Page 60 of The Pretender

“I’m prepared,” I lie. “I knew what I was signing up for.” I also knew I wouldn’t like it, or I’d like it too much, which is even worse.

Valentina sits delicately between my legs and lies back so that her back touches my chest. Her feet follow as she lays them over mine.

I swallow thickly. The position we are in is definitely not one for gaming or one for not getting hard. Each time she takes a breath, I can feel it on my chest as if I’m the one breathing. Her hips are cradled between my legs and my dick does not miss the weight of her body bearing down on us.

“You okay?” she asks after a minute.

I want to shove her off, but I also want to dry hump the shit out of her, so I just stick with “Yeah.”

“Okay. I’m going to hit record now if you’ll start the game. Remember this isn’t about the game, it’s about making playing the game look sexy.”

I nod. Trust me, in this position, there is no way I’ll actually be able to focus on playing. Not with the warmth of her body burning me from the inside out.

Focusing, I turn on the game. I don’t play many video games, but I keep Call of Duty because Rowan likes to play when he comes over. The bastard is too cheap to pay for WIFI, so he comes over here when the silence gets to be too much and he needs a little socialization.

So, seeing how I don’t own many games and Call of Duty is already in the console, I boot it up and turn it on. Vee grabs her controller.

“Do you need me to go over anything with you?” I ask. I mean, I don’t think she will need me to but sometimes she surprises me.

“Nah, I know how to play. Drew and Fenn play this all the time.”

Of course they do, and I’m willing to bet she knows how to play well.

Fuck.

“You’re going to have to put your arms around me,” she says, lying back in my arms.

I take one—no, two—deep breaths and wrap my arms around her with the controller securing my hands in her lap .

I groan.

I’m not going to make it half an hour without doing something shitty. I can already feel it.

“We’re recording.” She tilts her head back and catches my eyes. “Remember to act like you love me.”

I swallow before rolling my eyes. “Worry about acting your own part,” I tell her, which only makes her laugh.

She knows I’m struggling. Fuck her.

Fifteen minutes later and I’m sweating. I grab her hips as she yells “Suck on that, Bash-hole.”

“Stop fucking moving,” I grate out. Yes, I’m losing epically, but what’s more concerning than losing to a girl is that my dick is having trouble keeping his head from bruising Vee’s back.

“Don’t get all pouty,” she says, laughing as her silky legs move along mine.

I throw my head back and toss my controller to the floor. I am so fucking done. In the last two weeks, I’ve slept like shit, been taken down by a rescue dog, felt Valentina’s hands tangled in my hair, and had her tongue tangled with mine. And if that wasn’t enough, all the talking, nightly movie watching, and stupid dances have absolutely tortured the living fuck out of me. A man can only take so much.

Today, is that day.

“What are you doing?” She follows the controller landing on the floor. “Are you really that much of a spoilsport?”

Sure am.

I grab her hips, and I grind my rock-hard dick into her ass cheeks.

“This,” I grit. “All this celebratory movement…” I grind into her hard, and she gasps. “Yeah. This is why these videos are bullshit. It’s not possible to actually play while you’re sliding up and down my dick, taunting me.”

“Oh,” she whispers.

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