Page 69 of The Pretender

“Good. Then leave your pleasure to me.”

He scrunches his face up. “I never said I wanted to be edged.”

Chuckling, I get on my knees and wash myself quickly. “Trust.”

Deo makes a dramatic sighing noise as he steps out of the tub. “Fine, but you better make it good.”

“Don’t I always?”

Deo nods, biting his bottom lip. “That’s why I’m willing to endure some delayed gratification.”

We stand together, simply gazing into each other’s eyes. Deo is absolutely stunning, inside and out, and the day I have to leave and forget all about him is gonna suck. It’s inevitable though. I have to face my choices alone. It’s safer that way.

“How about that movie?”

Deo smiles. “Should we do scary or funny?”

“Scary. I like it when you cling to me.”

“Charmer.”

He saunters out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, and I follow him like the hopeless puppy dog I become in his presence.

I’m woken by howls outside the window. Rolling over, I glance at my phone on the nightstand and note the time. Three in the morning. I didn’t mean to fall asleep as quickly as I did, but as we relaxed in bed and Deo’s breathing turned soft, I found myself dragged under with him.

Stretching slightly, I watch the sleeping beauty for a moment. I could still pull off my plan. Maybe it’s even better now that he’s deep in sleep.

I start by pulling the blankets down to reveal his nude, supple body, then run my hand over the curve of his hip. He’s lying on his side, facing me, so I carefully climb out of bed to get on the other side of him without waking him.

Fuck, his skin is soft. I nuzzle his neck, rubbing against him as my dick swells with desire. There’s so much I want to do to him. I could suck him off, eat his ass, or I could be really bold and fuck him. Or I could do all three. This is his fantasy, so I need to make it good for him. How much can I get away with without waking him?

There’s only one way to find out.

TWENTY-ONE

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I’m havingthe best dream.

So warm and cozy. And horny. Mmm. This is nice. The sensation of a warm mouth on my cock spreads through me, and it responds by swelling. I stir slightly, stretching my arms above me before pulling the pillow tighter to my chest.

So horny. Unf. Want to be fucked. Want Balt to fuck me. I search my mind for a visual of him, aware enough to know I’m dreaming but desperately wanting to stay here.

The hot, wet slickness around my cock moves to my hole, along with gentle, prodding fingers. Oh fuck. I’ve never had such a realistic dream. I don’t want to open my eyes and make it stop. This is too good. I’d swear it’s really happening.

“Fucking delicious.”

My breath catches and I groggily peel my eyes open. That was Balt’s voice, muffled, and as my brain catches up, I realize I’m not dreaming. This is real. Oh my god, yes.

To keep the fantasy going, I pretend to be asleep, absorbed in the sensations happening between my legs. It’s been sweet torture never knowing when he would accost me in my sleep, but I can already say the wait was worth it.

Partially opening my eyes, I spot the top of Balt’s head as he works my hole with his tongue and fingers, slurping loudly like I’m his favorite meal. I want to moan, but I don’t want to break his concentration yet, so I bite it back, forcing myself to focus on him and not my own pleasure. I want to drag this out as long as I can.

Balt kisses and nibbles the insides of my thighs before nuzzling his nose into my balls. He sucks each one into his mouth, then licks my shaft, swirling his tongue over the tip. A shiver runs through me and I can no longer hold back.

“Balt,” I whisper.

“Hi, baby.” He kisses my belly. “Go back to sleep. I’ll take care of you.”