Thief of Hearts: A Rogue Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance

by Carter Blake

  “Ethan?”

  I manage to bring myself to a stop by sliding my feet sideways, like I’m hurtling too fast down a ski slope. It’s a damn good thing I do, because I almost didn’t see Maddie still waiting for the elevator.

  “Hey.” I take a moment to subtly regain my balance, pretending that I didn’t just dart into the hallway like a madman. “Maddie, since you came all the way up here, wouldn’t you like to stay for a little bit longer?”

  I don’t really give her much of a reason to stay, and as soon as I’m done talking, the elevator dings, announcing its arrival, and the doors open.

  “Okay, sure,” Maddie responds, ignoring the elevator.

  Ethan

  How did we even get here?

  How did I even get here?

  I don’t know, I don’t care, and I better stop questioning it and enjoy this rare, surreal moment.

  Maddie is walking with me from the elevator back to my apartment, only a few steps to and from.

  I feel like I’m someone much younger, just learning about this world of dating and romance for the first time, unsure of what happens next.

  I turned to Maddie.

  “Hey, so, you want a scotch or something?”

  Maddie grabs me by the front of my shirt and pulls me closer.

  In a flash, we’re making out like we’ve been kept from it our whole lives, and now we’re suddenly liberated to act on our desires, our wants, our needs.

  It kind of feels like the old days, but it kind of doesn’t.

  This is not like some sparse, sunny Hawaiian vacation.

  It feels like we’re at the top of a skyscraper in a dense city.

  We’re at the center of the world.

  I feel all the metropolitan, cosmopolitan energy flowing through me.

  “Mmmm.” I’m mumbling, and she’s already groaning.

  I feel around the small of Maddie’s back.

  That feeling, it’s so familiar—like it was yesterday, or even earlier today.

  I feel the small of her back, just about where her ass starts, and I can sense the start of her voluptuousness. I move my hand down slightly. Yeah, there it is.

  She’s feeling my ass, too, grabbing a cheek with one hand.

  She’s somehow holding me up but pulling me down closer to her, and our tongues are just going fucking crazy.

  I feel myself falling backwards, in the middle of the fucking fifty-second floor hallway, onto the carpet. Maddie falling perfectly on top of me, our tongues dancing with feverish intensity.

  Passionately and erratically, she grabs what she can of my hair, and I feel the back of her head, her silky, blond strands.

  My hands, as passionate and as eager as they are, are content where they are—just softly feeling those soft, golden Rapunzel wisps.

  Finally, we separate, our kiss ending naturally and slowly. We’re both breathing heavily at a fast tempo.

  “No, thanks,” she tells me.

  “Okay. Want to go inside?”

  “Yes, thanks,” she tells me.

  We stand up slowly, still pressed against each other, not as tightly as before, but only so we can move into the privacy of my apartment.

  As much as it pains me, I turn slightly away from Maddie and towards the door just long enough to unlock it.

  We walk inside, and at some point, between the hallway and the entryway of my apartment, we find each other back where we were moments earlier.

  Our lips find each other’s lips again.

  Our tongues find each other’s tongues again.

  That dance was not over in the hallway.

  And here we are, in my apartment again. What a difference a few minutes can make.

  I feel the electricity between us two. Our tongues continue to dance, and our heartbeats continue to increase in speed.

  I reach over slowly to turn on the light. I can feel Maddie wanting to push me over again, to pin me down, using glorious gravity to press herself against me.

  I want nothing more in the world than that right now, but I don’t want to do it on the marble tiles, because I need my back to stay intact so I can see this—whatever this is—to its fruition.

  I take a few steps to my left, and she steps alongside me, almost like we’re doing a line dance. Our tongues persist in their own crazy polyrhythmic dance.

  Finally, we make it to the carpeted section of the floor.

  Maddie definitely knows what that means.

  I find myself falling backwards, surrendering to her crazy, erratic, vigorous strength.

  I’m lying on my back on the carpet. She’s on top, her weight pressed against me.

  For a moment, all I can I feel is the beautiful sensation of her tits just below my chest. Then, I sense her crotch grinding on mine, slowly but getting ever so slightly faster.

  My cock is as at full length, hard and throbbing as it’s ever been, yet it feels like that’s its natural state.

  Even with the very many enjoyable encounters I’ve had in the past five years with myriad women, I feel like I’m waking up from a coma and seeing the true colors of reality outshine the dullness of some half-formed dream.

  That feeling of my cock just running down my pants leg, wanting to breathe free—and the possibilities to come after that...the memory of that feeling never really left.

  It’s been some time, but it’s the most natural feeling in the world—like riding a bicycle or driving manual transmission: old instincts coming back easily.

  Now, my old instincts are telling me I need to get these stupid pants off as soon as possible.

  Maddie reads my mind. That old telepathy is back. We’re both working feverishly to try and undo my pants, fumbling with the belt buckle.

  There it goes. Maddie undoes my fly, unbuttons by top button, and next thing you know, she’s pulling down my slacks and my boxer briefs at once, and…it comes out, sticking up and out at a severe angle.

  Maddie’s eyes sparkle, their emerald power fixated on the sight of my cock, which is clearly longing for her with intensity.

  She looks like she’s okay with that. She closes her hand around the bottom of my shaft, and the sudden flare of pleasure directs me to make a dumb, animal moaning sound.

  My eyes roll back, and my vision goes slightly fuzzy.

  She uses both hands to softly caress each side, the base, up to the tip of my cock, and I don’t want this moment to ever end, but then she lets go.

  I open my eyes and look at Maddie, my vision refocused, the sight of her clear and magnificent.

  Her eyes on mine, she pulls off her top with frantic force. Just like both of our sets of hands were feverish undoing my pants just minutes ago, now we’re both working the zipper at the back of her turquoise bra, and soon, it’s undone.

  I gently finish removing Maddie’s bra, letting it fall to the floor, and I’m barely finished when she grips both my wrists, bringing my hands to her bare tits in a quick fluid movement.

  Maddie tosses her hair and stares straight up at the ceiling, moaning softly.

  I feel the fullness and the firmness of her tits. At the same time, I feel how way they give way, their natural texture.

  Practicing expert showmanship, Maddie leaves me wanting more, letting her tits leave my grasp as she moves down slowly, strands of her hair moving down my chest, my abs, then my thighs.

  I feel her tongue working its way around the base of my shaft, then working its way up.

  Her tongue runs along every part of my cock, laying the groundwork for Maddie to paint her masterpiece.

  The back of my head hits the carpet once more, and I make another animal sound—a little louder this time. I feel myself breathing almost alarmingly fast, but I don’t care.

  Maddie continues to do her thing, her tongue painting an abstract masterwork. A work that’s better than anything that’s been on display at the MoMA or even the Met.

  This magnum opus bests centuries, eons of art going back to prehistory, including those cave pain
tings in France. I’ve never felt anything so intensely express the joy, the mystery, and the beauty of life.

  “Hnnng.”

  I make another one of those sounds. She takes the tip of my dick into her lips and into her mouth.

  I feel her shifting positions, her tits moving around the top of my legs.

  Oh, Jesus, Lord. There we go. I grip my forehead as I feel myself go weak with ecstasy.

  She makes noises, and she hums, and I feel the vibrations. Staring at the white ceiling so far above me, everything starts getting massively bright, and a heavenly glow overtakes my vision.

  “Hnnnnnnnng.”

  My own stupid moaning sounds bring me back to Earth.

  Just as I’m approaching climax, Maddie gradually lets every inch of my cock, every centimeter, every millimeter slowly out of her mouth, past her tongue, as it continues to weave its primitive yet strikingly impressionistic vision out of her lips and back into the open air.

  Maddie slides up next to me, and our eyes lock.

  The look in her eyes…I was already close to coming all over the place to begin with, and now, I need to look away from her eyes for a second to keep that from happening.

  “Would you like to see my bedroom?”

  “Does it have a bed?” she asks.

  “That’s what I named it after.”

  “I don’t know if anything could be more comfortable than this floor, but I wouldn’t mind giving it a try.”

  Maddie grabs my arm. Awkwardly, but with all the determination in the world, we make it back to our feet. Maddie pulls me along as she starts running.

  Despite my rigid cock, I’m able to keep pace with her with the power of sheer determination.

  I feel like I’m in that late eighteen-hundreds painting of the couple running through the woods during a storm. I guess it’s obvious where the bedroom door is, and Maddie leads me in.

  I slap the light switch on the wall, illuminating a big floor lamp. It’s not the dimmest light, but that’s fine, because I want to experience this as vividly as possible.

  Ethan

  Another memory coming back from the time we spent together in that honeymoon suite is the dancing.

  The lopsided circles Maddie and I performed then, we’re performing again now, as we stumble and spin around on our way from my bedroom door to the bed, our lips and tongues adamantly locked.

  We both fall down on our sides on top of the silky comforter. Our kiss breaks apart once again, as we take a moment’s rest to gaze at each other.

  “Your turn,” Maddie tells me.

  She’s positioning herself, sliding completely onto the bed. She’s ready to receive, her breathing already growing hurried with excitement.

  By now, Maddie’s dispatched her shorts and is slowly sliding her turquoise panties past her knees.

  She does let me do the honor of removing them entirely, though, and I proceed to circle them above my head for a bit before pitching them all the way to the far side of my bedroom.

  “Nice shot,” she comments as I glance over to the darkened corner where her panties landed.

  “Thanks,” I respond quickly, feeling everything within me flow towards the magnetic pull of what comes next.

  I begin.

  I move my hand gradually towards her thighs, feeling my own breath increase as our mutual readiness reaches a new peak.

  I feel around the general area of her crotch, looking dramatically at the ceiling as if I don’t know what I was doing.

  The last thing I see is Maddie smile a bit.

  With my forefinger and my middle finger, I reach down towards her pussy lips. They’re as wet as anything I’ve ever felt.

  I watch Maddie’s head roll back into the comforter. She moans softly, and I move my fingers up and down her lips until finally inserting my forefinger—just a tiny bit, teasing with a subtle touch.

  Maddie’s groans get louder and louder until I stop, taking my hand away for a moment before starting again.

  Like metal to a magnet, I find her clit.

  I begin touching it as lightly as I can, keeping my fingers in its vicinity as I move down the bed and finally bring my head into the position it’s been longing to reach—the position to give Maddie mind-blowing gratification.

  I kiss her inner thighs gently, one after the other, moving back and forth before I begin with soft tongue movements, driving both of us mad as I get closer and closer.

  The sweet, mystical scent is drawing me in, and I feel the unmistakable energy of neither of us being able to take the teasing any longer.

  It’s time to begin on my own masterpiece.

  I feel the electricity flow through me.

  Like my understanding of a painter at a blank canvas, I try channeling every bit of emotion that I’ve ever had. I try to feel whatever unconscious urges are feeding my desire, and I feel the ethereal energy in my tongue.

  I lick around her lips gently with my flattened tongue, guiding my creative impulse to create the most pleasurable patterns possible.

  As an artist, it’s always nice to get feedback. Critique is good, but praise is usually better.

  And I take the sweet song that Maddie’s singing—a song of breathless, unbridled ecstasy in the form of her signature squeaks and moans—as the highest praise imaginable.

  I start using my lips a bit, too, moving slowly up and down. I work my tongue back in, then I pull back slightly as she comes.

  My mind is absorbed fixedly on Maddie, but I manage to notice the feeling of my own rock-hard cock for the first time, pressed as it is by my own weight on the foot of the bed.

  It is absolutely ready to explode at the sights, sounds, aromas, and energy of Maddie’s climax.

  “Fuck,” she breathes. “Fuck me right now.”

  I catch a momentary flash of her eyes, telling me that that wasn’t literal—we both know my masterpiece is not quite finished. Maddie pointing at my head and back to her pussy seals the deal.

  I redeploy my lips back to the lips of her pussy, offering her clit a few soft taps of my tongue before moving onto the finishing touches of this magnum opus.

  My lips fall tenderly into place, as if they’ve arrived home at long last. I create a faint suction, increasing and decreasing the intensity in the mildest of waves, moving along with Maddie as she’s possessed by the demon of unspeakable delight.

  I keep my lips where they are, moving my head back in rhythm with Maddie as she thrusts her cunt at my face, the sheets shifting underneath us as she grabs two fistfuls of the comforter tighter and tighter.

  As she comes again, Maddie lets out a loud shout, neither high nor low, just an uncontrolled yell from the most primal part of her, with no thought or intent.

  I move back and grab my pulsing cock, letting out my own unthinking moan, but stopping short of coming.

  Maddie watches my cock for a leisurely moment, playing lightly with her nipples.

  “Come on, for real this time,” she says. “I’m ready.”

  I don’t know if I’m ready—I still remember those shockingly intense waves of pleasure from all those years ago—but there’s no time like the present, as they say.

  As if there’s a clear path laid out in front of my dick, I thrust naturally towards Maddie and bring in just the tip at first.

  “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!” Maddie shrieks as I feel the entire world vibrate. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

  No time to be cute with the usual teasing, no drawing out and working my way back. Right now, the path we’re on has no room for that.

  “Exactly what you’re fucking doing, yes. More, k-keep...more.” Maddie’s drifting off into blissful incoherence as she floats to paradise.

  I stay on the path slowly, without changing direction.

  “Unfffff.” I make another dumb, primeval noise as I get deeper.

  “Oooooooooh.” At least Maddie’s noises have some clarity to them.

  I close my eyes.

  I must sti
ll have fine art on my mind, because I see a split second of a faint, bluish color that then shifts to violet before vanishing.

  It’s the type of thing I’ll sometimes see if I’m drifting off to sleep after being awake for too long, or that one time I was trying transcendental meditation at the insistence of one of the partners at my firm…

  But now it’s gone, leaving just the brightness of my floor lamp shining through my eyelids.

  I open my eyes, my pupils dilated with excitement, letting in the light bathing the bedroom.

  Maddie and I are working on another tour de force, and this time it’s a collaborative effort.

  We’re operating together perfectly, like two performers with seasoned chemistry that can only come after decades of experience.

  Except this time, it’s immediate and so fucking natural.

  I’m not considering every detail or spending too much thought. It’s just happening, us complementing and completing each other’s movements in our classic missionary pose.

  It’s going perfectly, because there’s no other way it could go.

  Moving any other way than how I am now would be unthinkable, maybe impossible. We reach every subtle change of pace at the exact same moment, fluctuating but building on an upward course—faster, more intensely.

  Climbing the mountain together, I’m already passing heights I’ve never seen.

  We’re both groaning, growling, roaring out nonsense syllables—our yelps alternating, then concurring, quieting down for a second…

  We’re not at the summit yet, but we can see it in the distance.

  There’s still some miles to go before we scrawl our signatures on this masterpiece.

  After the breathy hush of reaching another new height, Maddie slices through the silence with a wild, vulgar shriek as we shift onto our sides.

  Shooting fires from our eyes at each other, it’s time for our finishing touches.

  It’s not that I’d choose for this to end, but the end of this is as undeniable as every part of it—a masterpiece with nothing out of place.

  But fuck the metaphor—we’re past that now. Now we’re just fucking. We’re still not at our peak, but we’re going at it wildly.