Page 33 of Hard to Pretend

He knelt down as I started to lean forward. My breath hitched in my throat as he dropped to his knees on my carpet. His hands were sure and confident as they reached for the button on my jeans and popped them open. I remembered the way his warm mouth had felt on me the last time we’d hooked up. I’d almost exploded the moment he’d touched me, but then I had just finished eating his ass.

Hopefully, I could hold off a little longer this time.

The moment his tongue slid up my shaft, I started to have my doubts. The doubts grew stronger as he pulled me into his mouth, his hand wrapped tightly around my shaft. He did something with his tongue that sent a jolt of pleasure racing down my spine.He was incredibly talented with his tongue, and the longer he was down there, the more he showed off that talent. My hands tangled in his hair as I held on for dear life. He took me for a wild ride, and I began moaning and thrusting into this throat.

Each time I moved, he took me further, his lips meeting his fist. When he groaned around my dick, the vibrations flowed through my entire body.

I could feel my orgasm starting to build. I didn’t want to get off that way.

I pushed him away lightly. When he looked up at me, I regretted pushing him away. He looked so fucking hot on his knees, a small line of dribble leaking from his swollen lips. He looked up at me through his long lashes, and I wasn’t sure that I’d ever seen anyone or anything as hot as him in that moment. It was even hotter than I’d imagined after that first kiss in my car. How the hell had I gotten so lucky to be able to call him mine?

“Everything okay?” he asked, his voice raspy.

Holy shit, that was hot.

“Yeah,” I assured him, offering a hand down to him. He took it, but he didn’t get up immediately. “I just don’t want to get off in your mouth. I want to fuck you.”

We’d only done it the once—that night after Goliath. I needed to know if it was as good as I remembered it being. After everything else we’d done, I had no doubts that it would be. There was no waythat my memory could fabricate anything as good as the reality. Every single part of Seb had been better than I remembered so far, and I doubted that this would be any different.

I pulled Seb up. I didn’t drop his hand until we reached my bedroom. I watched as his eyes scanned over the mess of my room and grinned. “I’d say it only looks like this because I didn’t know you were coming over, but I don’t want to start our relationship off with a lie.” He raised an eyebrow at me and I laughed. Because our entire relationship had started with a lie. “A lie to each other,” I clarified.

He grinned a wild grin at me before he lunged at me, kissing me with so much force that I stumbled back on my bed. I pulled him down with me, savoring the way his laugh changed the flavor of our kiss.

We’d been in this position twice before. The first time had been spontaneous, fueled by lust. He’d been an unknown entity, someone I’d met at the club and wanted. The second one had felt different. Maybe it wasn’t as motivated by lust, but it was like the whipped cream on top of a perfect date. This time felt joyful. It felt amazing. He was laughing, and my cheeks hurt from how hard I was smiling.

I wasn’t sure that I’d ever feltgiddyfrom hooking up with someone.

We kept kissing as we peeled off layers of our clothing until we were both naked on my dark green bedspread. He was just as gorgeous as Iremembered. No, he was somehow more gorgeous than I remembered. Maybe because he wasn’t just a stranger I wanted. I knew him now. When he looked at me, his eyes were glistening with some combination of joy and lust that made me feel like I was glowing. The way his eyes moved down my bare chest made me feel like I was being set on fire.

He was the only thing that could extinguish that flame.

I reached over him to the small table by my bed and pulled out a condom and the small bottle of lube I kept there. His eyes tracked my every movement, and that sense of anticipation I’d felt with him before doubled. I couldn’t wait to feel him again, to be inside of him.

His legs spread, and I settled between them. “I am so into you,” I exhaled.

“Well, you will be,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes. His joke was terrible, almost as terrible as that favorite quote he’d mentioned a few weeks before. He was so cheesy, and I hadn’t expected to like it as much as I did.

I opened the bottle of lube and drizzled a little over my fingers. Our eyes met as I began to stroke his shaft. The moment my hand touched him, he let out a shaky breath. Every stroke brought a new reaction from him, and I was hungry for more. I didn’t remember if he’d been this responsive the first night we’d beentogether. It was one of those details that had been lost to the months between us.

He whined a little when I pulled my hand away from him. The whine turned into a mewling sound of desperation as I traced my fingers over the sensitive skin under his balls, searching my way to his hole. I thumbed a small circle over his hole and tried to memorize the sound he made. I challenged myself to memorize every sound I pulled from him: the sharp inhale of breath when I first breached him, the low moan as I began to move my finger inside of him, the deep sound that went straight to my balls when I brushed against his prostate.

My catalog of sounds grew when I slipped a second finger inside of him. He started to fall apart the more I worked him open. Soon, I had three fingers inside of him, and he was pleading with me. It was hard to keep going, to keep taunting him when all I wanted to do was feel him wrapped around my cock. I somehow managed to keep teasing him. I wanted to drag it out, make it something that neither of us would ever forget.

“Please,” he begged again, his hips thrusting upward to fuck himself on my fingers. “Please baby.”

Baby.

I’d never been a big fan of pet names, but that one, coming from his lips, undid me.

I pulled my fingers out of him and grabbed the condom. I made quick work, tearing it open withmy teeth and rolling it over my dick. Our eyes met as I lined myself up at his entrance. “You ready?” I whispered.

“More than ready,” he groaned. “Please, Chris.”

I missed him calling me baby.

I pushed inside of him slowly.

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