Page 13 of Tempting Him (Illicit Desires)

His cock stood proudly upwards right in front of my face as I helped him out of his underwear. His breathing hitched as he stared down at me.

I grinned up at him. I was going to enjoy every moment of this. “Sit down for me, Liam,” I commanded, and he did what I asked of him.

As he sat on the bed, naked from the waist down, I couldn’t help but pause to admire the feast spread out before me. And he was a feast. A stunning banquet I couldn’t quite believe was sitting on my bed, ready for me.

I smirked at him as I kneeled directly in front of him. His cock twitched at my approach, and I needed more. I needed to taste him, to feel him, and more than anything, I wanted to get him completely naked and have him crying out my name in ecstasy.

He watched every move I was making intently. I turned my head to the side and kissed his muscular thigh. I turned the other way and did the same thing again. He gasped at the contact of my mouth on his skin, and I grinned at the sound as I slowly, teasingly worked my way up his thighs, alternating sides, giving both his incredible legs the attention they deserved.

I inched ever closer to the glorious prize that lay hard and straight up against his stomach. His body responded with an unspoken hunger to every movement I made.

“Christ, Liam. You smell so good.” I smiled up at him as I finally placed a kiss on his cock. My own dick was painfully hard again and begging to be slid inside the warmth of Liam’s delicious arse, but I had other plans for him first.

I licked over the length of him, from his balls right to the tip of his cock, and his hips flexed towards my mouth with a deep husky moan. I tasted his precum, and it started a frenzy within me. I opened my mouth, and slid him between my lips, lapping along the length of him as I took as much of his dick in my mouth as I could manage. He felt amazing in my mouth, and I held him there, my tongue lapping over him, my throat and gag reflex being pushed against.

“Oh fuck, Rich!” he cried out, grinding his hips up against my eager mouth. I slid my hands under his backside and held him against my face. I needed more of him. I needed to taste him so badly.

Liam’s hand stroked my face, and his fingers settled in my hair. I let him take the lead and show me how he liked to be sucked. I let him use my mouth the way he needed it, thrusting in and out, building himself up to the crescendo he needed. While he did, I worked my tongue over him, grabbing at his buttocks, willing him to explode down my throat.

His hips started to buck erratically. “Fuck…” He groaned, and his orgasm ripped through him without mercy.

I was rewarded for my efforts. Hot spunk flooded my mouth, and greedily, I swallowed down every drop he graced me with.

Keeping him in my mouth until I was sure he was spent and his cock now soft, I let it slip from between my lips. I smiled up at him, admiring the look on his handsome face as he watched me.

ChapterThirteen

Liam

Rich wasa perfect specimen of everything that was gorgeously masculine. His body was hairy and broad, manly. His cock was large and stood out proudly from his body. He was already hard again. He was ready for me, and fuck, I was ready for him.

He grinned at me and palmed his dick as he moved back towards me. I smiled as I bit my bottom lip and instinctively moved backwards, never taking my eyes off his.

Rich followed me effortlessly over to the bed. His mouth pressed against mine as I moved more to the middle of his mattress. He slid between my thighs, over me, his cock coming to rest in the crease of my arse.

“Fuck, I need your cock,” I purred up at him.

His eyes rolled and his heavy lids partially closed. “Soon.” He sighed, his lips touching mine softly as he kissed me and lowered his hips to mine, his cock teasing me all the more between my buttocks.

His mouth moved across my jaw, peppering tiny kisses. When he reached my neck, my whole body shivered as his lips nibbled on my sensitive skin. I ran my hands over his shoulders, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him against my neck, willing him to suck on my flesh. When he moved his mouth to my shoulder, I let out a frustrated groan. I wanted him to mark me.

The nibbling of my flesh continued there, soft and caressing at first, but soon, Rich was sucking hard on the flesh of my shoulder. I grabbed his hair roughly, willing him on. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I moaned, and he flexed his hips against me, his cock rutting against my arse crack, tempting me, teasing me, leaving me wanting more.

Once he was satisfied with his attention on my shoulder, he kissed over my chest. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I arched my back with a hiss and slammed my balled-up fist onto the bed. The force of the lightning bolt of electricity that shot through me from that contact went straight to my balls and made my now painfully hard cock throb.

When his fingertips started to give my other nipple attention at the same time, I felt like I was about to pass out. No one in my life had ever made me feel pleasure with this kind of intensity. My body reacted to Rich in ways it never had before. I was going to end up ruined by this man. No one else would ever measure up to everything that was happening in that moment. This was insane. This was surreal. This was so much more than fucking.

Rich moved from between my legs yet kept his mouth on my chest. He moved his body beside me and I mourned the loss. I heard movement in the bedside table, and I glanced over to see Rich grabbing a bottle of lube, and again, my cock pulsed at the thought of what might be coming next.

His mouth was back on mine in an instant, and I heard the flip of the top of the lube bottle. I groaned against his mouth as the cool liquid covered my balls and ran down towards my arsehole. Seconds later, Rich’s hand cupped my balls and spread the lube between my legs, his fingertips teasing my hole, rubbing it, pressing against it a little and leaving me desperate for more.

Taking my other nipple in his mouth, Rich slid a finger inside me.

“Oh, Christ!” I gasped, running my hands over his shoulders, delighting in the feeling of his bare skin under my fingertips and his expert finger sheathed in my arse. A second finger joined the first and I flexed my hips to push back on his hand, silently begging him for more. A curl of his fingers later and I dug my nails into the flesh of his back. That was something I had never felt before. I’d heard about it, read about it, but holy shit, no one had ever actually rubbed over my p-spot before.

His fingers worked small circles over that little bundle of nerves, and I moaned louder than I thought possible. It felt like I was going to come, but not in the same way it did when I’d been fucked before. This was something very different.

Rich lifted his head from my chest and looked at me with the sexiest smirk I’d ever seen in my life. He twisted his fingers in me, pushed them a little deeper, and kept working over that little magic spot.

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