Page 61 of The Pretender

I grind into her once more. “Oh is right, Valentina. This is torture.”

I can feel her heavy breaths against my chest and then her hips start to move. I clamp down on her hips tighter. “What are you doing?”

She doesn’t stop, instead, she drops the controller and turns off the camera. “Do it,” she tells me. “You don’t have to look at me.”

I cock my head to the side. “I—”

She starts moving her hips, and my head falls back on its own. I groan. “This wasn’t part of the deal,” I mutter, but I don’t mean it. Truth be told, ever since I laid eyes on Valentina Lambros, I’ve wanted her. Sure, she pissed me off worse than anyone else in my life but, somehow, I’m okay with it because if our roles were reversed, and I would have thought of the prank she did, I would have played it with a fucking smile on my face.

She outsmarted me, and I hate that it turns me on.

My neighbor, my nemesis, turns her head back so as not to look at me and I can’t do it. I don’t want her to think I can’t stand the sight of her. It’s quite the opposite.

“Face me,” I demand, my voice raspy and thick with want.

She hesitates but eases up and untangles her feet from mine. I shift on the sofa so that my entire body is on it as Vee straddles me and lowers herself down. My hands go to her hips and I swallow. We’re crossing a line, but I guess we’re both up for making terrible decisions today.

Vee’s head falls back the minute I press her down on my dick, which is not at all impressed with dry humping and would much rather be set free into something hot, wet, and full of fire.

I move her body back and forth once and I can’t even keep my head up. The pressure, the friction feels so damn good. I moan and I can feel the muscles in my neck tighten. This will not last long. Valentina Lambros is grinding down on my cock. It’s a nightmare that dreams are made of.

I hate that I love the feel of her body and I especially hate that I love coming to the view of her on top of me, riding me like she has it mastered.

I push and pull her faster and faster until her hands come down and reach for my chest, hanging on as I pull her to a stop and come in my fucking pants like a fucking teenager.

We stay there, still and panting, as we come down from our high.

“I’m going to shower,” she says, easing off. The missing weight of her body feels wrong.

“Okay,” I tell her, as she disappears down the hall.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

Sebastian

University CamFlix Competition Submission

Entry Number: 75

Sebastian and Valentina

Second Interview Continued, also the time Vee admitted she gets off on the sight of my dimple

Tom writes something on a piece of paper and passes it off to his assistant. “Okay. How about we take another question?”

Vee and I both tense up. “Sure.”

“Vee, this question is for you. Brittany asks, ‘What is your favorite feature of Sebastian’s?’”

I shift in my seat and look over at Vee. Finally some decent questions. I was tired of all the love shit.

Vee clears her throat and offers the camera a soft smile. “Probably his dimple.”

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The shower has beenoff for five minutes now. Vee opted to shower here. She says it’s because she didn’t feel like going home, but I know she only wants to use my organic soap. I see the way she ogles it, so I know the reason I’ve been able to change, grab a snack and stare at my phone while my sister blasted me with several hateful text messages is because she is enjoying the hell out of the frog-free ecosystem friendly lather.

Mom #2: I’m on my way to beat your ass. Mom said you weren’t coming home for spring break.

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