The Pretend Boyfriend novel Chapter 58

He lets her lave his nipples while his hands slide up and down her back and dampening hair. She spends an inordinately long period on his nipples. He savors every oscillation of her tongue, marveling at how skillful she has gotten with that appendage in such a short period of time.

He raises his chin and closes his eyes as she descends even further. She's going to apply that masterful tongue on his nether regions now, and he will never protest against that. He sucks in his breath and waits for the first contact of her hot tongue upon his weeping cock. He isn't disappointed. Her wriggling tongue settles upon his cock head immediately, and he feels his buttocks clenching as she closes her warm mouth around his hard, straining crown.

Ohhhhh. His balls tighten as she sucks him in.

Her inner cheeks are silky. They feel like a cocoon enwrapping his ultra-sensitive column. The sordid sensations unfurl and rush around his groin like a maelstrom. He basks in the adoration of her mouth as she sucks and sucks at him. His fingers trawl her damp hair.

God, but she has such a talented tongue. She can get him off just like this if she's not careful.

When his balls are full to bursting and the skin around his cock is too tight, he carefully disengages her mouth from it.

"You'll make me come," he whispers.

She pauses in her fellatio briefly and looks up at him with a sly smile. "I thought that was the point."

"But I want to stick it into you and fuck you till you scream," he says, still in that smoky whisper.

She likes it when he talks dirty to her.

"Then do it, lover boy."

He laughs softly. Their bodies are covered with a sheen of sweat. He seats his bare buttocks on a smooth wooden bench and lets her straddle his hips. He stares deeply into her eyes and holds her waist as she navigates her pussy above his cock.

They have been doing it bareback for some time. Since when, he can't be sure - but it's an unspoken tacit understanding between them that he wasn't fucking anyone else, and she wasn't either. The moment he rolls on a condom, she would know he's fucking someone else.

He tips his head back, and lets out a guttural groan as she sheathes his cock with the wonderful glove of her pussy.

"God, you feel so good," he hisses between clenched teeth.

For answer, she buries her face in the crook of his neck and starts to move against his hips. Up, down - the familiar sliding sensation of velvety flesh around his most sensitive area.

They both moan in unison - in his practiced concert they know so well. She varies the tempo of her movements. She knows he likes variation. Sometimes she would do it fast, and sometimes she would slow down - letting him recover with kisses and moans upon her neck and cheeks.

And all this time, she clenches his hot column with her pussy muscles. He thrusts his hips upwards to meet hers just as she grinds herself downwards upon him. He allows himself to build and build, sensing that he needs quick release.

"Don't go. Let it ring."

"I have to get this," she murmurs.

"Why? What's so important?"

"Gym stuff." She appears to be in a hurry. She doesn't want to meet his eyes.

With a twinge of irrational jealousy, he wonders if it's Thor who is calling her. It's 'Gym stuff' all right.

Still, he lets go of her. He has no claim on her. He has to keep telling himself that.

"Call me when you get back," he says. She didn't even say she was going out. He just assumes she is.

"OK." She gives him a bright, too-quick smile, and exits the door, still very naked.

He watches her retreating back as she closes the door tightly shut on him, and spends the next ten minutes trying to suppress the dark thoughts that stir within his brain.