Fake Dating a Witch

Chapter 20

GRANT

Camping with Sirona and her family, plus Evan, who I”ve gathered is basically a member of the family, was fun. I had a great time, and it definitely pushed me well down the path toward how I feel about her now. Which I”m pretty sure is being at least three-quarters of the way in love with her, but I can”t think about it. Love wasn”t part of our plan, and maybe if I don”t acknowledge it, it”ll go away.

Sure, that”ll work.

Camping with just Sirona has been a thousand times better than our last trip. This afternoon, we hiked out to the same spot we went last time, but it”s just us. No sisters, no best friend, no interruptions. Not even Koko made the trek. It”s just me, Sirona, a tent, and several condoms.

Right now, we”re snuggling by the fire, her sitting between my legs, leaning back against me. My arms are around her, my chin propped on her shoulder. The sun has set; the moon is bright with no clouds around it.

This moment, this right here, is perfection. If I could hold on to this forever, I might be willing to give up everything else and stay.

Panic swells up in my throat. Shit. That”s love, right? It”s gotta be. What else would make me feel this way?

I”m in love with Sirona.

This is either the most wonderful or the most awful thing that”s ever happened to me.

I squirm, discomfort tickling through my body. I”ve never been in love before. Of course it happens with a woman I can”t be with. Sadness wells up inside me, and I tighten my arms around her, like if I squeeze her tight enough, I can somehow keep her with me. It”s absurd, but I have to give myself some shred of hope.

”I’ll miss this when I”m in Chicago.” I mean I’ll miss her. I’ll miss holding her. Kissing the soft skin of her neck, which I do now.

”I know you love the outdoors,” she says, not getting the subtext of my words.

I can”t tell her. We said no feelings. This was about friendship and sex. And, OK, she”s temporarily my girlfriend. But that still doesn”t mean love.

Besides, the possibility of telling her I love her and having her not say it back is terrifying. I can”t do it.

Plus, saying it out loud makes it real. Right now it”s still just a thought in my head. Thoughts don”t have to be reality.

Except the pressure in my chest, the urge to never let go of her—those are real too. All too real.

”Did I tell you, some of the nurses started calling me Dr. Lumberjack?” I need to get out of my head. Maybe it”s time to take her into the tent and fuck all thoughts out of both our heads.

She laughs and tingles run down my arms. I love her laugh. ”Yes, you did. A few times. But why lumberjack? It”s not like you cut down trees when you”re here.”

I kiss the spot just behind her ear, and she shivers. ”They think because I have a beard, come from a small town, own a log cabin, and sometimes wear flannel shirts means I”m quote ”lumberjack chic.’ Which is apparently a thing.”

”There”s also lumbersexual.” Her voice is heavy with humor.

She trails her fingers over the back of my hand. My injured hand. It”s an odd sensation since I can”t feel all of her touch. It goes in and out. And when I can feel it, it”s sharper somehow. Not painful, just more intense. I can”t tell if it”s pleasant or not. But I like that she isn”t turned off by my injury, by the swelling and scars.

Need surges up in me, making my body heat and my cock start to swell.

”Well, hello,” she says playfully as I grow harder against her ass. ”I guess someone likes being called lumbersexual.”

I pull her earlobe between my teeth and tug gently. She lets out a soft cry. ”I like it when you say it.” None of the nurses interest me even a little. They”re great at their jobs, but dating anyone I work with would be entirely too complicated. I”ve watched it happen.

And now, I can”t imagine being with someone who isn”t Sirona.

Her breathing changes, becoming more erratic, heavier. From my vantage point, looking over her shoulder, I watch the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.

I need them. I shift my arms so I can cup each one in a hand. I test their weight, then wrap my hands around them, gently kneading.

Sirona”s head falls back against my shoulder. ”Yes,” she whispers. ”More.”

My mind fills with a picture of her on her back on the ground, next to the fire. Her pants are around her ankles, her shirt pushed up to her armpits. I”m on top of her, my own pants shoved to my knees so I can fuck her. In my head, we”re both greatly enjoying ourselves. But in reality, she”d be uncomfortable on the hard dirt and I”d probably end up with mosquito bites on my ass.

”Let”s go in the tent.” I reluctantly remove my hands, and we both get to our feet.

”Well, that”s just obscene.” She skims her hand over the front of my shorts, where my cock is pushing out the fabric.

I grab her wrist and use it to pull her toward the tent. ”Guess we”ll have to do something about that.”

We climb into the tent, kick off our shoes, and zip the door shut. I yank off my socks so I don”t have to awkwardly remove them later. Or leave them on; for some reason, sex while wearing just socks is weird to me.

Sitting in the middle of the double sleeping bag we set up, she pulls off her t-shirt and quickly removes her bra. For a moment, I”m breathless, staring at her perfect tits.

She slides her hands under them and lifts them, an offering. ”Like what you see?”

My mouth waters as I scoot closer. ”You know I do.” There”s a hint of a growl in my voice.

A thought hits me from nowhere: not only are we on our way to having sex, it will be the first time we”re making love. It”s a corny term, but it still hits me in the solar plexus.

I”m going to have sex with a woman I love. I”ve never done that before.

Needing not to think, I wrap my arm around her back and pull her into me. As she lifts, I drop my head and pull one of her rosy red nipples into my mouth. And I suck. Hard.

She gasps and clutches my head, holding me in place.

I suck and tease, scrape my teeth gently over her sensitive skin. She gasps, she cries, she clutches, she squirms. I switch to the other breast and give it the same treatment; the result is the same. I love how much she enjoys sex, how enthusiastic she is.

Time passes, but it means nothing. Nothing exists outside this tent, outside the two of us. We are the entire world. I know magic is real, and the way I feel with Sirona only proves it.

Slowly, she pulls us backward until we”re lying down, bodies pressed together, legs entwined.

I need more of her. Her breasts are delightful, but I need more. I slide one hand down her belly to her waistband. Clumsily, using only one hand, I work the button free and lower the zipper. My hand slips inside her underwear and cups her.

She arches into my touch, raising her hips and moving them so my hand goes where she wants it most. I slide through her folds to find her clit, then rub soft circles around it. She thrusts against me, speeding up my touch. I don”t try to stop her. I love when she embraces her pleasure.

”Don”t stop,” she gasps.”

”Wouldn”t dream of it,” I answer with a mouthful of her breast. She”s pinching her other nipple, and the visual goes straight to my cock. He”s not thrilled about her getting all the attention. But fuck, pleasuring Sirona is so fucking hot.

It”s everything.

I slide deeper until my fingers reach her entrance. I slide two in, just a little, moving them in twists and circles to stimulate her more.

She continues to thrust against my palm, now chanting ”yes, yes” over and over. She”s so close. I need her orgasm nearly as much as she does. My cock is pulsing, throbbing, aching for her to come.

”Come for me, babe,” I murmur, then suck as hard as I can.

It breaks her. She arches, rubbing herself against my hand and pulling my head tightly against her breast. ”Grant!” Her vagina pulses around my fingers, her wetness flowing over my hand.

”That”s perfect, Sirona. So fucking perfect.” I pepper her skin with kisses as she rides the pleasure out. Until her body goes limp against me.

Then I simply rest with her. My face nestles into the crook of her neck, and I pull my hand back partway. Still resting over her, her pubic hair tickling my palm. But no longer stimulating her.

I love you, you beautiful, amazing woman.

I mouth the words against the skin of her shoulder, then kiss my way up her jaw. I realize that all this time, we haven”t yet kissed.

I take her mouth in a desperate, hungry kiss. Her response is lazier, but no less passionate. As we kiss, she tugs at my shirt until I break off only long enough to remove it.

With my lips again against hers, we fumble awkwardly with the rest of our clothes, our mouths clinging as we work to get naked.

Finally free of fabric, we press together, limbs tangled. Skin on skin. My cock breathes a sigh of relief as it presses against her bare belly. I need more, but this is perfect for now. My hand roams her back, her thigh, her hip as hers does much the same. Everywhere, every inch of my skin, throbs for her.

My mouth waters with a need to taste more of her. Specifically, to taste her pussy, to lick her until my beard is drenched with her and she comes on my face. Second only to being inside her, having my face between her legs has quickly become one of my favorite things.

Leaving wet kisses along her skin, I work my way down her body until I”m resting between her thighs. We have to turn so we”re diagonal across the tent, and it”s a tight fit. Her head is in one corner and my legs are skewed at an odd angle. The cool nylon of the tent floor is more arousing against my cock than I would”ve expected. Then again, at this point, anything touching it will turn me on.

I place soft kisses all over her mound, teasing her. She”s moaning and squirming and pinching her nipples. The sight makes something primal surge up in me.

No longer able to draw out anticipation, I spread her open for me and lick from back to front with a wide, flat tongue. I finish by swirling my tongue around her clit.

”Yes,” she gasps. ”Don”t tease tonight. Please. I need this fast.” Her pubic bone knocks into my nose as she thrusts up at me.

Far be it from me to resist a woman begging me to suck her off.

”My pleasure,” I tell her.

I spend maybe a minute licking all around her, dipping my tongue inside her, making sure she”s really ready. But of course she is. Moisture coats her entire pussy, and it”s all her. I”m there to lick it up, not add to it. She doesn”t need my help. Her lips are swollen as I suck on and lick them.

And her clit is hard and red and so ready to be worshiped. By the time I pull it between my lips, she”s practically chanting my name. It”s the sexiest thing I”ve ever witnessed. My cock protests, throbbing with a need to get in on this action.

She wants it fast. And the sooner she comes, the sooner I can get inside her. We both want this.

I thrust two fingers inside her at the same time as I suck hard on her clit. Hooking my fingers against her front wall, her pussy gripping me tightly, I slide in and out, never letting up my suction on her clit. She”s nearly thrashing on the sleeping bag, rubbing herself against me.

”Going... to...”

Before she can finish her sentence, her body goes rigid as she comes with a scream. An honest to God scream. For the campgrounds on either side of us to hear. Not that I care. Let them know I know how to take care of my girlfriend.

Gently, I lick her through it as her orgasm coats my beard. Again, that primal sensation surges through me, the idea that she”s marking me with her pleasure.

I can”t wait. I shove to my knees and move over her. I balance on my elbow as my other hand finds my cock and strokes. I groan from how good it feels to finally pay attention to it.

She opens her eyes with a dazed expression. Then, seeing what I”m doing, she pushes my hand out of the way and takes over.

”Fuck yes.” Her hand wrapped around my cock is nearly perfection. She squeezes hard enough and tugs fast enough. But if she does it much longer, I”ll be coming on her belly and that”s not what either of us wants.

”Condom.” I drop my head to say it in her ear, then kiss her neck.

She removes her hand from my cock, and a moment later, the condom is on. Fuck, I love magic.

I press her leg wider, then hold my cock to guide it to her.

”Yes,” she moans as my tip brushes her pussy. ”Yes, now. Please.”

I love it when I have her this blissed out of her mind. So I give her what she wants.