Page 26 of Hard to Pretend

He grinned and went to town.

He ate me out like a starving man. It started with kisses over my hole before he began to fuck his tongue in and out of me. I was moaning like a porn star as he sent electricity through me. My cock throbbed and leaked precum down the shaft. My legs shook, and my thighs threatened to strangle him with how hard they squeezed together. Instead of making him slow down, it seemed to encourage him.

When he started to stroke me in time with his tongue, I knew that I was going to lose it.

He wasn’t even naked and I was about to cum.

I tried to warn him, but I didn’t get a chance. His tongue penetrated me again and he twisted his wrist, and I cried out his name as I exploded. My hot release exploded over my chest. It was quickly followed by a rush of embarrassment, because that was not supposed to happen.

I had a whole thing worked out in my head about how this was going to go. It didn’t include cumming because he was eating my ass like it was his favorite dish at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

He didn’t seem to mind. He licked my chest clean and came up to kiss me, the denim of his jeans bordering on painful against my overly sensitive dick. I could taste myself on his tongue, and I wished this weren’t over.

When he pulled away, I was still panting. It was one of the hottest orgasms of my life.

“You didn’t get off,” I managed to say after I caught my breath.

“It’s fine,” he assured me.

I could feel how hard his dick was, and there was no way I was going to let him leave unsatisfied. I pushed his shoulder, and he rolled off of me. I didn’t think. I reached down to the button of his pants and released it, nudging them down. His hips lifted automatically. I didn’t make a slow trip down his body. I’d never been a patient person when there was something I wanted, and his thick dick was exactly what I wanted.

I was practically salivating at the sight of it.

My hand wrapped around the base of his shaft as I leaned over him and took him in my mouth. My lips met my hand, and I began to suck and jerk him in tandem. I wanted to take my time with him. I wanted to take him apart as thoroughly as he’d done me, but like I said, I wasn’t a patient person. Instead, I licked him like he was my favorite flavor of ice cream cone.

I lost myself in the sounds he was making and the salty taste of his precum on my tongue. I lost myself in the way his hands tangled into my hair, gently guiding me along his shaft. I was high on his dick, and then I felt it throb just as he cried out and shot down my throat with a loud cry.

I swallowed down every drop, and we were both smiling when I made my way back up to him.

He circled his arms around me, and I rested my head on his chest. “Was that okay?”

“That was more than okay,” he answered, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Best first date ever.”

It really was.

It might not have felt like a first date. It might not have even technically counted as a first date, given the two fake dates we’d been on, but if it counted? It was the best first date of my life.

And if it didn’t, then it was just the best date. Full stop.

10

SebandIbarelyleft his bed after we’d hooked up the night before. We laid curled up together and talked about nothing in particular until we got tired. Then we curled up together under his pale blue comforter.

It was the best sleep I’d gotten in ages.

I woke up well rested with the sun peeking through the crack in his blackout curtains. His head was on my chest, and I felt his warm breath against my nipple. I already had morning wood, and that was not helping. His arms tightened around my waist, and he let out a pleased exhale. I smiled and took in a deep breath of his shampoo. My arms stayed tight around his waist.

I jolted a little when I felt the press of his lips on my torso. I looked down. His eyes were still closed, but he was kissing on my chest. Not helping the morning wood issue. Then I felt it. The subtle shift of his hips and his dick, just as hard as mine, brushing against mythigh. He let out a quiet sound and his hips moved again.

“Seb,” I whispered.

The sound from his lips made my cock throb. Holy fuck. I needed to wake him up. I didn’t mind him using my body to get off on me. In fact, the idea of him getting off from grinding against me was hotter than I would ever admit, but I would really rather he be awake during the fulfillment of this particular fantasy. We hadn’t gotten around to any discussion of kinks or fantasies, so I had no idea if he’d be okay with me touching him in his sleep.

And if he kept rubbing his dick against me, I was going to want to touch him.

If you give a mouse a cookie or whatever.

“Seb,” I whispered again. “Wake up.”

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