The Pretend Boyfriend novel Chapter 20

Her shudders dissipate slowly, like a wave breaking apart into froth.

Her body aches with the afterglow.

He is still immobile next to her, deep in slumber. She watches his steady breathing, not daring to touch him in any way lest he awake. She knows that if she just ventures a hand forth, she would touch his smooth back. Or his well-shaped buttocks.

Go to sleep, Sammie, she berates herself.

She finally does. But her dreams are filled with images of Brian fucking her.

Brian wakes up sometime in the morning. The blackouts are drawn close to keep the light out, but from the intensity of sunshine shining through the slit in the curtains, he can tell that it's late morning. Possibly eleven o' clock.

His body aches mildly from too much dancing. He smiles as he remembers last night. He can't recall having such a fabulous time in years. The party had been in full swing, and he vividly remembers Sam's hair tossing here and there as she whips her head back and forth in Zumba dance moves. Sam laughing delightedly. Caleb and Cassie having a wild time.

Sam's warm body is splayed next to his and her hand is unconsciously flung across his back. He turns slowly, displacing it. She does not wake up.

Shit, but he's got an incredible boner.

He watches her in the semi-dark for a while. Her shuttered eyes. Her sweet face. The rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. The blanket is down to her shoulders, and he glimpses the pretty negligee she is wearing, all black lace and frilly patterns.

Now what the fuck is he going to do about his boner?

He can well visualize his hand reaching out to her warm body to wake her. Then he would roll himself to straddle her, and he would kiss her madly and get her worked up into an aroused state. And he would close his mouth around her nipples, and press his erection against her wet, wet pussy.

And enter her oh-so-slowly.

He can almost feel her sweet, velvety walls closing around his shaft.

But of course, they had made it clear that they were never going to fuck each other.

When he opens his eyes, the blanket and sheets are stained with glistening white patches. OK, maybe allowing himself to come on the bed wasn't a good idea, especially with Sam next to him. So she's going to wake up, look at all this gooey mess around her and say -

"What the hell are you doing?" She sits up, her hair mussed and sexy. She wildly looks around. "What's all this?"

He lies back on the bed. He can't help it. He starts to laugh.

His shoulders quake with laughter as tears spring into his eyes. The situation is beyond ridiculous. Here he is, giving himself a hand job while the woman he has been fantasizing about for the past three days - yes, he admits that he has - wakes up in bed beside him and yells at him for messing up the sheets.

He should just take her, press her down onto the bed and fuck her. He's certain that some part of her wants him at least. Otherwise, she wouldn't be giving herself so readily to his kisses.

But he doesn't.

There's no point really. They have had too much of a history together, and most of it was bad. Besides, she's only going to get all angsty and miserable after he leaves. That is what comes of knowing someone before fucking them. There are all sorts of weird emotions and expectations in the mix, especially with women, and you never know when they are going to get all weird on you - even though you've made it quite clear it's just a fuck.