Page 51 of The Pretender
“I want to be sucked to the edge but not allowed to go over,” he says, his voice deep and raspy. “I want to be fucked with a dick, with a toy, with anything, until I’m begging to come. I want—” He pauses to clear his throat. “I want to be absolutely and completely drained, all at the whim of someone else.”
“You… you want to be fucked?”
He nods. “I’ve never… Not with someone.”
“You fucked yourself with toys?”
Balt nods and my stomach flutters with excitement.
“Fuck, that’s hot. You’ve never had a real live dick inside you?”
He shakes his head, his breathing stuttering.
“And you told me.” I echo his earlier words. “Is that because you want to make it happen?”
He searches my eyes for a moment, sliding his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. “I don’t know what it is about you. I’ve barely known you for a full forty-eight hours, but there’s something about you—a spark in your eyes or a warmth in your smile that weakens my defenses. So yeah, I’m telling you because I want to make it happen.”
I don’t know what to say in response to his admission.
“Too much?” Balt asks.
“No.” I lean in and kiss him, then press our foreheads together. “I guess that’s why I told you too. We have a unique chemistry.”
“We do.”
I sit up, and as possibilities swirl in my head, my smile grows. “I think we can have a lot of fun together.”
“I think so too.”
“Tell you what, you don’t tell me when you plan my kink and I won’t warn you about yours.”
He flicks his tongue across his lips. “Deal.”
I grind into his lap, noting how hard his cock is. I’m right there too. “I could get on my knees right now and take care of you.”
“You could.”
“Or…?” I grin, letting my unspoken words hang in the air.
“Yeah, that,” Balt says, gruffly. “Make me suffer. Make me beg for you.”
“All this power might go to my head.”
“I can handle it.” He wraps his hand around the front of my neck, gripping but not squeezing. “But please let me kiss and touch you freely. I want to be edged, not tortured.”
“You’re free to kiss and touch me.” I run my hands down his chest. “And you have my absolute consent to ravage me when I’m sleeping.”
“I’m so fucking hard right now. You are too damn sexy, Deo.”
“So are you.” I force myself off his lap, as much as I’d rather ride him. “We still have a couple of hours to kill before dinner.”
“Another movie to distract us?”
“That works.”
Balt grabs the remote and flips through our options, but my mind isn’t on any movie choice. All I can think about is how I’m going to turn this man inside out. I may not have top energy, but what I do have is blind confidence and audacity. He trusted me with this, and I plan to make it worth it to him.
I’m gonna rock his world.
