The Pretend Boyfriend novel Chapter 74

Adie said to Brian, "Do you mind waiting outside while I talk to her?"

He nodded.

He waited while they discussed something - him - behind a closed door. The discussion escalated into an argument, judging from the raised voices. They were practically fighting over Adie's right to fuck. He was right. Goldie was a bitch. Good luck to Warwick, who had a hard-on for her like no other. Brian wondered why. He would fuck Goldie all right - she was hot. And for him too, by the looks of it. But he wouldn't have liked her.

After ten minutes of this, Adie opened the door sheepishly.

"I'm sorry," she said, "can we go to your place instead?"

Brian was nonplussed. Of course he lived off campus, but that wasn't the point. The point was to make a big show out of it in front of Goldie, so that Warwick could zone in for the kill. Besides, this was interfering with his right to fuck wherever he chose.

"Screw this," he said, grabbing Adie and pushing his way through.

He entered the room. Goldie glared at him.

"You're not turning me out of my own room," she declared.

"Why? Because it never happened to you?" he said. "Fine, then we'll fuck right in front of you."

He began to strip, making a big show out of it. Adie was mortified. Goldie was fascinated. Brian was an exhibitionist. He didn't mind showing his dick to anyone who cared to admire it. He had a magnificent body, and he was all a-OK for flaunting it in the locker rooms, the swimming pool, the beach ... and hell, everywhere he could get away with it.

He took off his shirt and flung it onto Adie's bed. And then his wife beater. He began to unzip his fly, revealing his thatch of pubic hair - he rarely wore underwear - when Adie seized his arm and pulled him into the bathroom.

"Not out there," she said. Her face was red.

Brian grinned. Before he shut the bathroom door, he espied Goldie's baleful and extremely envious face.

Inside the cramped bathroom, he pushed Adie against the wall and roughly kissed her. She gasped at his ardor. He fumbled for her zipper and started to pull off her clothes - her dress, her brassiere (which caught at her elbows) and her slip of sensible panties. She clawed at his hair, his face. She was so hungry for him.

Finally, their clothes were in a heap upon the bathroom tiles. He cornered her against one wall - all fire and manly purpose - the way he thought she might like it. He was channeling a Harlequin romance. He left love bites on her neck, and when she didn't protest, he rained them on her small breasts, and belly ... and down, down, down the trail to her pubes.

He knelt before her and tongued her pussy. He could tell that she never had a guy go down on her before, the way she reacted - all moans and shuddering excitement and intensity. He made a good job out of it. He found a spot on her clit that made her literally go weak-kneed, and he tongued it until she writhed spasmodically.

She cried out again and again, and he grinned when he pictured the look on Goldie's face on the other side of the door.

Later, he stood up again.

His cock glistened with the tight rubber. In a way, he felt like Henry Higgins, showing Eliza Doolittle the ropes. She stared at it, fascinated.

"It's so huge," she said, and he caught the fear in her voice.

"You'll get used to it." He was being unusually patient. "Don't worry ... I'll take it slow."

He pressed her against the wall.

"It's cold," she said, laughing nervously.

"I'll heat you up," he suggested, smiling. He took hold of her hips with his strong hands. "Now put your legs around me. Like this."

She followed his lead and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Don't worry," he said, sensing her discomfiture, "I won't let you fall. I've got you."

His cock strained at her really tight opening, and she squeezed his neck with her arms - afraid of gravity, afraid of his size. Without letting her pause to think too much, he pushed in. She cried out. He stopped, letting her get used to his penis inside her, and then pushed in again. Inch by inch, he speared her until he was all the way through. It was a nice fit - this little snug canal, holding him tightly, pressurizing his hard flesh from all sides.