Page 49 of Hard to Pretend

He had found me.

When I kissed him back, the second realization hit me.

I wanted to be with him in times of happiness. I wanted to support him in times of misery. He was the person I wanted to fall asleep with, and he was the person I wanted to wake up with. I wanted to share nights and mornings, breakfasts and dinners, good times and bad with him. I wasn’t just falling for Christopher Singh.

I was in love with him.

He pulled away from the kiss with an expression almost like the one I’d seen on his face when we went out and he had one too many beers. It was the same expression he’d gotten a few times when he looked over at me late at night, after we hooked up and we were basking in the afterglow.

It was a half-drunk, full-blissed look, and it only furthered my knowledge that I was in love with him.

He slipped his hand into mine and led me upstairs, asking me questions about the interview. I told him everything, gushing over my hopes for the job. My mind was half on the interview, and half on the realization I’d had outside. The words were on the tip of my tongue, threatening to escape with everysentence. I wanted it to be intentional, not words that simply fell out of my mouth without thought, but looking at him? Damn, it was hard not to just blurt it out in the middle of telling him about the career development plan they put all new employees on.

I managed to hold it together as we shifted from the interview to the reason he was home early. “You were waiting for me,” he said simply when I asked.

Yeah, that wasn’t helping me hold in the truth of my feelings for him.

I kissed him, and when I pulled away, the words tumbled from my kiss swollen lips. “I love you.”

Three simple words, but they were terrifying. The moment they were out, they hung in the air. I couldn’t take them back, but I had no way of knowing if he would accept them. I had no way of knowing if the feelings were reciprocated. I didn’t think I’d ever been more terrified than I was in that moment.

“I love you too.”

His words were simple, and I couldn’t hear any of the fear I’d felt when he said them either. He said them so easily, easier than I’d ever heard anyone say anything in my life.

“You do?”

“Figured it out when my friends were pissed at me,” he told me softly. His hand reached down to cover my own, his fingers lacing together with mine. “I couldn’t tell them I regretted lying, because Ididn’t. I would do it over and over again if it ended with us here. I couldn’t regret anything that led me to you.”

I felt like my heart was going to explode. It was the best thing I’d ever heard in my life.

When we kissed this time, there was a peace and a calm behind it that I’d never felt before, a sweetness I’d never tasted. Then the kiss began to heat up. Fire coursed through my veins and electricity crackled against my skin everywhere he touched.

I wanted more of his touch, more of his kisses. I wanted every part of him. I needed to show him how much I loved him.

I leaned back, and he came back with me. Our bodies slotted together, and the kiss heated up. Every second we touched, the heat grew hotter. Before long, we were panting and moaning. We moved our bodies against each other, seeking out friction. I didn’t give a damn about the feel of fabric on my hard cock. I only cared about touching him, about the way he made me feel and the way I was making him feel.

We began to peel clothing off of one another. Every moment we weren’t kissing, weren’t touching, felt like a moment wasted. Even if the moment was being wasted by stripping each other bare so we could enjoy one another’s bodies.

I loved him.

I wanted him.

I wanted him more as his hand wrapped around our cocks and began to stroke them. The feeling of histight fist and his cock against mine was intoxicating. I thrust up into the tunnel he created and listened as the feeling pulled a moan from his lips. I felt it vibrate against my mouth and swallowed it down. I felt the sticky wetness of his precum on my shaft, and I wanted more. I needed more.

I wrapped my hand around his, and we worked together, bringing ourselves to the edge.

I could have gotten off like that, but Chris pulled our hands away. I thrust up against him, trying to chase after a feeling that was drifting further and further away from me. “Not yet,” he purred, his lips brushing against mine. I whined, but Chris didn’t give in.

Instead he pulled his lips away from me, grinning as I tried to chase after them. He was being mean, taunting and teasing me when all I wanted was the feeling of his body. I wanted to feel good in the way that only he could make me feel, and I wanted to feel how the simple act of being in love with someone amplified that feeling. The way he was making me feel with just kisses and his hand… It was already making it that much better.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered as he kissed down my body, his hot breath warming the skin of his stomach. “I’m going to make you feel as good as you make me feel, Seb.”

Goosebumps rose on my flesh, and he kissed over them. My heart raced as he got closer and closer to mycock, anticipation rising and then falling as only his hot breath caressed my throbbing dick. “Please.”

My pleading fell on deaf ears, and he began to kiss my inner thighs, nipping and licking and teasing. He was killing me, but it was the sweetest death I could imagine. His fingers traced down my torso and ghosted over my balls, pulling a keening sound from my lips. My back arched, trying so hard to make any contact and get any friction, any relief. He grinned up at me. Our eyes met, and that heat in my gut grew twenty times hotter.

He sucked one of my balls into his mouth and my back arched. He began to suckle on my balls, and his hand wrapped around my shaft. He began working me over. I began begging and pleading with him for more. He didn’t give it to me right away. He just kept teasing.

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