Page 68 of The Pretender
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe there are things you don’t know about me.”
“I would assume there are.” Deo turns around so he’s facing me, sitting with his knees to his chest between my legs. “I take a lot of things at face value. You’re kind to me and to my family. You’re smart, and you’ve been gracious enough to help me get this business figured out. I don’t think there’s much you could tell me that would change my perspective of you. Unless you’re a pedo or an animal abuser.”
I shake my head. “Definitely not.”
“Then I can work with whatever else.” He grips my hands. “Listen, Balt, we both know this is gonna end someday, probably soon, and I’ll be left with fond memories of our time together. I doubt you could tell me anything to spoil that.”
I wish I could believe him. I’m sure he thinks his words are true because he doesn’t suspect that I could be what I actually am.
“Thank you” is all I manage in response.
Deo nods, sliding his arms around my neck. “I’m pretty open-minded. Did you bust out of prison or something?”
I chuckle. “No.”
“Bury a man alive under your floorboards?”
I pull my head back. “No. That’s random.”
“Edgar Allen Poe. Oh, I know. You have an entire secret life. You’re actually married with two kids, a dog, and a wife who thinks you’re at a business conference right now.”
“I’m not married to anyone.”
“Kids and a dog?”
I laugh again. “Nothing like that.”
“Okay, so no secret family, no dead bodies, and no prison escape. That’s all I can think of that would make me question you, so you’re probably safe.”
“Good to know.” I cup his chin as I lean in and kiss him. “Thank you.”
“For?”
“Being you.”
Deo leans in for another kiss. “My hands are getting pruny. Want to finish up then find a movie to watch until we fall asleep?”
“That sounds like a perfect evening.”
Deo moves away slightly so we can wash ourselves, and as he does, I get an idea. What better distraction from my problems could there be than finding ways to please him and fulfill his fantasy at the same time?
“Stand up, love.”
Deo raises an eyebrow with a smirk on his face but gets to his feet, using my shoulder for balance. I take the bar of soap and get my hands nice and slick before sliding them down his belly to his dick, and then his ass. Slipping my fingers between his cheeks, I gently massage and cleanse his hole, and his cock swells and bounces between us. Deo’s soft moans are music to my ears as I shift my focus to stroking his cock and balls with my soapy hands.
“Oh god, Balt.” He sways slightly. “Feels so good.”
I press a kiss to his belly. “For me too.”
I dip a cloth in the water and rinse his body, then, unable to resist, I kiss the tip of his cock, smiling as he shudders and goose bumps prickle across his flesh.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” Deo asks. “Bend me over the tub?”
“Do you trust me?”
His gaze locks on mine. “Entirely.”
