Pretend We're Over (Pretend 2)

Sebastian King is a player. I know that. I know that he knows how to feed me lines to get me into bed.

But when he spoke, it didn’t feel like a line. It felt like the truth. Maybe I’m naive, but I want to fuck him. I want this. I want to feel like his queen, i

f only for one night. So I push all my doubts and insecurities out of my head, and I let the confident, smart-aleck Millie take over.

“Fuck me, Sebastian. And this time, make sure I remember.” I nip at his earlobe as I elicit a deep throaty growl in response to my demand.

I expect that he’s going to take me here in the rain. I shiver, though.

“Oh, I will. But first, I need to warm you up.”

He scoops me back in his arms, somehow not missing a step even though he’s walking on a cast. A cast he wasn’t supposed to get wet—oops.

He devours my mouth again as he carries me back inside. I’ve never felt this beautiful, this wanted. I don’t know how Sebastian was able to read between the lines. How was he able to figure out that I’m not this confident woman when it comes to men? Somehow, he did exactly what I needed.

He tosses me down on the bed and then walks calmly into the bathroom. I stare at his soaked ass and shirt clinging to his back as he walks. When he returns, his shirt is off. Water droplets cling to his sharp chest, and he has two towels draped over his shoulder.

I reach out to take one from him, but he shakes his head. I lay back in anticipation as he uses one of the towels to wipe the water from my face, then down my neck. I suck in a breath when he rubs the towel over my bra, my nipples hardening, wishing there was less fabric between us. I never realized that a man taking care of me like this is the sexiest thing a man has ever done for me.

I’m in heaven as he continues down my body, over my underwear, and then down my legs. My mouth runs dry as he finishes, then steps back and dries off his chest while never breaking eye contact.

I’m practically naked in front of him, in my bra and panties with my dress around my waist. I’ve flaunted my naked body in front of him before, but I’ve never felt this exposed. He sees beyond my flesh. He knows my fears and anxieties without me speaking them. I don’t know how but him trying to take care of me makes this experience all the more incredible.

“Don’t worry, Millie. When I fuck you, there won’t be anything gentlemanly about it.” He grins, and if my panties weren’t already soaked, they are now.

And then he’s undoing his pants and pulling them down until he’s naked and glistening from the rain still against his skin. I try to keep my eyes from descending down his body, but I can’t help it. And when I see his cock, I panic.

He’s impressive. He’s a sex god. He’s charming, and I’m—

Sebastian leans down and kisses me, stopping me from finishing my thoughts. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me as his, causing my tongue to swell and my lips to tingle from his touch.

“Don’t think about anything except that kiss.”

My brain floods with images of that kiss. I burn the image, the taste, the touch, the feeling into my head. There is no way I’ll forget this night.

I regret drinking those glasses of champagne during dinner. I don’t want anything to impede my ability to remember.

“Strip,” Sebastian says as he sits on the edge of the bed.

I sit up as his appreciative eyes travel down my body. I unhook my bra, immediately, letting the wet material fall to the floor. I know my boobs look good, but the rest of me has more curves than most men accept as beautiful. I let my dress and panties fall next, and then I hear Sebastian gasp.

“Come here.” Sebastian hooks his finger at me as he lays back. I walk over to him, he grabs my hips, and then I’m straddling his face.

“I’ve wanted to eat you out since you strutted around naked after leaving the hot tub. I’ve been dying to know what you taste like.”

I’ve never had a man eat me out before. I’ve never had a man go down on me. I’ve never had a man make me come from his tongue.

I should tell him. I tense. My thighs straighten, keeping his tongue from diving into my body.

His eyes flicker to mine—he realizes the truth.

“Tell me,” he commands.

“What?”

“Tell me. Once you do, you’ll be free of it. It will be just words. I’m about to devour you, and I sure as hell won’t stop until you come. I don’t care about the failure of men before me. I don’t care if they were too dumb to taste you here. Too inexperienced to make you come. Say it so that you can be free.”

“I’ve never had a man go down on me before.”