Page 8 of The Pretender
“Well, I’ve got my head in the clouds all the time. I live for spontaneity.”
“Okay.”
“In short, we’re not at all compatible. At least, not without a lot of effort.”
I want to laugh, but I hold it in since he obviously takes this seriously. “Do you let astrology dictate your romantic choices?”
“Dictate, no. Guide, yes.”
“Will our incompatibility survive a blow job?”
Deo rolls his eyes, but chuckles. “Balt, my family knows how I feel about this stuff. When they find out you’re a Taurus, they’re going to question me. I need an adequate response.”
“Why don’t you just tell them that our chemistry was so palpable, you decided to throw caution to the wind? Spontaneous decision.”
A smile creeps across his pretty face. “That’s not a bad suggestion. We do seem to have some chemistry, don’t we?”
I nod. “Seems like it. Want to find out for sure?”
His eyes soften as he nods, lifting his face to me. I’m assuming he wants a kiss, which is perfectly fine with me, so I lean in, brushing our lips together.
Deo’s hand slides from my chest across my stomach, and just as I’m truly sinking into the sweet, minty taste of his mouth, he tears it away, kissing a trail down my body before he settles between my legs. He presses his mouth to my swelling cock through my briefs, dragging his teeth over it until he reaches up to tug my underwear off.
He gasps softly, his grin bright even in the dimness of the room. “Nice.”
“Thanks.”
Deo wraps his hand around my cock, stroking softly while his eyes are fixed on me. I relax into the mattress, folding my arms under my head so I can watch him. He licks his lips, his gazedarting up to my face briefly, before he returns to the task at hand.
He flicks his tongue out to make contact, dragging it along my length then swirling it over my cockhead. I arch my back as my lips part. He’s teasing me perfectly, building my anticipation for more.
He looks up at my face again as he closes his mouth over my cock and effortlessly swallows every inch. Damn. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Deo keeps his eyes trained on me as he works me over, slurping and sucking on my cock and balls, digging his fingers into my thighs, and raising his cute ass in the air, tempting me to flip him over and explore. I’m not actually sure I could get his mouth off of me though, not that I’m complaining.
Deo moans and grunts and makes sweet little gagging noises as he deepthroats me with ease. Now I understand why he offered. He knows he’s good at this and he obviously enjoys it.
I tilt my head back for a second as tendrils of heat snake through me on their way to my cock. I’m so close already, but I don’t want to blow yet. I want this to last for hours. Deo is too damn good though, coaxing my orgasm out of me like a charmer to a snake.
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I pant his name, gently bucking my hips to fuck his throat. He nods in encouragement, his pupils blown and cheeks flushed. Fuck, he’s beautiful. Even better with my dick in his mouth.
He doesn’t say a word as he works me over, clearly focused on the prize. I’m a mess, squirming beneath him, my muscles trembling as the tension builds deep within me. He swallows around my cockhead one more time, and that’s it. I fall over the edge, breathing his name as the first wave hits and cum shoots out of me.
All I can do is grunt and moan and pant his name as he milks me for every drop until I’m a boneless heap on the bed. Before I can even move, Deo is on his knees, stroking his cock, a heated, blissful look in his eyes as he punishes his bottom lip with his teeth.
“Fuck,” Deo moans as the first sticky rope shoots out and lands on my chest.
He continues stroking himself, painting me with his cum, until he visibly shivers and collapses next to me on the bed.
We lie in silence for several minutes, just listening to our heavy breathing returning to normal between us.
After regaining my composure, I turn my head to him. “What was that about us not being compatible?”
Deo shakes with quiet laughter. “I was referring to outside the bedroom.”
“I call bullshit. I’m not blowing sunshine up your ass when I say that might be the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
“Oh, I’m sure it was.” He grins, rolling to his side and dragging his finger through the cooling cum on my chest. “I pride myself on my oral skills.”
