Authors: Z. Elizabeth
“Craig, I don't care any more. I've spilled my guts to you and you've told me you love me too. Kels told me our parents need to grow a pair and get over this feud and this marriage hasn't sorted it out but now I have you officially, I'm not letting you go, I just told you that. They can be upset, they can throw tantrums, act like kids but there is nothing they can do, not any more.”
Jesus, this is why I love this girl. She's so passionate and once she gets going she goes for it. She's determined, she's focused and most importantly I have her heart. She's mine. Mine to love and cherish. I grin back at her, happy she's not going to care about our parents and I pull her back and press my lips to hers. Now we've admitted our feelings everything has changed. Our touches become more important, more permanent and more electrifying, much like our lips on each other’s. I could die a happy man right now knowing that I got to spend five months with this girl, and know she has spent six years intensely loving me back. We both smile into the kiss and pull away when we begin to laugh. I stare at her, my heart thumps due to the overload of confessions, of love, of having Nic as my wife, for real this time. One more kiss and she rests her head on my chest, yawning in the process. I know that it's time for bed and all I want to do is just hold her close all night, knowing I have her.
“Come on, babe, let's go to bed. We can consummate our marriage for real in the morning.” And with a cheeky grin I lift Nic up from the sofa and carry her back into our room, and set her down. When we get ready for bed and slip under the covers, I slide behind her, pull her tight against me and she sighs in return, holding onto my hands. This is how it should be, how it always will be.
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I wake up in pure bliss. I'm drifting between consciousness and dream-world. I don't want to wake up because the blowjob in my dream is fucking real as. I can feel Nic's mouth around my cock, feel her sucking the head, licking up and down and, oh god, her hands are massaging my balls. I grip hold of the duvet and lift my hips up, needing to be deeper inside Nic's mouth. It's not until I feel a vibration through my cock and Nic giggle before pushing my hips down that I open my eyes and look down, resting on my elbows.
Fuck, this is definitely not a dream, but what a way to wake up.
Nic is a vision between my legs, cock in mouth, seductively looking up at me, while she continues to bob up and down, using her mouth and hand to emit pleasure from me. I groan and lie back down on the bed. “Oh god, what a fucking way to wake up.” I mumble. My hands go straight to Nic's hair and I tangle them up in the thickness of it.
I want to guide her head up and down but also I want to thrust my hips upwards and deep throat the fuck out of her. I know this isn't her favourite thing to do, but Jesus Christ, waking up to find her mouth wrapped around me will be etched in the spank bank for when she's not around. This is the hottest thing she could have done and I know I will have to wake her up this way one day too. Just thinking about going down on her, licking up her sweet juices, making her explode with an earth-shattering orgasm makes me growl and tug at her hair hard. She slaps my thighs and I relax my hold on her just a little. I need to be touching her, need to slip my fingers and tongue inside that sweet pussy but shit, I need her mouth assaulting me more right now. I clench my eyes shut at the sensation her mouth is bringing me, and ever so slowly begin to rise my hips so my cock goes even further in her mouth. Her hand is wrapped around the base and her mouth is going in time with her hand. She suddenly begins to speed up her movements and I can't hack it, I swallow hard and thrust deep inside her mouth. She pins my hips to the bed and I open my eyes and watch her move. When she spots me, she smiles at me, and moans around me, shooting pleasure everywhere.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck, you have such a pretty little mouth.” I moan out and then I am growling when she does the one thing I have been wanting her to do.
She deep throats the hell out of me.
She relaxes and inch by inch I watch her mouth slide down my cock until I can feel it at the back of her throat. Holy fucking shit, I see stars flash around my eyes and they roll to the back of my head. This feels amazing and I have the urge to drive myself further but I hold back and tighten my grip on her hair. She looks up at me through her eyelashes and does it again. I burn with the love I have for her, for what she is doing and I need to be inside her right now – the pleasure intensifying each time my head hits her throat. I need to bury my cock inside her wet pussy and mark her as mine. Right the fuck now. She slowly brings her mouth back up, sucking hard as she goes and I can barely breath, barely think. When she licks the tip, I go caveman and drag her up the bed, flipping her on her back and I pin her down with my body, smashing my lips to hers. I don't care how rough I am, I know Nic can take it and her heavy moan is all the permission I need. I rip my lips from hers to pull her up and remove her top before covering my body back to hers, skin on skin.
Nic wraps her arms and legs around me and I slide inside of her effortlessly. She's fucking dripping around my cock and we both gasp; her at the intrusion and me at just how wet and hot she feels wrapped around me.
“God, baby, I love you so much.” I grunt, grabbing hold of the bed frame. I watch her mouth turn into a smile and her eyes clench shut when I so obviously hit the wicked spot inside of her. Her hands grasp my hair and she lifts herself up from the bed to bite my shoulder – hard. I react to that bit of pain by driving myself harder, faster, deeper and in turn it makes the frame and the bed slam against the wall. Nic meets me thrust for thrust, keeping up as much as she can until her eyes shut tight. I need to see the beautiful greens of her eyes.
“Open your eyes, Nic and keep them open. I want to watch you break apart when you come.” I order, roughly kissing her whilst trying to keep the pace I've established. “Touch yourself, Nic.”
I feel her clench at my commanding tone and I nearly shoot my load inside of her. I don't think she has ever done that but she has me in a fucking vice. She knows what she did, the sneaky bitch, as she is grinning up at me. She still isn't touching herself and I’m not sure how long I can last. I want her to come with me.
“Touch yourself. Now. I won't ask again, Nic.” I say, clenching my teeth together when I watch her hand slide down her body and touch that beautiful bud that makes her scream my name.
“Oh fuck, Craig.” She mutters, her finger moving over her clit at lightening speed. I know she's close, her pussy muscles are clutching me yet again. I don't have much longer before I mark her and by the sounds of it, she doesn't either. She's got her eyes closed, she's biting her lip hard and her finger is rubbing rapidly; hips thrusting manically against my cock.
“Open your Goddamn eyes and come now, Nic.” I growl at her and she opens them in a hurry, her eyes burning into mine. I push myself in two, three more times before I come inside my wife with an “I love you”. With the first lot of spurts, Nic swallows and begins to convulse around me, screaming my name as she comes and I can feel her pussy gripping me, her juices washing over me and dripping out of her – she milks me for everything I have and more. I slowly move in and out to get over the aftershock and then I let go of the headboard and collapse on top of her. I'm sweating, out of breath and freaking sated. I kiss between Nic's breasts, licking up the sweat that has accumulated there and roll onto my side, slipping out of her before bundling her into my arms. She has a content smile on her face as she looks up at me and I feel like the shit knowing I put that there. We both lay side by side, watching each other and trying to catch our breaths. She moves some hair from my forehead and I catch her hand in mine, kissing her palm, much like I did at our wedding. I smile at her and lean in to kiss her briefly. She's looking at me with so much love that it warms my heart and I know with her by my side, we can face anything and anyone. Starting with our friends.
“Thank you for that wake-up call.” I smirk, breaking the silence. A red tinge spreads across her chest and cheeks and she shyly smiles at my chest. I lift her head back up and cup her cheek. “I know you aren't a fan of giving head, but, Nic, you fucking blew me away... literally.” This makes her giggle and I can't help but grin at her. She really is the perfect woman for me. How has it taken our grandparents and a deal to get us to this place?
“I've been wanting to do that for weeks now. Seemed the perfect time after we shared our 'I love you's.” She replies, moving into a sitting position, where she proceeds to lift her hair, wrap it in a bun then let it tumble back down her back. I'm mesmerised by that simple act, plus the fact she's butt naked helps, too. She climbs from bed and retrieves a towel from the wardrobe.
“And where are you going, Mrs. Thomas?” She looks over her shoulder and bites her lip to contain her smile at that name. I knew she loved it when I called her that and she definitely confirms it with her reaction.
“To shower, Mr. Thomas. Are you coming or not?” And I know she means in both ways by how she lifts her eyebrows after it. I jump from the bed, lift her into my arms and run to the bathroom with her squealing.
“Oh, I think we will both be coming.” I reply and slam the door shut behind us.
Yes, we both did end up coming.
Chapter
Nineteen
Three months left
Nic
Another three months have passed since Craig and I revealed our feelings for one another and nothing has changed. We have always acted as if we were in a relationship, with our friends and in private too, so it just came naturally to us to keep that going. The only thing that changed is that we say 'I love you' to each other. Every time I hear those three words, my heart bursts with the overwhelming feeling back. The key has been found and Craig has most certainly unlocked the chains. And it was about bloody time too. I don't think I could have waited any longer.
We told the gang about everything, last month and to say it went well could be an understatement. Craig and I decided that we wanted to wait a month to tell them, just be together
for real
before unloading the bomb of how fake this marriage has been for the past nine months. We told everyone to come over to ours, and then we dropped everything on them. From the will and the deal, to the fake marriage and everything in between. Yeah...we got shouted at for not confiding in them but then Matt, Rob, Kels and Tammy stepped in and told everyone to quit their bitching. That we had to keep it quiet or it wouldn't work. My chest constricted at the four of them sticking up for us and I mouthed a 'thank you' to them while Craig had squeezed my hand. After the shock wore off, we were more than happy to answer their questions. Yes, we were in love, had been since we were teens. Yes, we were furious at our grandparents but we both had the same mindset – we got to be together for twelve months. Then the one question that hit us, hit me right in the chest: do we know what the feud is about and will we be finding out. I saw Craig freeze up at the question when everyone told us we should find out and I creased my face up at his reaction, but then I let it go when Craig grabbed my hand, kissed my palm and changed the subject to how we told one another we loved each other. In our pretending, we did a mighty fine job of acting in love in front of all our friends because they truly believed this marriage was real.
That was definitely a high-five moment!
But what isn't a high-five moment is the fact we still need to tell our parents that we aren't getting a divorce in three months time. I am terrified of my mother's reaction. She will most definitely go off the rails; screaming, shouting, ignoring me. She has noticed a change in me recently and I can tell she is trying to figure out why I am so smiley, why I am now answering her questions and adding Craig into them as much as I can. I want her to guess, I want her to call me out on it and I want her to know she is not coming between us. I still have my suspicions over her involvement, but I am so proud of Craig for not delving deeper into their past, for leaving it alone and not giving in to what our grandparents obviously wanted us to do – wanted us to get our father's friendship back. Everything is just perfect between us and I really couldn't be happier.
We
couldn't be any happier.
With Craig in the shower, I'm pottering around the house waiting for Matt to come round for dinner. Since Christmas, when I was dragged away from him, and I saw his face, saw the pain, the heartbreak I made it my mission to get to know him better. So every week, Matt comes over for dinner and the three of us reminisce about school and university and everything in between. There are still some sexual comments that fly from his mouth, but he's calmed down a lot around me. I'm pretty sure it's down to being more comfortable around a couple in love. We've eased him in slowly and it's been so lush getting to know this side to him, one that I adore and I know any girl will be lucky to have him. He just needs to learn to love himself first before giving love a go.
Breaking free from my Matt trance, Craig's ringtone begins to blare through the living room. I let it ring out but whoever is on the other end is determined to get hold of him, and since he is happily singing in the shower, I take it upon myself to answer it. After telling John that Craig is in the shower, and a few otherwise pleasant formalities that are definitely forced, John drops a shit load of dynamite on me. He may as well set fire to it and blow me up along with it.