Page 45 of Hard to Pretend

Matt told us a little about his project while Silas went to the bar to get everyone a round of drinks. When he returned, conversation kept flowing. I watched as Chris found his place among my friends.He could keep up with them in conversation. He was catching onto the ways that they joked and immediately adjusting his humor to it. It was like watching a human chameleon, but I could still see all of the genuine parts of him on display.

Somehow, the conversation moved to his problems with his friends. Despite the thudding music around us and the fact that he had to talk loud to be heard, my friends hung on his every word and began offering advice and potential solutions to his problem. Most of them said the same thing I had: talk to them but give them time to heal. Eli, on the other hand, had a different suggestion: do something tangible.

He suggested inviting both groups over for a movie night. I watched the way Chris’s eyes lit up at the idea, and then everyone began piling on plans. Silas and Jonas offered up their place, because it was the biggest. Matt started suggesting movies that might be fun for a large group and snack ideas. Within twenty minutes, there was an entire plan in place to merge our two groups for a movie night, a way to prove that, while our origin story may have been a lie, we were the real deal.

Watching Chris with my friends, planning and acting like he belonged there, made me like him that much more. When we finished our scheming, we hit the dance floor. He danced with my friends and then just with me, and slowly our group began to peel away. Either with other people at the club or back to thetable. Chris and I went back to the table a few times, but most of the night was spent on the dance floor, bodies grinding against one another. When he began kissing my neck, I knew it was time to get home.

Home was his house for the night, because it was closest. Like the first night together, we were kissing the moment we went through the door.

Unlike the first night, there was need for exploration or hesitancy.

His hands were sure as they explored my body. I knew the layout of his apartment enough that I could navigate it backward while kissing him, all the way to his bedroom. We pushed the door open and collapsed on the bed together. His weight landed on top of mine, and I loved it.

I loved the way his tongue explored my mouth and the way his hands ran down the bare sides of my torso. I loved the way his naked chest felt against mine, the feeling of his hard cock against my thigh. I could practically taste his moan every time we moved. It sent blood racing through my veins, down south to my dick. I was already half hard from kissing him, but the sounds he made and the weight of his body against mine brought it to full mast.

I wanted more than just kissing and grinding.

I nudged his shoulders to flip him over, breaking the kiss as I straddled him. Our eyes met, and I could see my own hunger reflected in his eyes. It was possibly the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The reaction he hadto me was a heady thing, knowing that I was the one who was making him feel like that. I wanted to make him feel more. I began to kiss down his body, taking inventory of his every reaction. I used tricks I’d learned in the time we’d been together.

I made my way down his chest to his pants, unbuttoning them with one hand. He lifted his hips to make it easier to pull them off. My mouth watered as his dick bounced out, a bead of precum taunting me at the tip. I licked it off and watched the way he shivered. I grinned and licked up his shaft, loving the way he reacted. I savored the sound he made as I sucked his dick into my mouth, wrapping my hand around the base.

I lost myself in the flavor of him and the sounds he made as I licked and sucked his dick, taking him deeper and deeper until I was gagging, still unable to take him down fully. His hips worked in time with my hand and my mouth. Precum flooded my mouth, and when our eyes met, his pupils were dilated with lust and want. Holy fuck, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I loved watching him come apart.

I pulled myself off of his dick with a pop and lifted myself into a kneeling position. I took off my pants and draped my body over his. His bare cock rubbed against mine, and I shivered at the sensation. He moved his hips, and his length rubbed against mine. I wanted him so fucking bad.

“Supplies,”I gasped out.

I knew where he kept them, but I couldn’t think with the sweet friction of his cock against mine. I didn’t have a single thought in my head. I was so full of want that I was tempted to just hop on and accept the pain and consequences.

Except I didn’t like pain. I didn’t particularly like consequences either.

Chris motioned to his nightstand, and I pulled out a condom and the bottle of lube. I wanted him inside me fast, and that meant a rush job on opening myself up. He watched hungrily as I prepped myself and slid the condom over his length. When I straddled him, he held his shaft steady. “Please?” he moaned out.

Fuck. That was so damn hot.

I lowered myself onto him. The bite of pleasure-pain traveled up my spine, but I kept going. Taking more of his thick cock into my body until I was fully seated. The burn was a lot, and I was practically panting, waiting to adjust to the intrusion.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

I nodded. He began to trace his fingers up and down my sides, and I felt my body relax around him. We began to move together. His hands guided my hips as I rode him. Every thrust had his cock brushing against my prostate. Every time I raised, his hips lowered. Every time I slid back down his shaft, his hips thrust up. I’d never been as in sync with anyone in my life, and god, itfelt so good.

My dick leaked onto his bare chest, and I just wanted more. I wanted this all the damn time.

I kept changing the tempo every time I started to get too close to the edge. I didn’t want it to be over so quickly. When I began to stroke myself slowly, desperate for friction, Chris flipped me over and took control. It appeared he didn’t want it to be over either. We began to kiss as he moved in me, slow and steady. The sensation floated somewhere between intoxicating and unbearable, and soon I was panting and pleading for more.

I didn’t know how long I spent pleading for more before Chris reached between us and began jacking me off. It only took a few strokes before I was shooting my load over his hand. It took only a few pumps more before I felt his dick pulse inside of me, felt the stutter of his hips, heard the sound of him falling over the edge.

After we cleaned up, we laid together in his bed, foreheads against each other and our hands clasped in the empty space between our bodies. My heart rate had slowed back to normal, and I was basking in the blissful afterglow of just being with Chris, savoring the way he made me feel.

“I liked your friends,” he whispered softly.

“I noticed.” I smiled softly, leaning in to give him a soft kiss. “I’m really happy that you all hit it off. Do you think Eli’s plan to have us all get together will help with your friends?”

He didn’t answer immediately. He took his time to think about it before nodding. “I do,” he told me quietly. “I really think Eli is onto something. Maybe if they see us, see the way we act now that we know each other and care about each other, they’ll feel better about it.”

“And maybe it’ll show them that you’re serious about being sorry for lying to them.”

“I hope so.” He gave me another kiss. “I’ll text them tomorrow and invite them.”

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