Page 75 of Vicious Temptation

She cries out, grabbing onto my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin as her hips buck wildly, her body writhing, searching for something to grind against, some outlet for the pleasure throbbing between her legs, careening through her body. I pull back from the kiss, and I take a risk.

I yank her bra up with one hand, molding one breast in my palm as I press my mouth to other, and I suck her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it as I press my teeth against her skin, just enough for her to feel it.

I hope to god that this basement is as sound-proof as it’s supposed to be, because Bella screams. She arches against me, her entire body pressed against mine for a brief second before she pulls back, shaking hard as her knees nearly buckle. I slide an arm around her waist, steadying her, luxuriating in the feeling of her weight in my arms for a moment before she sags back against the wall, and I regretfully let go of her. She hasn’t stopped me yet, but I don’t want to push the boundaries too far and risk undoing the progress she’s made.

I take a step back, panting. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life as I look at her—her hair falling loose from her ponytail, her bra dragged up over her breasts, a red mark around one nipple from my mouth. She looks wrecked, and I want to take her down to the mat and make her come again with my mouth, my fingers, my cock. I want to make her come over and over, until neither one of us can stand.

Bella takes a shaky breath, reaching up to tug her bra down. “I—I didn’t know I could?—”

“I didn’t know either.” I run a hand through my hair. “God, Bella, I—” I take a deep breath. “What do you need? Because I’ve got to go somewhere and do something about this.” I gesture towards my cock with a shaky hand, and Bella’s eyes narrow.

Her hand shoots out, gripping my hip as she tugs me towards her. “Come here,” she says determinedly, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

For a brief second, I think she’s going to ask me to jerk off again while she watches. But then a small smile twitches at the corner of her mouth, and her fingers hook under my waistband as I forget how to breathe for a moment.

“I want to try touching you,” she whispers. “Is that okay?”

Speechless, all I can do is nod my assent, and hope that I last past the first brush of her fingers against me.

She reaches out with both hands, tugging my workout shorts down my hips, just enough for my cock to spring out. It slaps against my abs, so hard that it stays pressed there, and Bella lets out a soft gasp that ends with a nervous giggle.

I’ve never imagined that a woman giggling when she saw my cock would do anything but make me feel like shit, but something about the sound Bella makes only serves to send another thick drop of pre-cum pearling down my shaft.

She reaches out tentatively, her left hand resting on my bare hip as her right stretches out to touch the tip of my cock. I brace myself against the wall, both hands on either side of her, and look down to see her fingers touch my cockhead for the first time.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sensation. It’s just her fingers barely circling the tip, but it feels better than some of the sex I’ve had in my life. I feel myself throb, my cock twitching into her hand, begging to be touched with more intent.

Bella sucks in a breath, and skates her fingers down my length.

It’s an exploratory touch. Her fingertips trace the veins, the straining flesh, down to the base and up the underside, a graze of fingers against skin that shouldn’t have me trembling, right on the edge, thinking about anything I possibly can to keep from erupting onto her belly right now and ending this excruciatingly pleasurable moment. This doesn’t even qualify as a handjob, but it’s going to be the only thing I think about the next time I’m alone with my hand around myself.

This, and how fucking gorgeous she is when she comes.

That makes my cock lurch again, more pre-cum spilling down my shaft, and Bella catches it with her fingers, spreading it down my length as she finally, finally, wraps her hand around it. I let out a shuddering groan, and she looks up at me, her eyes half-lidded as she gives me one long, slow, exploratory stroke.

“Is that good?” she whispers, and I let out a shaky laugh that turns into a moan as she strokes upwards, her palm passing over the tip of my cock.

“Bella, you’re going to get maybe two or three more of those before I come all over wherever you’re willing to let me,” I manage. “That’s how fucking good it is.”

She bites her lip, clearly fighting a smile and losing as she strokes me again, slowly. “Okay,” she whispers. “That’s one.”

My knees nearly buckle. I don’t know how she’s making a simple handjob one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever experienced in my life, but I can’t imagine it getting better than this. And I know it can. It will, if we keep doing this.

She strokes me again, slowly. Deliberately, the sensation makes my eyes roll back, another jolt of pleasure crawling up my spine. “Two.”

Her hand slides over my cock again, up to the head and back down, her grip just tight enough, my cock so slippery with my own arousal that the friction is just this side of perfect. “Three,” she whispers, and somehow I manage to keep myself from coming, because I don’t want her to fucking stop.

Bella breathes in, her hand resting at the base of my cock, and then slowly, tantalizingly, she drags it back up, her fingertips pressing just beneath the tip. “One day,” she whispers, her hand squeezing me as she holds me there, “I’m going to be brave enough to do this with my mouth.”

That’s it. Her hand drags back down, and my mouth falls open, a ragged warning escaping me in the instant before raw heat bursts up my spine, my cock exploding. I’ve never felt anything like that first jolt of pleasure as a spurt of cum shoots onto her stomach, Bella’s hand stroking me faster now as cum jets from my cock, coating her belly as my hands curl into fists against the wall, and I fuck her hand, hips thrusting hard as I come all over her. I moan something that sounds like her name, the pleasure crashing over me again and again, coming harder than I think I ever have in my life as she strokes me through the climax, cum dripping over her hand as the spurts finally ebb.

“I—” My cock is so oversensitive that her touch is just this side of pain, but at the same time, I want her to keep stroking me forever. “That’s good. I?—”

Bella drops her hand, and I blindly grope for a towel on the rack next to the wall, reaching to clean my cum off of her stomach. She starts to take it from me, but I shake my head.

“I wanted to do this for you last night,” I tell her, managing to regain some of my composure. I tuck my softening cock back into my shorts with my other hand, reaching for hers to wipe it clean, too. “I couldn’t touch you then. But now?—”

Bella looks up at me, her lip caught between her teeth. For a moment, I think she’s going to say something, but she just nods, allowing me to help clean her up.

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