Pretend I'm Yours (Pretend 1)

“This is Larkyn. She’s my date for tonight,” Sebastian says, pulling me tighter into his body, so I get a whiff of his cologne. It’s a strong scent, and it seems he used too much, but it doesn’t matter. He’s still appealing no matter how much of the stuff he uses. Especially, when he keeps calling me his date.

The woman scuffs and signals the waiter for another drink. The three men standing around the table all chuckle in unison like they know a secret I’m not in on.

Sebastian glances behind us. “Dance with me.”

“Um…” I don’t get a chance to say I don’t dance. That I’ve never danced. He takes the last swig of his beer before taking my almost full glass of wine from my hands and sets it down on the cocktail table.

His hand moves to the small of my back as he leads me to the dance floor. My body feels hot as I gaze around at all the other people on the floor grinding their bodies together. It doesn’t look like dancing. It looks like sex.

My eyes stare up at Sebastian’s as he stands in front of me and starts moving to the music. While I stand frozen. I don’t know how to dance to this music. He doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, he grabs my hand and gently pulls me to his body. He twirls me around and grabs my hips, pulling me to his body, so my back presses against his front.

His hands guide me, as his body sways to the music, and I do the same. Our bodies glide together to the beat of the music. I don’t know what to do with my hands, but I find them running over his, which glue to my hips.

I spot Serena out of the corner of my eye. She’s dancing with her boyfriend. She must have snuck him in.

I smile.

Tonight is going to be a good night, even if nothing else happens. Dancing in Sebastian’s arms, I can pretend I’m his. Pretend I live in a world of popular kids with fancy cars. I can pretend this is what I want. And who I am.

“You smell incredible,” Sebastian says, grinding harder until I can feel the strain of his erection against my ass.

I blush. I can’t take a compliment.

I want to turn and look at him, but I don’t dare. My knees are already weak enough. If I turn and see his blue eyes staring at me like he wants to devour me, I’ll lose my mind. I’d probably melt right here. Merely disappear into a puddle on the floor. Or worse yet, he might kiss me, and I’m afraid the act of him sweeping his tongue into my mouth might be enough for my body to orgasm. Here, in front of everyone.

He needs to stop the public displays of affection before I lose it.

He doesn’t listen to my inner turmoil though. Instead, he makes it worse, by nuzzling my neck. And then, yep, I’m going to lose it, he kisses my neck, running his slick tongue across my sensitive skin.

My knees buckle, and he catches me in his arms, tightening his grip around my waist.

He chuckles. “Don’t worry; I got you. I’m used to women getting a little weak around me.”

My cheeks are bright red now. He’s cocky, but I don’t care. Usually, I would hate guys who say shit like that. But not guys who are as hot as Sebastian is. Not when he’s holding me tightly against his hard body. I’m especially intrigued by the hardness, which continues to push roughly into my ass. Every time I move, it grows larger until I’m terrified, but also desperate, to feel the slick beast inside me.

Sebastian King could be my first. And that petrifies me. He could ruin me for all other men. Because it’s not like he will stick around after the first night. Not when he realizes how inexperienced I am in bed.

He starts kissing my neck again, and my eyes close, enjoying his touch and trying to forget about everything else. Who cares that this won’t last? I didn’t set out tonight to get into a relationship. I set out to find a guy who wants to fuck me. And Sebastian King wants to fuck me.

“Want to get another drink?” he says suddenly against my neck.

I moan.

He chuckles again.

Shit, I need to stop moaning and getting weak in the knees every time he speaks, or he’s going to realize I’ve never had a man touch me like he’s groping me now.

“Drink?” he asks again, reminding me of the question.

Drink? He wants to get a drink now?

I sigh. I guess Sebastian isn’t as into dancing as I am with him. Drinking means he won’t have his hands all over my body as he does now. But I don’t have a choice. If I say no, he might stop hanging out with me altogether.

“Sure.”

I open my eyes as his hand slides down to my ass. I squeak when he pinches it, and I chance a glance.

He’s smirking at me, his hands guiding me off the dance floor back to where his friends are still drinking. I glance over at them as we approach with his hand still on my ass. They are all staring, and then the woman who asked who I was before is no longer blinking her eyelashes as she glares, trying to make me disappear with her eyes.