Pretend With Me - Finale

My chest was pounding as I stormed out of the restaurant. I didn’t even hear what Lila said when I left—I couldn’t. My mind was already spinning with one name. Elliot.

I pulled out my phone with shaking hands and dialed. He picked up on the second ring, his voice casual. “Adrián? Aren’t you supposed to be—?”

“Meet me at my place,” I cut him off, breathless. “Please. Now.”

There was silence for a beat. Then: “On my way.”

By the time I walked into my room, he was already there, sitting on my bed like he belonged to it. Like he belonged to me.

“I couldn’t do it,” I confessed, voice cracking. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing. “I screwed up. I just… I couldn’t.”

He tilted his head, a teasing smile on his lips. “Don’t worry. You can make it up to her. Want us to practice?” He reached for his bag, pulling out the wig.

“No,” I said firmly, stepping closer. “This isn’t about her. This is about you.”

That shut him up.

I leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and just as he started lifting the wig to his head, I stopped him with my hand. “Forget the wig. I want you.”

Elliot froze, then smiled slowly, like a secret he’d been waiting for me to uncover.

And then we were kissing.

Not a soft kiss. Not playful. It was frantic, greedy, the kind of kiss that burned the lungs. Our mouths crashed together as he pushed me back onto the bed, straddling me, grinding down so I could feel his cock through his jeans rubbing against mine through my pants.

I groaned, grabbing his ass to pull him tighter. The friction was unbearable, both of us already hard, our bodies desperate like they’d been waiting forever.

Elliot’s hands worked on my shirt, fumbling but determined, unbuttoning it while his lips stayed on mine. “I told you,” he whispered against my mouth, finally yanking the fabric open, “this scent drives people crazy.” His nose brushed along my neck as he inhaled deeply, making me shiver.

I tore at his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head, sliding his jeans down. Soon we were naked, skin on skin, our hard cocks pressed against each other, slick with pre-cum.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I shoved him down onto the bed, my mouth trailing down his chest, his stomach, until I had his cock in my hand. Elliot gasped, fingers tangling in my hair as I took him into my mouth.

“Fuck—Adrián…” he moaned, hips bucking.

I sucked him deep, tasting him, loving the way his thighs trembled under my grip. His moans filled the room, raw and unfiltered, until he pushed me back, eyes glazed. “My turn.”

He slid down, lips wrapping around my cock. My head hit the pillow with a groan as he bobbed up and down, his tongue swirling around the tip before taking me all the way.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, my hand gripping his hair.

Then we shifted, lining up opposite each other, and suddenly we were in a messy 69. Both of us sucking, licking, groaning into each other’s cocks, the bed creaking under us. The wet sounds, the gasps, the taste—it was overwhelming.

I pulled off first, crawling back up his body to kiss him, tasting both of us on his tongue. I pressed my lips to his neck, whispering between kisses, “This is what I wanted. You. Just you.”

His eyes fluttered shut, his mouth falling open as I pushed into him.

The heat, the tightness, the way his nails dug into my back—it was everything. I moved slow at first, letting him adjust, kissing him deeply as we rocked together.

“Faster,” he panted, biting my lip. “Fuck me harder, Adrián.”

And I did.

Our bodies slapped together, sweat slicking our skin. His moans grew louder with each thrust, his legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper. I kissed him through it all—his lips, his cheek, his throat—because I couldn’t get enough.

“Say it,” I groaned against his ear.

“I want you,” he gasped, voice breaking. “I only want you.”

That pushed me over the edge. My thrusts turned frantic, both of us moaning, kissing, swearing. His hand was stroking himself fast, and I felt him clench around me as he came hard, spilling between us. The sight of him losing it dragged me with him. I buried myself deep inside, groaning his name as I came, my whole body trembling.

We collapsed together, a tangled mess of sweat, cum, and heavy breaths. For a long moment, we just lay there, my arm wrapped around him, his head on my chest.

“Best date ever,” he murmured, smirking.

I laughed, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Yeah. It was.”

Later, we pulled a blanket over us and put on some random romantic movie. We didn’t watch it. We didn’t need to.

Because this wasn’t practice anymore.
What we had was real.

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This is the end of this story, hope you liked it! I'll go ahead and finish the boyband one before introducing new series.