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Pretend With Me - Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2025-10-02 22:00:04 +0000 UTCI woke up sticky.
My sheets clung to my thighs, my boxers plastered to me with cum, and I knew immediately—I’d been dreaming about him again.
Elliot.
In the dream, I wasn’t just kissing him. I was on my knees, holding onto his hips as he straddled me, bouncing up and down on my cock like he owned me. His wig slid sideways, his hair messy, his face flushed as he moaned my name over and over. I remember the heat, the way his ass clenched around me, the way his hands pressed against my chest to keep balance while I fucked up into him. And when I came, so hard it almost hurt, I felt it twice—once in the dream, and once in my sheets.
I lay there catching my breath, staring at the ceiling. Tonight was my date with Lila. I should’ve been excited. Instead, my body was still humming with Elliot.
Later that evening, Elliot came over, like nothing had happened the night before. Like we hadn’t fucked each other senseless. He flopped on my bed with that grin of his. “Alright, Casanova. Let’s get you ready for your big night.”
I didn’t hesitate this time. I stripped down completely naked right in front of him. No shame, no hesitation. My cock swung heavy between my legs, half-hard already just from being exposed to him.
“Damn,” he chuckled, eyes dragging slowly down my body. “So comfortable now, huh?”
“Yeah,” I said, grinning nervously. “With you? Yeah.”
He helped me choose everything. First, the boxers. He tossed me a black pair and watched as I slid them on, his eyes never leaving the way the fabric stretched over me. Then the pants, then the shirt. Each time he adjusted something—tucking, smoothing, fixing my collar—his fingers lingered just a second too long on my skin.
Finally, he pulled out a little perfume bottle from his bag. “This,” he said proudly, “is my favorite scent.” He stood close, so close I could feel his breath on my neck, and sprayed me. The air filled with something sweet and sharp, intoxicating.
“This is going to make Lila crazy,” he whispered. “She’ll want to tear down your clothes immediately.”
My throat tightened. Without thinking, I asked, “Are you feeling like that?”
He met my eyes. His nod was slow, deliberate.
And then his mouth was on mine. A hot, urgent kiss that tasted like something I’d been starving for. Our hands slipped down, under our boxers, wrapping around each other’s cocks. We jerked each other off in messy, needy strokes, groaning into each other’s mouths like we couldn’t hold back.
But I stopped. My chest heaving, I broke the kiss. “Tonight is Lila,” I panted. “But… thanks for all the help.”
For once, Elliot didn’t argue. He just nodded, lips swollen, eyes dark, and whispered, “Good luck.”
Dinner with Lila was… awkward.
She looked beautiful, she really did. Her dress shimmered in the dim light of the restaurant, her smile was sweet, and her laugh was easy. But I couldn’t focus. Her voice faded in and out as my mind kept circling back to Elliot. His smirk. His touch. The way his hand felt stroking me just hours ago.
“Adrián!”
Her sharp tone snapped me out of it.
“What?” I blinked, realizing I’d been staring at the empty wine glass instead of her.
She sighed, exasperated. “I was suggesting we go to your house after this. Would you like that?”
My mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “Uh… sure! Why not?”
She smiled, but I felt sick. The idea of taking her to my bed, the same bed where Elliot had just been—it didn’t sit right. I kept nodding at her words, but I wasn’t hearing anything.
Halfway through her story about some drama class rehearsal, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted, cutting her off.
Her brows knitted. “What?”
“This… isn’t going to work out.” My voice was shaky but firm. I pulled a folded 500 bill from my wallet and placed it on the table. “Suit yourself. I’m so sorry, Lila. But I have to leave.”
I stood up before she could answer, before I lost the courage. My legs carried me out of the restaurant, heart hammering, mind buzzing.
There was only one thought burning in my chest, drowning out everything else.
I have to find Elliot.
