Page 25 of Hard to Pretend

“You know, it’s kind of nice to see that your place looks normal when you’re not expecting company,” he teased.

I walked over to my bed and started picking up the clothes, returning them to their hangers. “I really should’ve operated on the principle of wishful thinking.”

“Oh?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow. He took a few steps closer to me. “So you were wishfully thinking that this would happen?”

My face flushed, and I turned back to the closet to hang up my shirts. Okay, I turned away to hide the fact that I was turning bright red. I had always hated how easily I blushed. I waited until my skin cooled before turning back around to him. He was closer than he’d been when he asked the question, less than a foot away.

“I think the word you’re looking for is hoping,” I teased. I took a step toward him, cutting the distance in half. My eyes drifted down to his full lips and back up to his dark eyes. “Of course I was hoping for this. Who isn’t hoping for the cute guy to come home with him after a date?”

He smiled. His hand reached out and cupped my cheek, thumb brushing over my lips. My lips pursed,kissing his thumb lightly as it passed. “I was hoping for this too,” he admitted. “Might have been hoping for this since we kissed after your mom’s. Maybe longer.”

“You mean we could’ve been doing this sooner?” I joked.

“Might have crossed the line between fiction and reality,” he pointed out.

My forehead rested against his. “I think we’re a bit too late for that.”

A breath passed between us. His lips gently pressed against mine, and it was like dropping a match into gasoline. The tension between us exploded the moment our lips collided. What started as a gentle rain turned to a storm. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and my hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. We moved as one toward my bed and fell back on it with a grunt. I felt him laugh against my lips and pulled away. “Really?”

He answered with another quick kiss. His fingers moved down the buttons of my shirt, unsnapping them with ease. “I’ve been thinking about doing that since you got into my car,” he confessed.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” He pushed my shirt over my shoulders and I helped him pull it off of me.

His shirt was easier to remove, simply pulling it over his head. I should have had the foresight to wear a tee-shirt on our date instead of a button down, but something about button downs just screamed datein my mind. Our shirts fell to the floor in a pile of contrasting fabric. His eyes moved down my body, and I shivered like I could feel them. “Better than I remember,” he purred. My cheeks flushed again. “And that is just as cute as I remembered.”

“Shut up,” I groaned. I really hoped he never mentioned the whole blushing thing in front of my friends. They would never let me live it down.

I would have said something about it, but he distracted me with another one of those thought stopping kisses.

Our hands began to explore one another’s bodies as we kissed. I traced the lines of his abs, pleased that they were just as defined as they’d been the first time I’d seen him without a shirt. Maybe a little more so. I didn’t understand how he could be so fucking hot. He was like someone out of a magazine, except that he was real.

His dark skin was warm under my fingertips, and every touch he trailed down my chest left fire in its wake. The way he touched me was better than anything I remembered or fantasized about. I gasped into the kiss as his thick fingers brushed over my nipples, moaned when he pinched them between his fingers. He swallowed down the moan and broke the kiss off. Before I could chase his lips, they were on my jawline, kissing along my five o’clock shadow. He kissed along my jaw up to my ear, nipping it lightly. “You’re so hot,” hewhispered.

Chills raced down my spine and he followed them. He peppered kisses down my neck, over my collar bone, down my chest. He sucked and bit at my nipples and continued his voyage down my body. My legs spread to give him room as he kissed further down my body. I sucked in a deep breath as his lips moved over my stomach. My cock throbbed in my jeans as his hand cupped me before he unbuttoned my pants.

“You’re so hard,” he exhaled.

I wanted to tell him it was his fault, but I was distracted. I was so distracted by his touch, by the look in his eyes as he pulled me free, and by that first stroke of his hand along my shaft. My breath caught in my throat and all thoughts stopped. I watched as he bent over my cock, watched as his tongue darted out and licked the bead of precum from the head. The light contact and his hot breath was one of the hottest things I’d ever felt.

At least until he took me into the warm heat of his mouth. His tongue swirled around the head of my dick. He licked and sucked and moaned, sending vibrations down my shaft and straight into my balls. My pants weren’t even off yet, and he was already making me see stars. I didn’t understand how anyone could read my body the way he did.

And watching him just made it that much hotter.

He looked like he was in heaven as he sucked my dick, like there was nowhere else he’d rather be and nothing else he’d rather be doing. Several times, hecaught my eye through his long, thick eyelashes and I struggled to breathe. “Holy fuck,” I moaned out, my hips thrusting upward deeper into his mouth.

His hands gripped my hips and pushed them down as he pulled off of me. “I’ve been thinking about a lot of things,” he whispered, his deep voice traveling the space between us. He tugged off my jeans and let them fall to the floor. “I’ve been fantasizing about a few things too,” he whispered again as he pulled down my underwear. I was fully naked on my bed with the hottest guy I’d ever seen between my legs. Still half dressed, which seemed like a crime.

When I sat up to try to fix that, he pushed me back on the bed and hooked his arms under my legs, dragging them up over his shoulder and looked at me again. He turned his head to kiss the muscle of my calf. “Yeah?” I exhaled.

“Yeah.” His voice was steadier than mine, but it was still so damn heady. He planted another kiss on my other calf and bent over to lick along the underside of my shaft. “It wasn’t just about sucking your dick though.”

“What else?” I asked.

I watched as he laid out on his stomach, my legs still over his shoulders. He smiled softly up at me, a sinful smile that held promises that made me shiver. “I really want to eat your ass,” he answered. His warm breath teased me as much as his words.

I couldn’t say anything. I could only nod.

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