Backstage: A Fake Marriage Romance, page 14
I realize that Sophia is looking at me with an expression I can’t quite understand. “Have you finished?”
I nod. “I’ve finished.”
“Do you know how wet I am right now?”
I shake my head slowly.
“I’ll give you a clue”, Sophia says, taking my hand and repositioning it so my fingers are separated from her pussy by a single millimeter of sopping wet fabric. “That’s about as wet as I’ve been for the entire history of this production.
Sophia grinds herself down onto my fingers and kisses me passionately. “You want to slide your dick inside me?” she says.
“More than anything in the world”, I say, the words practically tumbling out of my mouth.
“Pull my panties to the side”, she says naughtily, while she begins to unzip my pants.
“What if?—” I begin to say, but her hand on the shaft of my dick to pull it out through my fly stems my question. If someone catches us in here fucking, so what? I pull Sophia’s soaking wet panties to the side, and then I feel her meaty pussy with the fingers of my other hand while she gasps excitedly and squirms to sink as much of me into her as she can. My middle finger diappears inside her so easily I’m tempted to put in a second, before she lifts herself off me and guides my cock to her tender hole.
“Shouldn’t we?” I say, perhaps the only person of my age in this situation who would ever consider putting on a condom right now a relevant step.
“Just a taste”, Sophia says, the swell of my crown already at her entrance. “Just to see what we feel like.”
What she feels like is incredible. Warm and wet and tight enough to squeeze my dick so perfectly that it makes my entire body scream in silent delight but not tight enough to make it awkward. The moment of penetration makes us both gasp excitedly, before she lets gravity take over, rolls her hips forward and swallows my entire length up inside her. Sophia wraps her arms around my neck and rocks forward to press her forehead against mine.
“Feel good?” I ask, in staggered breaths.
“Mmmhmmm”, Sophia says, barely moving her hips at all, but somehow exciting every single erogenous zone on my entire body. “The best.”
“Just a taste”, I say, my hands wandering to take in the perfection of her body, finally free now to explore her in the way I’ve always wanted. Sophia’s smile turns into a giggle as my hands come to a rest on her thighs, pushing them apart in coordination with her gentle thrusts and then onto her perfectly pert little bum to do the same.
“You don’t know how long”, I say, the shortness of my breath clipping the sentence in half. “I’ve wanted to do this to you.”
“About as long”, she begins, her thighs starting to tremble a little, “as I’ve wanted to do this to you.”
I move my hands again, this time back to her thighs to lift her skirt up further so I can see myself penetrating her.
“If someone comes in—”, Sophia says, while the look in her eyes tells me there is nothing about the potential danger of that situation that doesn’t turn her on.
Her panties have gathered back around my dick so I push them to the side again so I can get to her clitoris. Sophia leans back a little to make it easier for me, resting the palms of her hands on my knees and raising her legs.
I begin with gentle circles around her swollen nub, while Sophia rocks her weight back and forward and together we watch the thickness of my shaft disappear in and out of the pinkness of her pussy.
“That’s likely to make me come”, Sophia admits, trying desperately to control her moaning. While I dance my fingers gently around her clitoris, no intention to stop turning her on until she comes hard against my dick, I begin to open the buttons on her top, keen to reveal her incredible tits.
“You’re not the only one”, I say, feeling it too. I’ve been in an almost constant semi erect state for the last month and a half, dreaming of what I’d like to do this girl, and now that it’s finally happening, I feel like she could blow on me lightly and I might explode. It’s only because I’m terrified this might not repeat itself that I’m going to make sure I make the most of it.
I loosen her top, feed my hand inside her bra and gather her already erect nipple between my fingers. I would love to disrobe her completely, but that might not be the best idea considering anyone could walk back in here at any moment. I settle for massaging the tender skin of her breast underneath her bra, stopping every once in a while to pinch her nipple and make her gasp with pleasure.
Sophia grinds down on my dick, and seeing her pussy spread at my girth, the moistness of her pussy juices oozing out around my crotch and clinging to my pubic hairs like early morning dew, nearly makes me lose it completely.
I can feel Sophia’s rapidly increasing heart beat against the hand I have on her chest, and while she’s just about able to control the moans each breath that leaves her trembling lips turns into, I know from the tightness against her belly and the way her hands are grabbing tightly onto my knees it won’t be long before she erupts in orgasm.
“Sophia”, I say, just to hear myself say her name, just to check she’s still with me.
“I want us to come together”, she says, her eyes sparkling dangerously, her hips thrusting forwards more energetically now. She takes my hand away from her clit and places it on her hip. The other she folds into hers so our fingers are interlocking before she leans into me, her forehead pressed against mine again, her lips poised to kiss me.
“If I come”, I say, “you know where that’s going, right?”
Sophia nods between feverish kisses, lip biting and tongue sucking that makes my toes point towards the far wall. “It’s cool, I’m on the pill”, she says, the magic words like morphine to me, as my body relaxes even more and my dick slides an inch deeper inside her.
“Oh”, I say, the word swallowed by a moan so deep it’s impossible to differentiate between them.
“Mmmhmmm”, Sophia nods, her feet up on the sofa beside me now, as she screws my already throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her, and I know I’m not going to be able to take much more of this before Sophia pushes me past the point of no return and I explode my stickiness inside her.
Everything about this is turning me on: the way her skirt rides up every so often so I get a fleeting view of our connected bodies, the way our rutting makes Sophia moan like an animal in heat, the way she bites my lip, the fact we’re doing this here, the smell of sex and the vanilla of her shampoo, the raw realness of this spontaneous union, the sound of my balls slapping against her ass, the look of dangerous desire that sparkles like compacting stars in her perfect, chocolate brown eyes, the sensation that I know I’m about to come inside her and nothing can stop me.
“Oh fuck”, Sophia moans, one hand around the back of my neck now, the other grabbing hold of my shirt so tightly it’s beginning to rip. “Oh fuck”, she screams again, way louder than she intends to. “I’m going to come.”
“Fuck”, I say, unable to hold back any longer. “Oh fuck, me too.”
I feel Sophia’s tummy tighten and her pussy muscles clamp down on my cock, while she folds herself into me to moan loudly against my chest. I hold her against me as her entire body appears to convulse repeatedly and intensely against mine, before I stumble past the point of no return, feel my balls tighten against her skin, my cock head swell and a loud groan escape my lips before I have a chance to stop it.
Holding her tightly against me, I come what feels like multiple times, before my body finally decides I’ve got nothing left to give her and together, trembling, we collapse into the couch.
My heart is beating so quickly it takes a long time to get words from my brain to my mouth. I want to say something, but I’m not entirely sure what that something should be. That was the best sex of my life, better than I even thought sex possible to be, and apart from still feeling incredibly turned on, I feel overwhelmingly happy and extremely relieved. I have to pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming because I still can’t believe that’s actually just happened.
I’m still trying to figure out what to say when Sophia solves the problem for me.
“Thank God we’re getting married tomorrow, Ryan Carter Speed”, she says, about as seriously as she’s ever said anything to me before, “because that was fucking incredible.”
Chapter Eighteen
Sophia
Ryan’s looking at me like he can’t believe that’s just happened and I’m looking at him like I can’t believe that’s just happened and then Tracy bursts into the room unannounced.
“Are you guys... coming?” she says, the words out of her mouth, the intrusion apparent, before she even realizes it. “You, haven’t”, she adds, her hand going up to her mouth. “Oh fuck, guys, not here on the couch, that’s disgusting.”
I’ve managed to fold myself into Ryan enough that everything is covered, despite the fact that he’s still inside me. My skirt covers the opening in his fly where his dick pokes through, and his arms around me holding him against my chest covers everything else. This is a perfectly normal way actors sit after performances, so I have no idea what Tracy’s problem is.
“We were just hugging”, I say, trying to ignore Ryan’s still rock hard cock making my pussy tingle or the fact that his cum is still inside me and how much the idea of that turns me on.
“It actually smells of sex in here”, Tracy says. “You guys couldn’t have waited?”
As disgusted as she’s making out, I can’t see her attempting to move. All she’s doing is looking at us while she slowly shakes her head as though appalled we might even consider fucking.
“Tracy, if you don’t mind”, Ryan says.
“We’ll wait for you in the bar”, Tracy says, “you know, just in case you want to fuck each other again before you come and meet us.”
She looks at us a little bit longer, raises her eyebrows like a disappointed parent and then finally leaves us alone.
“That was close”, Ryan says. “Tracy almost managed to convince me she was acting.”
I can’t help but laugh. “That was—.”
“Fucking incredible?” Ryan says, filling in the words for me.
I fold myself against his chest, rock my hips forward a little and ease him back up inside me. “Fucking incredible”, I repeat back to him, keen for us to just begin the whole thing again.
“I can’t believe that just happened”, Ryan says. “That did just happen, right? I didn’t just imagine it?”
I lift my skirt a little to let him see where we’re both still connected. “I hope that wasn’t the wrong thing to do”, I say.
“Sex before marriage?” Ryan asks, “No. All the modern couples are doing it.”
“William and Elouise missed out”, I say.
“You still want to?”
“I still want to what?”
“You still want to get married”, Ryan asks. “You know, after this.”
“I already told you”, I say, “once I make my mind up about something, I never change it.”
“That’s good to know”, Ryan says, “fuck, that’s good to know.”
I want to stay on top of him for the rest of the night but I know that if we leave it any longer, Tracy’s going to be back in here with Marshall, Paul and the rest of the cast and crew, if not half of the audience as well. I lift myself off him slowly, making sure I enjoy every single inch of his rock hard dick, and then quickly readjust my panties.
Ryan’s cock is so big it hardly fits back in his pants, and I can’t keep my eyes off it until he’s finally put it away.
“I’m going to—”, I say, filling in the rest of the sentence with thumb pointing towards the restroom door.
“Okay”, Ryan says, “I’ll wait for you here.”
I practically skip to the restroom, or float, or use whatever magic power what we’ve just done seems to have given me. I wash my panties in the sink, clean Ryan’s cum from my still extremely tender pussy and look at myself in the huge wall hung mirror while I wait for my panties to dry. I have a glow, and it’s not just the usual cheek reddening glow I’d get after having an orgasm. It’s a glow that seems to make my whole body radiate with warmth, and I can almost feel the heat rising off my skin when I touch it. I feel good, better than good actually, I feel absolutely fucking amazing.
My panties are still damp, but I put them on anyway, and then look at my belly in the mirror. I’m definitely getting plumper. I’m not fat by any means, but it’s definitely noticeable. A little curve on a profile that used to be as flat as a washboard, an extra few centimetres of spare skin where I couldn’t even pinch any together between my fingers before.
I guess that my adopted American diet, my lack of quality sleep, too much hard work and late night drinking after each performance is obviously taking it’s toll on me. I make a promise to myself to quit eating chipotle, let my skirt fall back around my thighs and give myself a final look in the mirror before going out to rejoin the man I’ve just fucked who thankfully happens to also be the man I’m planning to marry.
The girl that looks back at me does so with a sparkle in her eyes I haven’t seen for as long as I can remember.
“Don’t fuck this up”, she tells me.
“I won’t”, I say, and head back out to get Ryan.
I get the feeling that both of us would prefer to head home and immediately carry on what we’ve just begun, but I know we’d never hear the end of it if we did. Besides which, putting in a token bar side appearance after Marshall has just blabbed to the world that we’re about to get married, can only work in our favor, after all.
When we get to the bar, we are greeted with a kind of reverential silence that confirms for me beyond any doubt that Tracy has already told everyone exactly what we’ve just done.
“Do you know what we’ve created here?” Ryan whispers as we approach.
“Exactly what we wanted”, I say.
“Here they are”, Marshall beams. “The horny couple. I’m surprised you’ve managed to keep your hands off each other for long enough to make it here. What can I get you both to drink?”
We order drinks and stand around awkwardly while everyone looks at us, waiting for someone else to ask the question they’ve got on the tip of their tongue.
“So”, Ryan says eventually, breaking the silence. “Good performance tonight.”
“Oh, come on”, Marshall says, his hand around Ryan’s arm, already tipsy. “I heard it was absolutely magnificent.”
My eyes go to Tracy but she’s far too busy laughing to notice. I guess this was always going to happen at some point, it’s just come a lot earlier than either of us expected. I thought we’d have to do the deconstruction after the wedding and not before it, but it is what it is. If we can convince everyone tonight that our made up story holds water, forgetting for a moment that Ryan and I have just fucked because I still haven’t had a chance to process it myself and work out what it really means in the grand scheme of things, we will accomplish exactly what we set out to do.
What is working in our favor is that apparently everyone saw this thing coming a mile off, plus they have no idea about the inheritance we’re going to be claiming. One thing that might derail our campaign is that pretty much everyone here knows I need a visa to stay, and if there’s one group of people more cynical than any other, it’s those in the creative arts.
“So, how long has this been going on for?” Paul asks, holding his bottle of craft beer out to use as a pointer. “You know, the marriage thing. Not that I care, I’m just interested to know.”
We’ve barely been given a chance to sip our drinks and the questions have already begun. Ryan and I look at each other and then back to the baying crowd, who have sort of organized themselves behind Marshall and Tracy like vultures queuing to pick the leftover meat from a carcass when the lions have done.
Ryan shrugs. “It just felt like the right time”, he says again.
Paul nods, takes a sip of his beer and lets someone else have a go, about as interested in continuing his line of questioning as he is to shave off his moustache.
“I think it’s marvellous”, Marshall says, his arm around Ryan’s shoulder. “Even though I’m not a big fan of marriage.”
“Thanks, Marshall” Ryan says, “we appreciate your support.”
“Don’t you think it’s a bit quick?” Tracy says. “I mean, I didn’t even know you two were seeing each other, and now you’re planning to get married. Not that it’s any of my business.”
I decide to field this one. “We’re not planning on getting married tomorrow”, I lie, a little squeeze of Ryan’s hand enough to tell him I’m acting again. “The marriage license was a spur of the moment thing, we still haven’t decided when we’re going to do it.”
“Don’t those things run out?” Connor asks.
“We get sixty days to use it”, Ryan says. “So enough time to change our minds if we want to.”
“Enough time to get married and divorced if you want to”, Marshall says cynically.
“And when does your visa run out Sophia?” Brad says. “Isn’t that in like a couple of months as well?”
Fucking Brad. Quiet all evening until he puts in the sucker punch. He’s been bitter ever since Marshall chose Ryan over him for William, ever since I made it clear I wasn’t interested in his meathead, chauvinistic advances.
“That’s a good point”, Paul says, froth from his beer lining his moustache like frosting on an eclair. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Yeah”, Tracy says her brain a little slower than everyone else’s. “You guys aren’t?—. Are you?”
“No”, Ryan says. “That’s not why we’re doing this.”
“It’s pretty convenient, though, isn’t it?” Brad goes on. “I guess it would mean that Sophia could stay here indefinitely, I mean, it’s not like people don’t do that all the time anyway. I’m not saying it’s bad either, you know, whatever you guys want to agree between yourselves, who am I to judge, after all?”
