The Fake Boyfriend Excursion (Cruisin’ With Curves)

Chapter 6

6

I kiss Virginia to shut her up. I can't listen to her call me a good guy anymore, to act like I was just doing this out of the goodness of my heart, when all I've wanted all day was to rip her black bathing suit off of her body, lay her out in the shallows on the beach, and taste every inch of her until she screamed in pleasure.

She sits frozen in shock for a long moment, and I lessen the pressure of my lips, moving them gently against hers, coaxing her as I slip my hand up to the side of her face, my fingers curling around to the back and tangling in her windswept hair.

She makes a shuddery little gasping sound, and I slip the tip of my tongue past her parted lips for a quick taste inside, not even bothering to try and hide my groan of appreciation. She tastes like the ocean and the sweet mangoes we'd eaten earlier and something that was intrinsically her. It reminded me of sunshine and happiness.

I pulled back just far enough to separate our mouths, pressing my forehead against hers. "Hope that was okay." "Surprising, but yeah. Okay." I pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, then licked her lush, bottom lip. "I need you to understand something." "What's that?" She asked breathless, her fingers gripped at his V-neck, and he could feel the small tremble in them. "I'm not a good guy."

She tried to pull back, but he tightened his hold on her neck and face, keeping them pressed together. "Why would you say that?" She says urgently. "You're amazing. You've been so good to me." "To you," he interrupts and emphasizes, "I've been good to you because I want you." She doesn't say anything for a long minute, and I occupy myself by grazing my lips along her smooth, soft cheek, and then lift the shell of her ear, giving her lobe a gentle suck just to feel her shiver.

"What does that mean?" She whispers, fingers pressing into my ribs. "It means that I've wanted you from the moment you walked into my mother's kitchen holding that dish of cheesy potatoes that was one of the worst things I'd ever tasted." She gasped and pulled back, and he let her that time, grinning at her outraged face.

She slapped playfully at his chest. "You ate three helpings of those potatoes." I shrug and tug on one of her loose waves. "Baby girl, I'd eat a lot worse to make you smile at me like you did that day," I say honestly with a small shrug, "And I don't give a shit about making Chad jealous. I never have. If you want to, that's fine. I'll help you. And if that's all you want from me, I'll grit my teeth and get through it."

"But I don't want to play games with you. Not anymore. Not if it means that you think for even a moment that all of my words and looks and touches are some play act to convince an audience of fake feelings between us. My feelings have always been real for you, Virginia." I'm prepared to keep going, to take as long as I need to convince her that what's between us can be real. That I'd show her how it could truly be if she was with me instead of my idiot brother.

But I don't get the chance, and I can't say that I mind when one of her thick thighs sails over my lap, and then she settles on my arms, twining behind my head. She looks down at me and smiles. "Is this okay?" I grin back, "Surprising, but okay." She leans down to kiss me, and I realize that she's hovering over my lap, planting my hands on her curvy hips. I tug her down forcefully. She gasps and stares straight into my eyes. "That's better," I say, softly. "I don't ever want space between us."

"Trick," she says softly, grazing her fingertips across my forehead and down the side of my face, resting against the short beard on my jaw. "Will you kiss me again?" "Any time, any place," I say, grabbing her jaunty little ponytail and pulling her down to my mouth. I'm less gentle this time. Now that I don't have to coax her, I unleash all of my pent-up desires and devour her, sinking inside her sweet hot mouth and tasting every inch of it."

Her lips are so soft and plush. I can't wait to feel them on other parts of my body, but for a long time, I can't get enough of kissing her. Even as my cock hardens pressing up against her, I can't tear my mouth away for more than a second to take a deep breath before diving back in.

She makes the sexiest little whimpering sounds as she lets me take control, turning her head just how I want it, opening further for me when I grip her chin and tug it down. She scratches her short nails down the back of my head, and I moan, pressing my hips up against her. "Shit," she whispers, rocking against me. I got the sexiest woman alive sitting right on top of my cock. "Of course I am," I say, kissing down her throat.

She rocks against me again, sinking her teeth into her lower lips, her eyes at half-mast. "Feel good?" I ask as I slide my free hand up over her hip and belly to the outside of her breast, testing the waters, seeing if it's too much, too fast. She nods, her ponytail slipping through the clench of my hand. I release it and palm her hip to help guide her movements, speeding her up, dragging her along the hard length of me, through her dress and my pants.

"Good. I want to make you feel amazing," I say, sweeping my arm across her pebbled nipple. "Will you let me do that? Will you let me make you feel so good?" She's watching me through her half-lidded eyes, caught halfway between lust and good sense. I can only hope that her desire comes close to matching my own, and that she doesn't let the same voice in her head talk her out of experiencing what could come next.

What feels like an eternity passes, and then she nods. "Okay." "Okay," I say back, and then wrap my arms around her and push to my feet. She gasps, her arms and legs wrapping around me. "Trick, what are you doing?" "Taking us to the bedroom." "Oh, I don't know if..." "Don't worry," I say, brushing my against her ear. "I won't be taking that sweet pussy tonight. This is for you." She stares at me with wide, vulnerable eyes as I gently lay her down on the bed we've been sharing the last two nights. Tonight though, we won't just be sleeping, and there won't be any clothes left between us anymore.

Keeping my eyes locked on her, I strip off my shirt and toss it aside, feeling 10 feet tall when she runs her tongue over her lips, eyes taking in every inch of me. I'm glad she likes what she sees. If she didn't, I'm not sure there is a thing about myself I wouldn't change to please her. I place my hands just above her knees and glide them up her thighs. Fuck. I was right. Her skin is so soft. I want to rub my whole body against her, feel all of her softness against my hard angles and roughness.

When I start to pull her dress up over her hips, I feel her tense beneath me. "What's wrong?" I say immediately, keeping my hands where they are and not lifting the fabric any further. "Nothing," she says, shaking her head and giving me a soft smile. "Just getting caught up here," she says, and points to her head. I lean down and give her another quick, hard kiss, and then sit back and say, as I pull her dress off over her body, "You are the sexiest woman alive. Remember that."

I toss the fabric aside and stare at all of her soft curves and rolls and her tits that were made for sucking on, so big they'd be perfect for sticking his dick between and fucking. He found the front clasp on her bra, releasing their bounty and groaning, "Fuck, baby girl, you are so beautiful, like a fucking goddess," I groan, leaning down and licking one of her large nipples, sucking it into my mouth hard. She arches against me, and I grin. I love that she's sensitive here, that I'll get to play as much as I want, and she'll enjoy it.

"That feels so good," she whispers, grabbing the back of my head. I hum and give her a couple more suckles before pressing an apologetic kiss to her nipple and raising my head. "Have you ever orgasmed just from nipple play?" She stares at me, eyes wide and shocked, cheeks flushed, lips, a dark rose, and then she shakes her head. "I've never tried." I bob my head and scoot back. "We will, but another time. Right now, I need to get my mouth on this pussy," I say, dragging her cute little striped panties over her hips and down her thighs.

The scent of her arousal is clawing at me, some primitive part of my brain screaming at me to take her, to claim her, to put my baby inside her so that no one else can ever have her. I settle between her thighs, rubbing the side of my face against the inside of one of them, pressing kisses to the golden skin there. "You're so soft everywhere," I say against her skin. She lets out a shuddery breath, hands gripping at the bedding. "Thank you." He grins and closes the distance between his face and her lower lips, wondering if he can get her to thank him again.

Gently, he noses at her mound, taking in her scent and rubbing it against his face, groaning at the glistening wetness he can see already. I use my thumbs to spread her open, revealing her soaked entrance and hooded clit. I run my tongue around her entrance, unable to resist getting a taste straight from the source, and I groan against her. I hear her gasp, but I don't stop. Shifting my attention to that little bundle of nerves, I run my tongue around it, playing with the hood, figuring out which side is most sensitive, whether she likes broad strokes or the pointed tip, she wants it fast or slow.

When he finally finds the perfect rhythm that has her thrashing on the bed, moaning, he sinks two fingers inside her, grunting at how tight she is. He curls them up, finding that rough, spongy spot on the hood of her pussy and rubs in quick come-hither motion, as he flickered his tongue the rapid pace she preferred. "Oh, God," she cried, pushing her pussy against his face.

He threw his arm over her hips, holding her down in place as he kept working, driving her higher. Her slickness coated the entire bottom half of his face in his hand, and he couldn't get enough. He was drowning in her scent and taste, and he'd be perfectly happy if he died right there, because he was pretty sure he'd found the entrance to heaven.

When she started twitching against his hold, making quick, surprised sounds, her head moving restlessly, he knew she was getting close. Could feel it in the flutter of her pussy around his fingers. He ignored the ache in his jaw, doubling down his efforts, zeroing in on that perfect spot, and sucking her clit into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue. She cried out so loudly, he knew Chad had to hear in his suite right next door, and that filled him with a sense of accomplishment. He'd done it. He'd made her his.

As Virginia spasmed around him, she gushed out against him, soaking him and the bedding beneath her. That was it. That was all he could take. As soon as she stopped spasming, he jumped up onto his knees and used the hand slick with her arousal to jerk himself, staring at her heaving chest and flushed skin, and the soaked black curls between her thighs.

Her eyes were barely cracked open as she watched him, hands splayed out to the sides. "You are so perfect, baby girl," he grunted out. "I'm going to make that sweet pussy my second home. Next time we do this, I'm filling you up, first with my cock, and then my cum, so you better be ready because I'm not stopping until I put a fucking baby inside you."

My words are almost harsh, my voice guttural, as I start to shoot, aiming straight at her soaked entrance. Once I wring out every last drop, I rub it into her skin, dipping my fingers back inside her, holding her gaze as I do it. She doesn't stop me, doesn't protest. I know the chances are pretty damn small, but the fact that some of my seed did make it inside of her only makes me want to do it again, but for real. I want to push every last drop all the way up straight into her womb.