Page 40 of The Pretender

I lean back, placing my hands on his thighs for support, then I get to work, bouncing on Balt’s amazing dick as I ride my way to oblivion. A sheen of sweat coats my skin, and I know my cheeks must be flushed, but all I care about right now is getting us both off.

Finding a good rhythm, I grind against him, gasping every time he nails my prostate. I’m bouncing wildly on his cock now, digging my nails into his skin and knowing I’ll likely have bruises tomorrow from his strong grip on my hips.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs. “Fuck. You’re a dream.”

I smile, changing positions so I can lean forward and kiss him. Balt takes the opportunity to hold on to me and pull himself upright. He sucks and bites my neck while I throw my head back and continue riding him like my life depends on it.

The tension building inside me is delicious, and I want it to last, but I’m so close. My cock rubbing against his stomach is too much. Any second now I’m gonna fall over the edge.

“Deo,” Balt huffs. “Fuck. Oh god. I’m gonna…”

“Yessss. Come inside me.” I bite his earlobe and that’s it for him.

His body tenses beneath me, his cock swelling and throbbing as he releases inside the condom. I rock myself aggressively, chasing my own orgasm, and I’m finally rewarded as my body tightens and my cock jerks, spilling sticky cum between us.

Balt has his arms wrapped around me, holding me so close I can hardly catch my breath, but it feels too good to fight it, so I give in, letting him rock us both through our shared orgasms.

We stay like this long enough that his cock softens and begins to slip out.

“Shit,” he murmurs. “I better take care of this.”

“Yeah.” I flinch as I slide up, releasing him from my body.

He groans, pulling the condom off and tying it before tossing it to the floor. Then he lies back to catch his breath with his eyes closed. I scoot down to lie beside him, staring at the ceiling.

“That was some seriously good sex,” I announce after a few silent moments.

Balt chuckles. “No lie. Incredible.” He turns his head to face me. “You are something else.”

“So are you.”

His eyes move to my neck, and he brushes his thumb across my skin. “I might have left a mark or two.”

“I hope so.” I roll onto my side and drag my hand across his chest. “For the record, you can fuck me whenever you want.”

“Did I fuck you? From my perspective, it was the other way around.”

I laugh at that. “Okay, so I might be a power bottom.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” He rolls onto his side too, leaning close enough to brush a quick kiss over my lips. “Seriously, that was phenomenal. It’s been a while for me, and an even longer time since it was that good.”

“Same. There’s definitely some strong chemistry between us.”

“There is.”

Balt searches my eyes, and I’m tempted to ask him what he’s thinking, but I keep my mouth shut, simply enjoying the silence for once.

“Have you ever fucked bare?” he asks, surprising me.

“Once, with a guy I dated for a while and after we got tested. It was a really long time ago though. You?”

He shakes his head. “No, but I’m curious.” A faint smile plays on his lips. “More curious now.”

I boop his nose with my index finger. “You want to fuck me bare, lover?”

He nods as his gaze intensifies. “I do. I’m greedy as fuck sometimes.”

“I can handle that. We’ll discuss.” I stretch my arms above my head. “Want to take a quick shower? I’m not too keen on sleeping with dry cum on my skin.”