Page 71 of The Pretender

If I let myself, I could easily fall for him.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Gonna come.”

Nodding, I cup his face. “Yes, come for me.”

He kisses me hard, twitching as his cock swells, stretching me even farther, before it pulses inside me. I rub against him, chasing my own orgasm, and thankfully, it follows a few secondslater. When it hits, I cry out his name, rattled by the intensity of it. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, and he hisses, but continues pumping inside of me.

We ride each other through it until his cock softens and slips out of my body. Shivering, I laugh softly.

“What’s funny?” Balt asks, panting.

“Not funny. Mind blown. That was so much more than I ever dared to dream.”

“No shit. That was incredible. You turned me on to something new.”

“Yeah?”

“Touching and sucking you while you slept was hot as fuck.”

“It was. I thought I was dreaming at first.”

“Was it what you hoped for, then? Fantasy fulfilled?”

I nod, brushing my damp hair off my sweaty forehead. “And then some.”

We’re quiet for a few seconds, then Balt sits up abruptly. “Shit.”

“What?”

“The condom broke.” He holds up the tattered bits of latex.

“That explains why I feel so slippery.” I reach down and drag my fingers along my sensitive crease, collecting Balt’s cum in the process. “Wow.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve tested negative recently, if that helps.”

I play with the sticky liquid on my fingers. “Wow.”

“Could you say something besides wow?”

I meet his eyes. “It’s surprisingly sexy to me. No one’s ever come inside me before. Not bare. I’m not upset.”

“Good.”

“I test regularly too, and I’m on PrEP.”

Balt nods, his worried expression softening. “Crisis averted.”

“Yeah.”

He spreads my legs, reaching down and softly massaging my wrecked hole. I twitch from the soreness, but I can’t fight back the smile on my face.

“Sore?”

I nod. “Yeah. You’re a beast.”

He continues massaging me, and I have to admit it feels really good. “I wish I had words to describe your body adequately, but I’d need to be a poet or something.”

Normally, I don’t fall for a lot of flattery, especially post-sex, but something about his delivery sounds genuine.