Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance

by Jamie Knight

I lapped gently at her sensitive pussy, cleaning her up as she regained some semblance of equilibrium.

  I kissed my way into her embrace, my lips going from her pussy back up to her cheeks as Darcy held me tight, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck, feeling cuddly after such an intense and intimate experience. I wasn’t about to deny her, not least because I felt the same.

  “Fuck me, Sean. It feels like I’ve waited an eternity for you. If you don’t, I might die.”

  I chuckled. “Well, we can’t have that, sweetheart.”

  Detangling ourselves, Darcy got onto her hands and knees, her arms resting on the arm of her couch, her pussy and ass presented. I gently fingered her pussy, partly to make her feel good but also to check if she was ready. I kept going until she’d reached a second massive orgasm, just to be sure. Better safe than sorry.

  Gently guiding her back into position and making sure she was comfortable, I stroked the head of my cock against her luxurious lips, which felt better than I ever could have imagined. After a few more passes, I figured it was time and started easing myself into her grasping channel. All was well, Darcy’s sounds of pleasure matching my own until I’d gotten about a third of the way in. The sound that she made wasn’t exactly pain but was full of enough distress to give me pause.

  “Oh, no, honey, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me,” Darcy coaxed, stroking my hip, urging me forward. “I was just surprised, is all. You really are damn big, but it’s okay. I’m okay now, please, keep going.”

  Gently stroking her lower back, I eased further in. Darcy’s tight little pussy seemed to hug my cock in warm welcome, inviting me to stay awhile. Getting a little more than halfway in, figuring that was all she was likely to be able to take, I took hold of her hips and started to move. Pumping my massive cock in her beautiful pussy, both of us making our pleasure well known.

  She came like crazy again. Not quite the banshee wail of before, but a sustained orgasmic moan the height and timber of which could put an opera singer to shame.

  I petted her delicately, doing my best to be gentle, aware of how sensitive she would be now. I wondered if we were done. I was certainly good for another go but didn’t want to push things.

  “Can I be on top this time? I want to see you,” Darcy said, rallying around.

  “Anything for you,” I said and grinned.

  Using her beautiful mouth to get me hard once more, I gently fingered her to orgasm before getting into position. It took a bit of maneuvering at first, Darcy seeming as amused by the slight awkwardness as I was. I got the feeling, not just from her tight pussy, that she didn’t have much experience either.

  After some experimentation, we found just the right angle. With Darcy straddling me, her arms around my neck, she lowered down onto my cock.

  “Fuck,” she whispered as my flared head was enveloped in her sweet warmth.

  “That’s the idea,” I joked.

  Her laugh was as rich as it was involuntary. Darcy nuzzled my neck and worked her way even further down, her tender pussy lips caressing almost all the way down to my balls.

  She didn’t move for a long time, either down for more feeling or up to alleviate things, remaining perfectly still, breathing softly into my neck.

  “I can do it,” she said, seemingly to herself, “I can do it.”

  Easing up a few inches for better leverage, Darcy started to bounce, shallow and fast, riding me for all she was worth. She tightened her grip around my neck and wailed softly into my neck as I took hold of her hips for both kinds of support.

  As we went, she got more used to it. I could actually feel her pussy begin to adjust to the sheer mass of my cock. There really wasn’t much room at all. I kissed her on the cheek, and she kissed me back, the remnants of tears glistening on her cheeks as she raised her head.

  “Happy tears,” she said, trying to obliterate all evidence with the ball of her hand.

  Her next words were lost to moans. The feeling went from barely manageable to pleasurable. Darcy started to pump a bit slower with longer strokes. Sounds of love and affection coming out of her to match the rhythm.

  “Where do you want me to cum?” I asked, feeling like I was getting close.

  “I guess in me isn’t an option.”

  “Well, I—”

  “Kidding, I’m kidding, not without birth control. Let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll swallow, okay? Probably the safest way. Unless you can think of anywhere—”

  “Now,” I blurted, not wanting to miss the moment.

  Hopping off me, Darcy took my cock in her mouth and sucked with aplomb and no small measure of class until I’d filled her mouth with my seed. I reached around and gently fingered her pussy to orgasm, guilty about not letting her cum on my cock, though going by her hums of contentment, she didn’t mind the compromise.

  When she was spent, she collapsed onto my lap with a blissful sigh. I stroked her face as she sucked my fingers clean.

  “I need a shower,” she said, sounding exhausted.

  “Me too.”

  “Okay, but no more sex. Not for now. I need some time to recover. It was truly wonderful.” She laughed happily. “But I’m honestly not sure I can even walk straight.”

  “Here, let me help.” I scooped her up into my arms and headed in the direction of the bathroom, Darcy giggling all the way.

  Chapter Thirteen - Darcy

  It had started simply enough. A simple brush against each other. Still, it was enough to make matters clear. I reached back and wrapped my hand around Sean’s morning wood and stroked, managing to do so without turning around. He began to hum and moan, the sensation rousing him from his sleep.

  I’d wondered what it would take to get him up in the morning. For some reason, I’d thought it would have to be full pussy sex and was both disappointed as well as relieved—I was still a little sensitive after last night—to find out it would likely just take a hand job.

  “Good morning,” I cooed as he started kissing the back of my neck.

  “It is indeed a good morning.”

  He reached around my hip and lightly cupped my pussy which was already starting to get wet. Tenderly massaging my sensitive lips, he got me to the point where I could take a couple of fingers, which he slowly worked inside me until I was at the edge of orgasm. Judging by his breath, he wasn’t far behind, my loving strokes bringing him close to coming.

  I turned onto my side as Sean went to his back. With a grin, I got on my knee and sucked him off until he filled my mouth.

  I wasn’t sure about the taste of his cum at first, and I was still trying to figure out if it was the best thing I’d ever tasted or the most unique. Both, I guessed. Its deliciousness rooted in its uniqueness, there literally being nothing to accurately compare it to. No food I could think of really doing it justice.

  Getting my fix, I lay on my back, legs open, ready for him to do whatever he wanted. My body entirely his. He started with kissing. It was soft and pleasant, moving from my mouth, down my neck to my tits, which he nursed like a hungry baby, softly stroking my belly as he sucked, always mindful of his teeth.

  He brought me to the gate of ecstasy but didn’t let me through, teasing me to the point of madness. The only saving grace was that seconds later, he settled between my thighs, smothering my pussy in sweet kisses that made me moan. His fingers soon entered the equation, working my pussy as his mouth focused on my clit. Using every combination of tongue gymnastics imaginable to bring me to an explosive orgasm.

  Warmed up and ready, I knew it was time to fuck. I wanted him too much to worry about the punishment my pussy had taken last night.

  Sean had avoided being on top, probably because he didn’t want to risk hurting me. Every time we’d pleasured each other to the point of fucking, it was from behind or me on top. Relatively gentle positions gave me a lot of control. I certainly appreciated it, though I was also curious about what it would feel like to be fucked by him, laying under his weight with him in total control as
he moved in and out of me. There was only one way I was going to find out.

  “Could you be on top?” I asked.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I want to know what it feels like.” I shifted a bit, getting into what I hoped would be a good position as he took me lightly by the ankles. When I was ready, Sean moved in, wrapping my legs around his waist. Agreeing this was a good idea, I hooked my feet to keep them in position as he started to ease in. We’d done it enough times by then that I was used to him and the adjustment period was almost nonexistent, his mammoth cock becoming my new sexual normal. I just had to have an orgasm, either by his finger or tongue, or even both, beforehand, and I was pretty much good to go.

  The sensation was strange at first, but I got used to it soon enough, and, before long, I’d figured out a way to have his cock stroke my clit and g-spot with every pass.

  I couldn’t see the clock and had somewhat lost track of time, adrift in an ocean of pure bliss. All too soon, it seemed, Sean pulled out and shot his cum over my stomach. I loved seeing every pulse and squirt. If I had the choice, I could have stayed in bed with him all day, but the real world beckoned.

  ****

  We’d first fulfilled our destiny—fucking on my couch after our first official date. It had been a glorious, orgasm-filled week since then. My first order of business after that first wondrous night was to get myself back on birth control. I was allergic to condoms and wanted to be able to feel Sean cum inside me. It would make things feel even more intimate if such a thing were possible. I still swallowed, but I was more than ready for him to come without pulling out.

  Being with him made my head spin. There were times when he would fuck me three or four times consecutively, with multiple orgasms each time. I was beginning to understand how people became sex addicts.

  He was fast becoming my everything. I’d even picked up a few Irish terms, which really only stood to reason since I spent most of my free time with Sean, Maggie, or Sean Maggie and Gavin.

  “I see Sean is rubbing off on you already,” Maggie said with a laugh when she’d caught me using ‘feck.’

  I tried to watch myself around the office. What was going on with Sean was, at least, partly an open secret. Gavin and Maggie knew, of course, and I figured Nicole had guessed, but I hadn’t actually told her yet. I just wanted to understand exactly what was going on before I really started telling people. Was I his girlfriend? Were we fuck buddies? ‘Soulmate’ really did seem like the best term. Most of the descriptors recognized and accepted by society seeming to fall short or not quite fit. He’d certainly hinted at us being together when we’d seen the Ashtons at the restaurant, but that was probably just to put them off. I couldn’t be sure, though, but it felt real at the time.

  “Have to get to work,” I said, trying to move.

  “Need some help?”

  “Please.”

  I showered and dressed with Sean’s gentle assistance, my lovely man even making me breakfast before we headed out. It seemed only right I drive him back to Maggie and Gavin’s place. I didn’t want him to take the bus or pay for an Uber, not after the pleasure he’d given me, and it was on the way to the office anyway. It would literally take a minute to drop him off out front.

  I was still buzzing when I got into the office. It wasn’t like last night was the first time we’d fucked. The last several days had been filled with the most wonderful sex, but each and every time took me to a new high.

  The past week was one of only two we had together. If I’d known about his arrival sooner, we could have had three weeks together, but I couldn’t dwell on that. I didn’t like to think about what would happen when he had to return to Belfast. Having him here was wonderful, and we were making the best of the time we had, but my true desire was to be his girlfriend, then his fiancée, and then his wife. Whatever the chemical that made women bond to their partner during sex was, I seemed to have more than usual. Despite my dedication to my career, I also wanted a committed, long-term relationship with him and only him. Things were getting complicated. Not that they weren’t to begin with.

  One of the good things about work, at least for me, was that it focused my mind. Even the complexities of love, sex, and destiny weren’t enough to keep me from doing the best job possible in my chosen field.

  During one such beavering session, while pouring over files to take notes and help lighten Nicole’s load, an interesting fact came to light. A person involved in one of her current cases had lied about their birthday, making them a minor at the time, thus making all other events null and void.

  I knew it was unprofessional, knocking on my boss’s door like a woodpecker on amphetamines, but I was just so excited I couldn’t contain myself.

  “Come in,” came Nicole’s confused response.

  “I think I have something,” I said, trying to regain my professional composure.

  It took her a minute to see it, but when she did, Nicole was undeniably pleased. I’d never seen her smile so widely.

  “This is perfect,” she said.

  “I thought it was good.”

  “Good? It’s excellent. There is no case. They will settle for sure and big. No way they’ll want this coming out in court. It doesn’t look great that she lied, but, as you found out, she was a kid. The emphasis was on him. Even if he didn’t know, he’d look like a pervert as well as a crook. Great work, Darcy. The guys upstairs will be happy. Maybe they’ll offer you a promotion.”

  I did my best to be happy. I had the guy I was meant to be with, and I had made great progress at work. Anyone else would have been over the moon. Anyone who didn’t have parents who weren’t trying to marry them off to a business partner’s son. I was dreading the garden party, which was less than twenty-four hours away, but there was no way around it. At least it would be easier to put on a fake smile with Sean by my side.

  ****

  Gavin had loaned Sean a suit for the event. He’d only brought the one, and the Ashtons would tear him a new one if they saw him in the same thing twice. They were just the kind of silver-spoon assholes to think that because they each had closets that stretched for half a city block, everyone else should, too. They harshly judged those who didn’t.

  I didn’t think I’d ever seen Mrs. Ashton smile at all except in the form of a sneer. No wonder their son had grown up to be such an insufferable snob. Not in the Jane Austen way either, where there was a good and romantic heart beating under Mr. Darcy’s exterior. Hell, I’d even take Bronte’s Rochester over Harry’s self-important ass. At least he had a sense of humor. It felt funny comparing my own life to those of characters in 19th-century novels, but since both my parents and the Ashtons seemed stuck in that era, it seemed appropriate. They already had me set up for a marriage of alliance and going to garden parties. What was next, white gloves and a corset?

  Dressed up as best we could, I drove us down to the garden party at my parent’s Palm Springs mansion.

  “Ready?” Sean asked.

  “Does it matter?” I replied.

  He squeezed my hand, and we ventured toward the armed guards, positioned to check invites, and then into the viper den.

  It was even worse than I remembered. The smell of bullshit mixing revoltingly with the reek of overpriced perfumes and cologne all applied a little too liberally.

  “Darcy, darling,” mom said, appearing from the throng of L.A. power elite.

  “Hi, mom.”

  Mom was my kryptonite. Whatever issues I might have had with my dad, I couldn’t cut all ties with him because it would mean cutting my mom out of my life as well, and she didn’t deserve that. Yeah, she’d married him, but that was before he’d made his money and made a name for himself.

  According to her, he changed a lot after that happened. I couldn’t fault her for not seeing the future or seeing the man he would become. She was intuitive, not clairvoyant. She wanted to honor their marriage vows. In some ways, she was as trapped as I was. My dad marched toward me. A class o
f bourbon clasped in his hand.

  “What’s this I hear about you rejecting Harry again?” dad thundered.

  I steeled my spine. “When exactly was it I was consulted about this marriage of convenience? You live in Victorian times, dad. Time to come into the present.”

  Sean squeezed my hand, which helped me simmer down before I said something so mean and nasty, I would regret it for the rest of my life.

  “Don’t take that tone with me, young lady.”

  “Young woman actually, not young lady. Young lady is what you say when scolding a child. I’m an adult, albeit a young one, which is more than I can say for some. Before you ask, no, I am not going to quit my job or move back home.” I glanced at my mother. “Sorry, mom.”

  My dad rocked back and forth on his heels. “Have it your way. I can’t say I’m not disappointed, but you’re an adult now, like you said. That still doesn’t explain why you were rude to the Ashtons? I got quite a distressing call saying there was a scene at a restaurant.”

  It was all I could do not to let my jaw drop open. “And they said I was rude to them? That’s odd. I remember them being rude to me and Harry very nearly insulting Sean.”

  “Sean? Who’s Sean—”

  “MacBride, straight from Belfast City. It’s an honor to finally meet you, sir,” Sean said, offering his hand to shake.

  Acting on what looked like autopilot, fake civility part of his stock and trade, dad shook hands with Sean.

  “Have we met before, Mr. MacBride?”

  “I don’t think so, sir. I’d remember such an auspicious occasion.”

  “Funny, I usually meet the men who take my daughter out.”

  “Not for a while now, I’d imagine, what with her being outside your legal control and all,” Sean said with a flattering wink.

  “Quite,” dad said, doing a poor job of hiding his irritation, “still you should be aware that Darcy has a very serious boyfriend and—”

  “We’re hungry,” I said, pulling Sean toward a massive table of food.

  I would never say I was perfect, no matter what aspirations my dad might have had. I did my best to be as good as possible but still had flaws like any flesh and blood mortal. Among those was my habit of eating when I was stressed.