Page 11 of The Fake Boyfriend Excursion

All in all, it's a spectacular day. My shoulders are a little red, as well as my nose, and there's salt water tangling in my hair making it a mess, but I can't quit smiling on our way back to the suite. Chad had disappeared ahead of us as soon as we had gotten back to the ship, and I was glad to be rid of him for the day. There was only a few more days left before I had to go back to my real life in Stonewood Ridge. I wanted to soak in every unblemished moment, and that's exactly what Chad was. A big, crusty blemish.

Kicking off my flip-flops, I head over to the couch and flop down in the corner of it. My sundress, a little shorter than the one that I'd worn to dinner last night, was pulled on over the bathing suit I'd worn for snorkeling, a more conservative one-piece than the bikini I'd bought specifically for the cruise, though I wasn't sure I'd have the guts to wear it.

"That was so fun," I say, popping my elbow up on the back of the couch and resting my hand on my closed fist. I smile at Trick as he toes off his own shoes and rolls up his pant legs before mirroring my position on the other end of the couch. It was fun. It was a good idea. I hope that my light sunburn is enough to cover the fact that my cheeks are getting red. It's ridiculous that such a small compliment can have such an effect on me. Thanks for going with me. He cocks his head to the side. Why wouldn't I? I shrug, not wanting to bring Chad into the conversation. He already feels like a specter hovering over us. "Not everyone would have," I simply say. Though, I guess it turned out to be a good thing, considering he showed up.

I grimace. So much for not talking about him. Trick frowns at me. He mentioned that he had wanted to do this and was one of the reasons he'd agreed to go on the cruise. I arched my eyebrows stunned. When did he say that? He was talking to the guide while you were using the restroom. I shake my head. He's so full of shit. He wouldn't book any excursions ahead of time with me. I figured I wouldn't get to go on very many because I didn't know if they would allow me, allow us to book last minute and it didn't feel right.

Why didn't you just book what you wanted to do by yourself or ask me or my parents to go with you? I shrug. It didn't feel right to make the trip about me and what I wanted. This was your guys's family trip, I'm just tagging along. He shakes his head, letting his... drawing his hand down his face. You're so silly sometimes. I can't help but chuckle at that. Silly? Why? You have just as much right to have fun on this trip as anyone. No, I disagree immediately. I didn't pay for it so that wouldn't be right. It's bad enough I already feel like I should pay Chad back since I ditched him, not that I didn't have a good reason.

Trick narrowed his eyes and scooted forward. Did he tell you he paid for this trip? I'm not sure what he means. I lift my head from my hand. I know you paid to upgrade the rooms. He lifted his lip in a sneer. God, he's such a tool. Cruise was a gift to my parents from me for Christmas last year. They asked if we would come with them, so I bought tickets for me and Chad, and he insisted that he couldn't possibly go without his girlfriend at the time. I don't even remember her name. He adds with an eye roll, so I paid for that ticket, too.

He just let you pay for him and his plus one on your parents cruise that was a gift? Trick holds his hands out in a way that suggests he's revealing something important, and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the beauty of Chad. I can't believe it. He'd let me think that he'd paid for our room, had been embarrassedwhen I overheard his mom say something about Trick upgrading them to suites, but didn't want to talk about it when I suggested we thank him. Now I know why. He didn't want me to find out that he hadn't paid a damned thing.

I sit up straight remembering his words from the night before. "That asshole," I say vehemently. He said last night that I should sleep with him because I owed him for this trip. Trick snorted. He sure did. "I guess by that logic," I say without thinking, "I really owe you a thank you romp in the sack." The smile that had been curving Trick's lips slowly fades. His eyes, so dark and dreamy, heating with intensity at my words. "I'm never one to say no to a good time." He says it like it's a joke, but his face and voice are too serious.

I lick my lips and try and change the subject. Thank you for being such a good guy and helping me make Chad jealous. I'm sure you'd rather be off doing your own thing or finding someone to spend your cruise with. I glance toward the bedroom just in case he didn't understand what I meant. But he doesn't take his eyes off me, just moves a little closer until his bent knee touches mine. "Is that what you think?" He says, his voice low and a little huskier, "That I'm just being a good guy and helping you out like a friend?"

It kills a little part of me to say it, but I nod. I know that's how you see me. Just some damsel who got in over her head and needs rescuing. The fact that you're sharing your personal space with me, eating food in your suite instead of with your family, and going on excursions with me, I can't tell you how much it means to me and I have no way of ever paying you back. I hope you know what a good person you. My words cut off with a muffled sound of surprise as Trick's firm lips seal over my mouth.

6

I kissVirginia 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 settleson 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 sitback 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.

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