Dirty Fake Fiancé

by Sky Corgan

  She takes my hand. “No need for violence, dear. We’ll just be there for Adele." She hesitates before speaking again. "I think something happened between them.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Adele hasn't exactly been jovial.” Mom moves her silver bangs away from her eyes and then looks at me. “She hasn’t said anything to you lately?”

  "No. But I’ve been so busy with this business deal that I’ve let everything slip.”

  She chuckles. “That didn’t stop you from picking up a fake fiancée for the night.”

  “Adele told you?”

  “She did. She also said that she needs Harper here, though lord knows why.”

  Harper winks at me from where she's now doing the limbo with my dad right behind her. Judging by the goofy smile on his face and his willingness to be anywhere near her, it's obvious that he's had a little too much to drink. Harper slips under the pole, it gets lowered, and then it's my father's turn. Mom rushes in to stop him before he breaks his back. Harper was barely able to make it under the pole. Dad has no chance in hell.

  I find myself becoming antsy waiting for Lenka. I don’t know how long she’ll take to get up here. Then again, maybe she’s changed her mind and jumped overboard.

  Just as I'm on the verge of going back downstairs to check on her, Lenka emerges from below deck in a gold shimmer dress with her hair in a bun. The dress is short, but with her long legs, it fits her perfectly. It's as if a light is shining on her, because not only has she taken my breath away but she’s gotten a few other people’s attention. I wait for her to approach me, feeling as if time’s standing still. She's absolutely breathtaking, and there's a surge of pride in knowing I'll have her by my side for the entire trip, even if it's only because I'm paying her.

  CHAPTER SIX

  LENKA

  I can't help but feel that this dress is a bit too flashy for the occasion. There’s no back to it, so I couldn’t even wear a bra. With the low-cut front, it feels as if I’m showing a bit too much cleavage.

  I cautiously wave at Danny when I see him, thinking that I don’t want too many people seeing the ring. They’ll know it’s Adele’s. I’m sure she’s been showing it to everyone, and I feel like an imposter wearing it. Then again, I feel that way about the dress, too. The only thing that’s mine is the lace panties that I have on underneath.

  I take a deep breath, thinking about all the things that Danny told me. As long as no one approaches me, all I need to do is smile and act as if I’m the happiest girl in the world. That’s not difficult. I can do it. I’ve done it many times before.

  I shake away my thoughts, noticing that Adele’s walking up to me. Danny’s making no attempt to approach me, which makes me feel awkward. There’s no smile or emotion on his face.

  “Wow, you look amazing.” Adele kisses me on both cheeks. I don’t know what to do. Danny's just watching us from a distance.

  “Thank you.” I beam at her.

  She whispers, “Does the ring fit?”

  “It’s a bit tight, but it fits. My name’s Lenka, by the way. In case he didn't tell you.”

  “I’ve told everyone about you, so hopefully things will go a lot smoother for you guys. No one can believe that Danny’s getting married.” Adele laughs. “My brother’s a good man. He just had an unfortunate experience,” she assures me.

  “Okay.”

  “If you can just make sure that she doesn’t spoil my wedding...” Adele glances over at Harper.

  “I’ll do what I can.” I hug her, and then she smiles as she parts ways with me.

  I turn to head towards Danny. I didn't notice that while I was hugging Adele, someone spilled a beverage just where I’m about to step. My legs slip out from beneath me, and I begin to fall. My heart races with panic. I close my eyes for the impact just before feeling strong arms swooping around me.

  “Be careful,” Danny says, gazing down at me. I know that I can stand up by myself, but I find myself clinging to him. “You have Harper to thank for that,” he tells me in a serious tone before placing me on my feet.

  “Uh-huh.” I find myself unable to think of anything else to say, sad that I'm no longer in his arms.

  ***

  By the end of the night, nearly everyone believes our story of being engaged. Harper is staring at me as if she wants to rip me apart. I ignore her. Danny’s always by my side, one hand around my waist, looking after me.

  The night comes to an end, and the guests start descending to their cabins.

  Danny whispers as he pulls me close, “You ready?”

  I incline my head. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  He laughs. “That bad?”

  “No, I’m just exhausted." It’s been an emotional rollercoaster. When I was touching and holding him, I wasn’t acting. Wanting to be close to him just came naturally.

  “So, tomorrow we’ll go up and have breakfast. I think Adele said around nine," he tells me.

  I start to get nervous as we head down to his suite and I think about the sleeping arrangements. He turns on the light and asks, “Hey, do you mind if I have one of the covers for the floor?”

  “Danny, this is your room. We can sleep in the same bed.” My stomach twists, wondering if he'll misconstrue what I'm offering.

  “Are you sure? I asked you to pretend to be my fiancée. I don’t expect anything else. I just want to be clear about that.”

  I smile at him and then head to the bathroom, wondering if he's being sincere. I change into my night shirt, freshen up a bit and brush my teeth. Then I take a deep breath and head to the bedroom, fantasizing about all the things that could happen tonight. Danny's already in bed. I crawl in beside him and turn off the light.

  “Good night, Lenka,” he says.

  I turn to face him, but I can’t see him. I can smell his woody scent next to me. I thought that he would want me. I had visions of coming out of the bathroom and having him ready to take me. I feel completely disappointed as I whisper, “Good night.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  DANNY

  Fuck! I can’t sleep.

  Lenka looked so hot in that dress when she came up on the deck. It fit her like a glove. I couldn’t help but touch her silky skin. It’s flawless, as if her body’s bathed in coconut oil. Her pale complexion was glowing as the midnight moon beamed off it. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen, and now she’s in my bed. I can’t believe that I’m not ravaging her right now. I must be getting fucking old.

  She’s everything I’m not used to, which is why I keep trying to resist her. There’s an innocence about her that I steer clear of. Women like that tend to get clingy after one date. I don’t know if it’s all an act, but I know one thing for sure. There’s a strong chemistry between us. It’s making my cock twitch, reminding me that her sweet pussy’s so near.

  So many of my booty calls are on board this ship. Many of them saw through my little charade. This girl Gia even whispered that I should visit her when I was done on deck. I had last been with her only a week ago. There was no way that I was proposing to anyone in a week.

  She claims that I’m like her. Love the idea of being free and single. Maybe she’s right. I remember when I first broke up with Harper, I didn’t feel sadness, just relief. Then again, that could be because Harper’s crazy.

  When Lenka asked if I had a thing for any of Adele’s friends, I said no. Not a thing, more like cravings. I crave pussy like women crave chocolate. It doesn't matter if the girl is a friend of Adele as long as she's hot and willing to put out.

  I look over at Lenka. The moonlight’s shining through the window, and all I can think about is taking her in my arms and working my way down to her warm cunt. She looks so damn inviting. Not once did she tell me to move my hand while I was touching her tonight. If anything, she encouraged me by whispering in my ear. I think that she fucking enjoyed it. But I paid her to be my fiancée, not my sex puppet. I never pay for sex. I’m not about to change my ways now.

>   I'm sure I could make her wet and have her begging me to fuck her with just a few teasing touches. How the fuck can I resist the beauty next to me? I may not have paid for sex, but I’m not dead, especially from the waist down. I’m not going to the bathroom to jerk off because as soon as I get back in bed and smell her vanilla scent, I’ll want to fuck her all over again. This is driving me crazy. I want to touch her so damn badly.

  Now, I feel like a pervert. I have to distract myself before I do something I'll regret.

  I pick up my phone and start flicking through it to see if I missed any calls; it's been on silent all day. Fuck. There’re three from Carl. No messages, just voicemails. I don't want to listen to them but I know I probably should.

  “Danny, call me!” That's the first one. Straight to the point.

  “Danny, are you on the boat? Maybe you can’t hear your phone because of the music. Okay. We’ll talk at Tarrytown House.” He laughs nervously, and I don’t know what to make of it apart from the fact that he’s claiming he'll show up. That’s a good sign.

  The anxiety in his voice seems to rise with each voicemail. “Danny, sorry, I’m just stressing. Pre-wedding nerves and all that bull. See you tomorrow. No worries.”

  I sigh. It's normal to be nervous the night before your wedding. If I were marrying my sis, I would be nervous too. I love her like crazy, but she can drive me mad at the best of times.

  My parents are complete opposites, and they’ve been married since forever. Maybe that’s the secret to long lasting relationships, marrying someone that has the qualities you don't.

  I put my phone down and roll a bit closer to Lenka, still wanting to wake her up and have a taste of her. Who am I kidding? I want a lot more than a taste.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  LENKA

  I feel him moving behind me. He presses his body against mine, and I tilt my head back. His lips find my neck, kissing a path down its curve. I sigh gently because he’s so tender—a nice surprise.

  If I pushed him away, I would be lying to myself. I’ve been aching beside him all night long, waiting, longing for him to touch me.

  Danny’s lips whisper down one of my shoulders. I lie still and allow his fingers to move towards my hip. I should tell him that I want this. Make it known that I’ve been craving him ever since he kissed me before we boarded the boat.

  “Yes,” I purr as his hand moves back up my body to pull down the strap of my lingerie.

  “Lenka,” he growls as he starts to strip me. I can see the hunger in his eyes.

  I shimmy out of my panties.

  His arms are around me, his hands cupping my naked breasts. My breath catches as he gently rolls my nipples between his fingers.

  “I love your breasts,” he snarls against my neck as his breathing picks up. I roll over to face him, reaching around to grab his ass.

  To say that I’m inexperienced in the bedroom would be an understatement. It was on my twenty-first birthday, and I knew what he wanted. I thought that losing my virginity would make me feel like a woman. The only thing I felt like at the end of the night was cheap.

  I hook my leg over Danny's hip and grind against his warm body. I can feel his excitement, his hardness. He’s hot and needy, wanting me as much as I want him. His full length rubs over my folds, his boxers the only barrier between us. I want him to take me right now, but something’s holding him back. He has an open opportunity, but he’s stopping, and I don’t know why.

  “Fuck me!” I demand, tugging at his boxers.

  One of his hands roams my chest while the other moves slowly down my stomach. It edges towards my sex. He parts my folds with his fingers, and my cunt starts to throb from his touch.

  “Do you want to come?” he asks teasingly.

  “Yes.” I squirm breathlessly against him.

  He silences me with a deep penetrating kiss. My hands start to explore his body. I take my time, but I’m drawn to the bulge between his legs. I stroke him gently through the material of his boxers, generating a vibration in the center of his chest.

  “We need to get ready for breakfast,” he says softly, an almost silent withdrawal to his words.

  My eyes are closed. I’m ready for him to fuck me, but he seems to be slipping away. Sunlight is streaming in through the window. I know I should agree with him, but I don’t want food. I'm hungry for something else

  “Don’t you want to?” I can’t even say the words properly. It sounds so pathetic, like I'm begging him in the most subtle of ways.

  “Yes, I want to. But in the shower. I want to clean you from head to toe.” I look up into his eyes, and he smiles. Then he guides me off the bed and says, “You’re so damn beautiful. Do you know that?” I shake my head at his confession. No man’s ever called me beautiful. Hot. Sexy. But never beautiful. “Every inch of you, from your red hair that shimmers in the sunlight to your sparkling green eyes.” He cups my face and then strokes the side of it with his thumb. “Your milky skin feels like silk, and as for your lips.” He bites my bottom lip then pulls back slowly. “I could suck on them all day long.”

  He stands and drops his boxers to the floor in one fluid motion. When he straightens, I see his erect cock. It’s so thick and long, with veins along the shaft. Thinking of it being inside of me should scare me, but it doesn’t.

  I blurt out, “I’m on the pill because I have skin problems. So you don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant or anything?”

  He smirks. “You’re too cute, you know that?”

  Danny takes my hand and leads the way to the bathroom. There’s lust in his eyes, and I love the way he looks at me.

  We reach the bathroom, and he starts the water. He steps into the shower and reaches out for my hand to join him. As soon as we enter, he closes the shower door and draws me to him. His kiss is fierce and hungry. The urgency of his touch drives me backward until I'm pressed against the cold wall.

  He stops for a second to reach for the sponge and then applies some shower gel to it, fixating his eyes on me. It's as if he freezes me with his gaze. Danny gently begins to wash me. Every movement, every brush of his hand, is a pleasure to me. I close my eyes, wanting to enjoy the sensation of being bathed by him.

  He pays special attention to my breasts and then rubs in between my legs. I jerk as the sudsed-up sponge glides over my clit.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  He doesn’t have to ask twice. He moves it just to the top of my thighs, in between where they meet, near my folds, and then he slides it down to my knees and back up again.

  “Turn around!” Danny guides me.

  I glance back at him, silently begging him to stop teasing me and just take me already.

  “Hold still.” He squeezes more shower gel onto the sponge and starts to stroke my neck. I can’t get over how good everything feels. I’m loving being attended to. He doesn't ignore any part of my body. His hands gently massage my breasts, his fingers sliding across my wet skin. He works the sponge over my stomach, back and legs. Once I'm well-lathered, he takes the showerhead and dances the jet spray across my skin, working down my torso.

  “Open your legs wider!” he commands.

  “Ah,” I cry out. The warmth, vibration, and rhythm of it are like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s as if a thousand tiny fingers are stroking me at once.

  Danny turns me again, keeping the showerhead between my legs. As the water strums my clit, he braces my ass with one hand and draws my left nipple into his mouth. He grips me firmly as his mouth applies suction. It’s too much. Everything begins to tighten and convulse. I can’t help but allow the release of pent-up tension inside of me. He brings his head back up and seals his mouth over mine as I start to come.

  If he weren't supporting me, I would fall to my knees against the tiles.

  “Yes! I’m coming!” I say before taking a moment to catch my breath. “Danny! This is amazing. You’re amazing.” My words are mumbled. I'm distracted by the feeling of his body press
ed against mine, hard but soft all at once. “I need to bathe you.” I use my hands to roam his warm skin, exploring his perfect body, touching his firm triceps, lingering on his bare chest. I shift as his cock grazes me.

  “You really want to do this?” he asks, though I don't quite understand why.

  I gasp as I feel his dick in between my legs. He’s rubbing and teasing the head of it against my folds. Once again, he silences my thoughts with a kiss. He knows how to press all the right buttons. I feel powerless against his touch.

  “I want to clean you. It’s something that I’ve never done before,” I say to him meekly once our lips have parted.

  “Oh, so do you just want a new experience, or do you want me?” There's an urgency to his voice.

  Without hesitation, I reply, “I just want to return the favor.”

  He moves away from me. “Clean away.”

  I wrap my hands around his ass for a moment, squeezing it before I abandon hard flesh to pick up the sponge. I start moving the sponge over his body as I draw his nipple into my mouth. He rocks his body, pushing his cock against my stomach. I kiss a trail down his abs to his throbbing dick before dropping the sponge to the floor and seizing his cock in my hand. He's so thick that I need both hands to stroke him properly. His glans is dripping with pre-come.

  “Yes,” he growls as I open my mouth and angle his dick to be sucked on. While my left hand works on caressing the base of his cock, I slide my lips up and down his shaft slowly. I take my time tasting every inch of him, even though he's still slightly soapy. I move my tongue along the ridge as I ease him deeper down my throat. He’s so fucking huge.

  Danny holds onto the back of my head, guiding me gently as he snarls, “Your fucking lips feel as if they’re made for my cock!”

  His fingers tighten in my hair. I’m controlling how he feels with my mouth, and I know that he’s loving it. He sinks against the wall. I continue to stroke him with one hand and tease his balls with the other. I’ve never given a blowjob before. The idea of it would have made me feel sick before Danny, but with him, it just seems so natural. I lock my lips just below the crown of his cock and stroke him rapidly. I’m humming as I suck on him, and his hips are jerking as he holds onto my head tighter. I know that he’s about to come from the animalistic noises he's making. He roars before I feel his hot salty come coating the inside of my mouth. I toss my head back, slurping and swallowing every last drop of his seed.