Four Week Fiancé

by Helen Cooper

  I paused then, trying to think about more than just my carnal thoughts. I felt more for her than just sex. I could feel it in my bones, in the way my heart raced as I gazed at her graceful movements in the water. I found myself staring at her face as she stopped floating and started treading water to me. I immediately swam over to her, my strokes fast as I ached to get to her quickly.

  “Enjoy your swim?” I said lightly, stopping a couple of inches away from her. Though I wanted to touch her, I didn’t want her to think I was all about sex. I wanted her to like me for me. I wanted her to want me, not just because I was attractive and rich. And I wanted her to know that my interest in her wasn’t just about sex—even though I wanted to fuck her into oblivion. Things were going to get complicated and I didn’t want the start of everything to be ruled by our sexual attraction to each other.

  “The water feels good.” She nodded, her eyes gazing into mine wonderingly. She looked disappointed, and I had to hide a smile. She wanted me to move closer to her and take her into my arms. I knew it as well as I knew that my name was TJ Walker.

  “It’s not too cold tonight.” I nodded and tried to ignore the slight parting of her lips. Her eyes looked huge in her face as she stared at me and her blond hair was slicked back.

  “Do you want to race?” she asked me finally, and I laughed.

  “You know I always beat you. Are you sure you want to go down that road again?”

  “You don’t always beat me.” She glared at me and her expression reminded me of when she was a child and got annoyed when Cody or I teased her, which we had done a lot.

  “I don’t think you’ve ever won any race that we’ve been in,” I said and raised an eyebrow at her. I found myself moving closer to her as I just couldn’t stop myself.

  “Whatever,” she said, her breathing slightly faster as our bodies lightly touched. “I’ll beat you now.”

  “Where do you want to race to?” I said, never one to turn down a challenge when pressed.

  “We’ll race out to that buoy.” She nodded her head to a lighted buoy in the far distance. “And then back to shore.”

  “You really want to take on that distance?” I asked her in surprise. By my calculations it would be at least half a mile there and back to shore.

  “Yeah, you got a problem with that?” she said, her brown eyes glittering at me, as if to say, don’t call me out for your problems.

  “Nope,” I said, ignoring the desire to kiss her. “Let’s do it.”

  “Okay,” she said. “On your mark, get set, go.” She screamed and I felt a huge splash of water in my face as she swam off, kicking through the water with all of her might.

  I swam behind her at a leisurely pace. I knew I could beat her, but I wasn’t swimming to win. I wanted to make sure that she didn’t get a cramp in the water or run into trouble. That was more important to me than winning the race. I picked up my pace slightly when I realized that she was still going strong as she made it to the buoy in what I thought must have been record time. I felt a wave of appreciation for her and I was impressed at how quickly she was swimming. Mila was really in this race to win it. I picked up my pace slightly as she did a flip and started swimming back towards the shore.

  “Sucker.” She grinned as she saw me still swimming to the buoy and I was just about to answer when she put her head back down so she could front crawl as quickly as possible back to shore. I laughed as I flipped and I started to do the breaststroke as I made my way back. I could keep my head above water and continue to watch her as I swam. I found myself catching up to her quickly and I knew I could either let her win or take over. A part of me wanted to win so that I could watch her huffing and puffing and fuming about how I’d cheated, but I didn’t. It didn’t feel important to win this. Not now. Not with everything I had planned. I’d be winning plenty pretty soon. I might as well give her this. I slowed down my pace and watched as she made it to the shore and jumped up in excitement, a huge smile on her face as she jumped up and down. My loins froze and my cock swelled as I watched her breasts bouncing up and down. Damn, she was sexy.

  “I beat you.” She squealed at me as I swam up to her. She immediately stopped jumping and made her way back farther into the water as she became self-conscious.

  “You cheated,” I said with a half-smile, finding it hard to ignore the feelings of want that were coursing through my body as she swam over to me.

  “No, I didn’t.” She giggled. “I beat you fair and square. You just suck.”

  “I’ll show you who sucks,” I said, frowning at her. “Let’s race again.”

  “No,” she said, her eyes bright as she licked her lips. “I already won.”

  “Then beat me again,” I said directly to her lips as I stared at the tip of her tongue. My cock twitched as I watched her tongue darting back and forth. I could already feel her tongue on me, licking up and down my shaft before she sucked on my balls. I groaned as I grew harder.

  “What did you say?” She frowned and her eyes narrowed as she looked at me.

  “I said, beat me again.” I moved closer to her and touched her lips softly.

  “I’m too tired to race again.” She shook her head and some sprinkles of water fell from her face to mine.

  “Then wrap your legs around me.” I grabbed her hands and pulled her up against me.

  “TJ.” She gasped as her breasts crushed against my chest.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” I said, knowing that I would pick them up and guide them around my waist if she didn’t.

  “What are you doing?” she said as she complied. I felt her legs wrap around my waist and I held her closer to me. I pulled her down slightly so that she could feel my hardness pushing into her. I wanted her to feel what she was doing to me. How hard she had made me. I wanted her to know just how patient I was being for her.

  “TJ,” she moaned. “What are you going to do?” Her lips trembled as my hands ran up and down her back.

  “I’m not going to fuck you,” I said as my fingers slid down between her legs. I leaned forward and kissed her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth and kissing her hard. She kissed me back hard, her breathing labored, and I could feel her heart racing next to mine. She kissed me with abandon, no longer trying to pretend that she didn’t want this as well. I rubbed my fingers against her clit and she moaned against my lips. Her legs shifted and I slid two fingers inside of her and then sucked on her tongue. Each time I pulled my fingers out of her, I sucked on her tongue harder and I could feel her body shaking next to me. Her pussy was tight and my cock was jealous that my fingers were getting all of the action. She moved her ass back and forth as my fingers entered her. I could feel that she was close to orgasm as her pussy lips tightened on me.

  “TJ,” she cried out as I felt a warm gush on my fingers as she clenched for a few seconds and then her body grew more relaxed against me. I kissed her hard for a few more seconds and then pulled away slightly. Her eyes looked up at me lazily and full of lust. My heart expanded for a few seconds as she looked up at me with trust.

  “Enjoyed yourself?” I said with a smirk and I could see her blushing slightly.

  “I, uh,…” She looked at my lips and paused.

  “Congrats.” I winked at her.

  “Congrats for what?”

  “For winning the race,” I said. “That was your prize.” I lifted my fingers out of the water and sucked them slowly. Even though they were wet from the water, I still thought I could taste her juices. Though that might have been wishful thinking. “And this is my prize,” I said as I continued to suck my fingers. Her eyes widened and I could see the shock on her face as she watched me.

  “You’re disgusting,” she said, and I could see her watching me diligently.

  “What can I say? You taste good.” I licked my lips and then sucked on my lower lip for a few seconds. “I wish you could taste yourself,” I drawled. “But maybe next time.”

  “There will be no next time.” She blushed, t
hough she didn’t move away.

  “Oh, there will be a next time.” I laughed and reached out and grabbed her breast and played with her nipple. “Only next time, we’ll both be coming.”

  “I didn’t come,” she said and looked away. I could tell she was embarrassed. Though I wanted to tell her not to be. I wanted to tell her that she would have a lot more intense situations to be embarrassed about if she continued to go down this road with me.

  “Okay,” I said and I shrugged. “Let’s go back to shore,” I said. “The others will be wondering what happened to us.”

  “Okay,” she said, sounding disappointed. I swam away from her and headed back to shore. I reached the shore a good eight strokes before her and I stood and waited for her to get out of the water. “So we’re going back now?” She walked towards me, her head held high and I swallowed hard as I stared at her naked body.

  “Not yet.” I shook my head and led her over to one of the lounge chairs.

  “Oh?” she said, looking at me curiously.

  “I have some unfinished business,” I said and pushed her down on the chair. “Lie back.”

  “What?” She blinked up at me. “Why?”

  “Just lie back.” I pushed her shoulder down and laughed at the confusion on her face.

  “TJ?” she said hesitantly as I knelt down and spread her legs. I leaned forward and licked all the drops of water off of her pussy. “TJ, what are you doing?” She moaned and I could feel her legs trembling.

  “You said you didn’t come,” I said, my voice deep, even to my ears. “That means you didn’t get your prize,” I said and looked up at her. “We can’t go back until you get your prize.”

  “You can’t…” she mumbled, her face looking nervous.

  “Oh, but I can,” I said and bent back down and immediately pushed my tongue inside of her. I felt her gush of orgasm as soon as I entered her, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t wait to lap up her juices as she lay there, her body bucking. I sucked on her clit for a few seconds and then kissed my way up her body, sucking on both of her nipples before positioning my body on hers and resting on my elbows. I let my cock rest between her legs and I felt her legs shifting slightly. I leaned down and kissed her and she kissed me back, moaning into my mouth. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her clit and next to her entrance and it took everything in me to not enter her.

  “Oh, TJ.” She groaned, reaching her arms up around me.

  “Yes, Mila?” I said softly, waiting for her to ask me to fuck her.

  “TJ.” She moaned again, her eyes gazing into mine deeply, searching for something. My cock paused as I lay on top of her. I was seconds away from entering her. Seconds away from filling her up and making her mine. She shifted again and the tip of me entered her and she moaned again—a deep, long, aching sound—and she reached up and ran her hands through my hair, playing with my tresses softly. “Make love to me, TJ,” she whispered into the night, and I froze. I jumped up off of her and stood upright, bending down only to help her up.

  “That’s Troy’s job,” I said, my voice cracking as I turned my back on her and walked over to my clothes. “I don’t make love. I only fuck,” I said harshly. I couldn’t even look at her as we pulled our clothes back on. I don’t think she knew it, but my words probably hurt me more than they had hurt her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mila

  June 28th, 2012

  Dear Diary,

  I saw a dirty movie yesterday. Not on purpose. I was just flipping channels and this French film came on and this lady was doing stuff with this man. And then he was watching her do something to herself. It was so awkward to watch. And then, of course, TJ walks in and catches me. He stared at the TV and then at me and then at the TV again and just laughed. I turned the TV off right away, but he just grinned and turned the movie back on. “There’s no shame in pleasuring yourself, Mila,” he said softly and I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. He walked away then and I dismissed it from my mind, but last night I had a dirty dream and all I could think about was TJ guiding me and teaching me how to pleasure myself. I’m not sure what that means—if it’s wishful dreaming or if I’m some sort of pervert now. I’m not going to tell anyone about the dream, not even Sally. How am I supposed to tell her that TJ is in my dreams doing things to me that make my body feel so strange and good? I just hope that one day, those feelings happen in real life as well. I think TJ has a magic touch.

  Mila

  XOXO

  “Sally, are you awake?” I whispered to her for what must have been the tenth time that morning. I wasn't sure why she was in such a deep sleep. Maybe she’d had too much to drink, but she had already been gone from the fire when TJ and I had gotten back from our skinny-dip. Cody, Troy and Barbie had all been laughing and drinking when we’d gotten back and they hadn’t even seem concerned that we’d been gone for so long. Barbie had kinda looked at me with narrowed eyes when we’d gotten back, but not for long, and Cody had essentially ignored me, which had been surprising for how crazily he'd been acting before we’d left. “Sally,” I said louder this time as I noticed her rolling onto her back.

  “Ugh,” she said as she lazily opened one eye and looked at me.

  “Are you awake?” I grinned over at her.

  “No.” She moaned and closed her eye again and rolled over.

  “Sally, wake up.” I groaned. “We need to talk.”

  “I’m sleeping,” she said and pulled the blanket over her head.

  I leaned over, pulled the blanket down and said loudly, “TJ and I fucked last night.”

  “What?” she said, her eyes popping open as she rolled over to look at me in shock. “You did not,” she said, her jaw open as she stared at me, her eyes searching mine. “How was it? Was he good?”

  “It was amazing.” I laughed. “And no, we didn’t actually fuck. Well, at least not really.”

  “What do you mean not really?” she asked with a frown as she yawned. “You either did or you didn’t. There is no such thing as kinda fucking.” Then she sat up straight and her brown eyes widened in excitement. “Unless you let him do anal.” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Is that what you did? Oh, my God, Mila, I can’t believe you let—”

  “Sally.” I rolled my eyes at her and laughed. “He finger-fucked me. No anal.”

  “Oh snap,” she said, though she still looked shocked. “I knew something crazy would go down. Wow.”

  “Wow, indeed.” I fell back against my pillows. “And then he went down on me.”

  “What?” she said loudly. “He did both?”

  “Yup.” I nodded and grinned at her. “I came both times.” I writhed in memory. “I wanted him to fuck me.” I sighed. “So badly. I thought he was going to. He was right there.” I bit my lower lip and stared at Sally. “It felt so good.”

  “So why didn’t he?” Sally looked confused.

  “He said something about Troy.” I groaned. “I guess he felt bad because he thinks Troy is my man.”

  “Hmm.” Sally frowned again. “You think so?”

  “Yeah.” I nodded. “He said, ‘Let Troy make love to you. I only fuck.’ ”

  “Hmm,” Sally said again. “He didn’t care about Troy when he was fingering you or eating you out, though?”

  “Yeah, who knows.” I sighed. “Also, why didn’t you tell me your plan?”

  “What plan?” Sally looked confused.

  “Your plan to hire Troy,” I said softly. “I mean, it was a good idea, but it would have been nice if you would have told me before. Also, he seems to be paying more attention to Barbie.”

  “What are you talking about?” Sally frowned and we both froze as we heard two loud screams. “What’s that?” she said as we scrambled out of bed and to the door. I opened it quickly and we heard another scream. We looked at each other and frowned, both of us frozen to the spot.

  “Yes, yes.” Barbie’s voice floated through the air and we both stood there, our jaws dropping as she scream
ed again. This time we both realized that these weren’t bloodcurdling screams of fear, but screams of pleasure. “Fuck me harder.” Barbie screamed again and I felt my body freezing, my heart sinking to my stomach. I rushed down the corridor and towards the bathroom as I could feel myself feeling sick. TJ hadn’t refused to fuck me because of Troy. He’d refused because he wanted to be with Barbie. What sort of sick game were they playing?

  “Fuck me, big boy.” Barbie’s screams and shouting were getting louder and I could feel myself growing faint. I just wanted a hole to open up and swallow me whole. “I’m coming,” she cried out and her moans matched the banging of someone’s fist against the wall. I looked around to look at Sally, whose face looked crushed for me as she hurried towards me.

  “You okay?” she said with trepidation, knowing I was far from okay.

  “I will be,” I said softly, still feeling very sick as I gazed at her.

  “You two okay?” TJ’s voice bounded down the corridor as he walked towards us from the kitchen.

  “TJ?” I asked him, confused as I listened to the sound of Barbie still moaning.

  “The one and only.” He grinned as he stopped next to us. He cocked his head and frowned as he listened to Barbie moaning. I looked over at Sally and we both looked at each other in confusion. If TJ wasn’t with Barbie, who was? My heart sank as I thought about Troy. What a loser he was going to make me look. He was supposed to be my ‘boyfriend,’ but here he was with Barbie, fucking her early in the morning for all to hear.

  “Barbie woke us up,” Sally said weakly as we all three stood there.

  “Yeah.” TJ looked annoyed. “I guess she’s not very loyal.”

  “I’m sorry about Troy.” I bit my lower lip as I stared at him, but felt like this was some sort of karma. TJ and I had messed around and now our other halves were messing around as well.

  “Sorry for what?” TJ asked, looking at me curiously.

  “You know,” I said and nodded towards the direction of the sound.