behind my ear. The gesture felt intimate, sweet almost.

  Before we ended up being accidentally married, I'd never associate the word 'sweet' with Noah. To me, he'd always been my older brother's cocky best friend. Hot, sexy, too full of himself. Untouchable, at least to me.

  Finding out there was so much more to him had been a shocker. Noah could be unexpectedly funny. Unpredictably possessive and loyal.

  "Not at all. Ian and Jordan are already inside. Shall we?" I offered my arm to him, laughing as Noah took it with a serious expression on his face.

  Friday nights were loud and crowded at Mad Murphy. We somehow managed to squeeze our way through the throng of people.

  I spotted my brother dancing with a tall, lean and blond guy in his early thirties by the jukebox. Jordan couldn't dance for shit so he mostly kind of awkwardly flailed his arms around. The guy didn't seem to care he was a bad dancer.

  I snorted and moved on, still holding onto Noah's arm. I didn't want us to be parted from each other. I found Ian sucking face with his latest date. Ian only told me two things about Gary.

  One, he was an underwear model. Two, he was shallow and a little superficial. It didn't matter to Ian, because he was pretty sure they'd get sick of each other in a week or so. Ian dislodged his mouth from Gary as he spotted us. He waved.