Chapter 8
Nick
I wasn’t planning on making out with Liz. When I walked into the apartment, I wasn’t even sure how she was going to respond to my proposition. But, when she closed her eyes and her lips parted ever so slightly, I couldn’t resist.
The sexual tension had been present ever since she came to New York. Every day she walked into the office, I had to use every ounce of self-control not to try to make a move. There had been a time when we had been sleeping together regularly.
I knew I was the first person she’d ever had sex with, and to this day, I thought about that night. I thought about everything I did to her, and what I still wanted to do. I was far more experienced now than I had been when we were younger, and I’d wanted to show her the techniques I’d developed.
Now, as we continued to make out in the living room, the passion was replacing the tension. There was so much pent up energy that we had to let out, there was no stopping it once we started. The way she moaned into my mouth told me she felt the same way.
We continued to kiss, and I slowly backed her into the hallway and then to the bedroom I knew was hers. Never once did my lips leave hers or did my hands stop traveling over her body as we went.
As soon as we closed the door behind us, I started taking her clothes off. I had to see her beautiful body naked all over again. I had to taste her. It had been too damn long since I’d had her flavor on my tongue and I was being driven insane by the need for it.
Each garment fell to the floor, then I led her to the bed, pushing her gently back onto the mattress. My lips left hers then, but only to move to her collar bone, then her breasts. I swirled my tongue over first one pebbled nipple and then the other, feeling her squirm under the attention.
Finally, slowly, I kissed and licked a trail down her stomach until I came to rest above her sweet, soft pussy. She was so wet for me already; she clearly had been craving it as much as I had been. I had hardly dared to let myself think that it might happen again, but with my mouth over her soft clit, I was so glad that it had come back to this.
I pleasured her with my tongue, sucking her and teasing her, running my hands over her body as I kissed her. She was moaning on the bed, grasping at the sheets with her hands, arching her back and pressing her pussy against my mouth.
Her gasps and moans were getting louder. I knew she was about to come, and I didn’t stop until she did. Her juices tasted even better than I remembered, and I licked them all up, savoring her taste. I wanted to lavish her pussy with my tongue for hours.
But I also had needs, and after she came, I rose from the bed and took off my own clothes. With a grin, Liz got off the bed and dropped onto her knees, kneeling on the floor in front of me. She took my cock in her hand before putting her lips around my girth.
I closed my eyes and shuddered with the pleasure that surged through me. Clearly, she had also worked on her technique over the years. Though I had always considered her to be the sexiest woman I’d ever been with, we were both so young when we were fucking before; we didn’t know what we were doing most of the time.
Sure, I had taught her the basics of giving pleasure to a man, but with the way she now flicked her tongue, moving her head back and forth while she sucked, I knew she had gotten more experience. I tried not to let the jealousy run through me, but I couldn’t help it.
There was something about Liz that had always captivated me, and not even being across the country had been able to change that. I always wanted her. I had to have her. There was no doubt about that in my mind.
She used her hand, putting it right at the base of my cock as she sucked. Her head moved quickly back and forth over me as I held her hair, and I couldn’t take it for very long. She was going to make me come, and though I wanted to fill her mouth with my load, I instead pulled her back.
With a smile, she rose, wiping her mouth and laying back on the bed. I had to be inside her. She spread her legs as I eased myself down over the top of her. As I ran my hand over her pussy again, I could feel how wet she still was. It was hot as hell to have her so turned on by sucking me, and now, I was overcome by the urge to plunge myself in.
I took my cock and pressed the head of it to her wet pussy, only waiting a second before pushing it deep inside her. She let out a moan, arching her back once more and taking me as deep as she could. She was still tight as hell, and I held myself inside her for a moment before I started pumping in and out of her.
We moved to the music of each other’s bodies, timing our thrusts in perfect harmony with each other. I loved the way she moved on the bed under me, taking me deep and letting me slide nearly all the way out before pulling me into her again.
I ran my hands over her as she did the same to me. I couldn’t get enough of her bouncing tits beneath me, or how they felt under the palm of my hand. Her hands ran down my back, and I was sure she left marks with her nails, but I didn’t care.
Liz had just agreed to be my wife, and though we both knew that it was going to be fake, I had hoped for the chance to do this again. I didn’t want any other woman. No one else turned my head the way she did. No one else captured my attention or filled me with the same lust.
It was clear to see by the way that her body responded to me that she felt the same way. She needed the release just as much as I did, and no one would do it for her quite like I would. Suddenly, the thought of sharing my life and my bed with her for however long didn’t seem like a hardship. I was almost willing to thank the damn investors for cooking up this stupid idea. My cock slid in and out of her tight pussy, moving easily with how wet she was. She moaned, letting her voice rise as high as she pleased. There was never any inhibition in the way we fucked each other, but the maturity of her body made it all the sexier.
On another high cry, she came again, milking my cock with her tight walls. It was enough almost to make me blow, but I grit my teeth and hold back. I wasn’t done with her just yet.
“Turn over,” I whispered. With a smile, she obeyed. Doggy style had always been our favorite. It was the first position we’d ever done, and I looked forward to it now. I could get even deeper inside her, and she loved the feeling of my cock at a different angle.
She was on the bed on her hands and knees, and I eased myself higher, putting my hands around her hips and holding her firmly in place as I thrust into her from behind. She closed her eyes, moaning and letting her head fall back. Her mouth was open, and her hair fell back over her shoulders.
I grabbed a fistful of it in my hand and pulled back, sending a new wave of pleasure through her body. She moaned again, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Seeing her in such pleasure was enough to make me come in itself, but feeling her, knowing that I was the one who was doing this to her, it was more than I was able to stand.
Once again, her breathing was picking up. It was shallow, intense. She always breathed that way when she was about to climax, and I wanted to get her off once more before I reached my own end. I moved my hands over her body, grabbing her tits before letting them slide back down to her hips.
I was pushing into her hard and fast, our gasps and moans filling the air. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through her room, and I finally pushed into her one last time. She let out another cry of pleasure just as my cock started to empty inside her, giving her all that I had in me.
I held her in place, emptying myself completely inside her as I came. It was the most intense orgasm I could ever remember having, and I knew it had to be because of how I felt about Liz herself. No one else could get me off the way she did.
We stayed in place for a moment, catching our breath as the sweat dripped off of us. It was wild; it was hot. It was the best sex anyone could have asked for. My cock was still inside her, and I was starting to grow soft. With a pang of regret at the loss of feeling her velvet glove, I slipped out of her.
With a smile, I laid down on the pillow, letting her crawl up and put her head on my chest. I didn’t want t
o run off, though I had really only come to get an answer from her. There was even a part of me that didn’t care if David came back and found us in bed together.
No one was as compatible with me as Liz, and whether our relationship was fake or not didn’t matter. If we could have sex that good, then it was worth the risk of her brother finding out. At least, tonight I was willing to make that risk.
Liz didn’t say anything, but the smile on her face told me exactly how satisfied she truly was. She laid on the bed next to me, her eyes closed. Suddenly, it didn’t even matter if the pizza man didn’t deliver to us. Neither of us wanted to move. We were encompassed in complete bliss, and nothing could touch us in our happiness.
I didn’t know what the next morning would bring, but right then, not even that mattered to me. All I wanted was to hold this woman in my arms and enjoy being together again after years apart.
Right then, all that mattered was the present moment, and right then, I was the happiest I’d been in a long damn time.
Chapter 9
Liz
I woke up feeling warm, safe, and secure. It was a feeling that I only had when I was in someone’s arms, and immediately the memory of what happened the night before came rushing back.
Nick woke about the same time I did, and as soon as we realized what we were doing, we pushed apart. I jumped off the bed and gathered my clothes, pulling them on as he did the same with his own.
“I think we should talk about what this is going to mean exactly,” I told him.
“I think you’re right,” he replied with a nod. “We’re going to have to figure out everything, how it’s going to work, where you’re going to live, what we’re going to do, you know.”
I nodded, but then I sighed. “I’m going shopping with Cassie this morning, so we can’t talk now. I really can’t bail out on her.”
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I didn’t even know she was in town.”
“That’s why I can’t bail. She just moved up here to get her Masters, and now that she’s here, we’re going to start hanging out again. She’s my best friend, Nick; you know how shitty it would be to bail when I’ve not seen her in ages,” I told him.
He nodded in agreement. He knew how close Cassie and I had always been.
“I’m going to show her around town a bit, and we’re going to get something to eat. She wants to go shopping and everything,” I told him. “I’m going to be back later this afternoon, or we can talk tomorrow.”
“We’re going to have to tell your brother,” he said. “He needs to hear it from us before he sees it in the paper.”
“Obviously,” I said as a dark thought hung over my head.
“What?” Nick asked, noting my expression.
“He’s going to kill us,” I said simply.
“Not if we keep the sex a secret,” Nick said. “We just tell him that it’s a business arrangement and that nothing else is going to change.”
“Well I’m going to have to move out, aren’t I? Won’t it look weird if we’re married but living in separate apartments?” I asked.
“I was thinking the same thing,” he said.
I didn’t feel bad about moving out of the apartment. Nick was already paying for it for both David and me, so it wasn’t going to affect him at all if I was there or not.
“We’ll get it figured out, I’ve really got to get ready to go see Cassie,” I said.
“Tell her I said hi,” Nick nodded. We walked out into the living room together, and I was relieved David still wasn’t home. He was going to find out about this. Eventually, we knew that, but I didn’t want it all to go down right now. And, considering it was obvious Nick had spent the night, I knew he would have questions.
“I’ll see you later,” I told him as he left, then I sighed. I didn’t know what to make of any of it, but we were doing it. We would be man and wife on paper anyway.
But what did that mean for us in real life?
“It’s so good to see you!” Cassie shrieked when I knocked on the door to her dorm.
“And you, too! I’ve missed you so much!” I threw my arms around her. We hugged for a moment before pulling apart, and she laughed.
“I can’t believe I’m finally here!” she said with a shake of her head.
“Was it hard for you to transfer your credits?” I asked her. She shook her head again.
“Just had to make a few phone calls is all,” she said with a grin. “And it was totally worth it to get to see your face again. I thought I was going to make all kinds of friends when I was in school, but it was hard with everything, and I really missed you!”
I had convinced her to come to New York to finish her Masters program. Once she’d found that her first few credits would transfer from Arizona State, she mde the jump. I was super excited to have my bestie so close, especially after the new development with Nick. I really needed some I trusted to talk to about all of it. Though Nick was easily my best guy friend, Cassie and I had been best friends since grade school. There wasn’t a single thing about me she didn’t know. Well, almost nothing.
“Let’s eat first, I’m starving,” I told her, and she eagerly agreed. We went to a small diner we found nestled in between a few small shops and settled into a booth.
“So, tell me what’s new with you. How’s it been working for Nick?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Cassie was the only person who knew that Nick and I had a sexual past.
I hesitated for a second. I wasn’t sure what to say at first, but then I merely shrugged. There wasn’t an easy way to say it, so I just laid my cards on the table.
“Well, things are certainly interesting now,” I told her. “I mean, I guess we’re getting married.”
“What?” she cried out. She was always loud and boisterous, and she didn’t care when other people in the diner looked in our direction. I laughed and hushed her before explaining what was going on.
“He just walked in last night and told me that he needed a fake bride. He thought I would be down to play the part for him, and I told him that I would. David wasn’t at the apartment at the time, and when Nick hugged me, things got pretty intense pretty fast,” I told her.
“Did you have sex?” she asked.
I nodded. “I didn’t plan on it happening that way. But we started kissing, and one thing led to another. Next thing I know, we were making out in my room, and the clothes were coming off. It was hot, Cassie. So fucking hot.”
The waitress came and took our order, then brought us coffee before I continued with the story. I still wasn’t sure how public we were going to make what we were doing, and I didn’t want the whole diner to know.
At the same time, it was hard not to talk about what had gone down. I was still in shock myself, but still quite satisfied with the night. He’d made me feel things that I’d never felt before, and I could only shake my head in amazement.
“Was it weird?” she asked, and I shook my head.
“It was so natural, like something that we were going to do. I don’t know how even fully to explain how I felt about it. I mean, having him all over again was just like drinking water after being thirsty all afternoon,” I looked out the window.
“Do you have feelings for him?” Cassie asked.
I had a feeling she was going to bring that up. It was one thing that she had always asked when Nick and I were hooking up before. Back then I also denied it, but she didn’t believe me.
Now, I shook my head. “No. I think I’m past having the feelings for him that I once did. I mean, I still think I might like him sometimes, but then, I think that it’s his body that I like. Not to mention the life.”
We laughed, but Cassie wasn’t going to let the conversation go. “I think you’re lying about that. I can see in your face that you have feelings for him.”
“I don’t!” I insisted. “He is one of my best friends, and I’m always going to love him for that, but I’m not going to think that we’re going to really get married or anything
.”
“But you are,” Cassie laughed again.
I tried not to let her get under my skin. I wasn’t even sure how I felt about the situation, and it didn’t help to have her pressing me that hard.
At the same time, I knew she had a point. Back when I was in college, and we were hooking up, I did have feelings for him. I denied it to everyone, always insisting that we were just best friends, and that was the end of it. But, deep down inside, I knew that wasn’t true. I had a crush on him, and I would have been thrilled if we had gotten together.
I wanted to tell myself that I was over it now, that things were different. We were adults, and our lives had changed since then. Of course, I knew she knew me better than that, and she wasn’t going to believe that. But I was going to insist on it.
“You better admit to yourself how you really feel, or you’re going to end up getting hurt,” she said with a sigh. “I know it can be hard, but if you really like him, you need to be honest with yourself over there.”
“I am being honest,” I insisted. “I’m only doing this as a friend to help him out of a tough spot he’s in. He needs help, and I know I would be the best option he has. We already know each other, we know we get along, and I’m not going to do anything that’s going to embarrass him. He’s got to stay out of trouble in front of his investors, or they’re going to pull their funding.”
“I just want you to be careful,” Cassie replied. She reached across the table and put her hand over mine. “I know you, and you can deny things that are very obviously true. I don’t want to see you get hurt in all this; you have to think of yourself and what this is doing to you, too.”
“I know,” I said with a nod, “but I’m fine, really. I just need to figure out a way to explain this to David, so he doesn’t get upset.”
“He didn’t seem too upset when you were hanging out before,” Cassie said with a shrug. “Of course there were tons of rumors that the two of you were hooking up, and he never said anything about it to anyone.”
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