Page 26 of Tempt Me

My gaze feasts on her gorgeous tits. The sight of her flawless pale skin and light pink nipples drains every drop of blood from my brain to my cock. She smiles at my stunned admiration and settles on the mattress.

“Tack,” Hunter murmurs and relaxes back. “Come closer.”

Hunter’s body is a goddamn work of art spread out on her bed. I lean down and give her pink pussy a lingering kiss. Hunter gasps, sounding so startled. She props herself up on her elbows and stares at me.

“Should I stop?” I ask as my thumb brushes casually over her clit.

“No, I just want to watch.”

Smiling, I offer her pussy another deep kiss. Hunter’s breathing shifts, first inhaling sharply before exhaling in a pained way. As my mouth sucks at her wet flesh, I hold her gaze.

Hunter’s eyes close as her pleasure builds. I watch her plump lips part and her tongue dart across her teeth. Her tits rise and fall faster with her heated breathing. I watch her face flush bright pink as the orgasm hits her.

As her body shudders, Hunter whimpers with pleasure. I can’t take my eyes off her as my lips gently demand submission from her clit.

My name sounds like music in her hushed and thankful voice. I suck at her pussy before kissing her thighs and belly.

Crawling over her, I suck at her lips. Hunter wants me closer. I feel her hands at my shoulders, pulling me toward her.

Wanting to play more, I tug free of her grip and wrap my hands around her soft, full tits. I suck her pink nipple into my mouth and flick the hard flesh with my tongue.

Hunter moans her approval and sinks her fingers in my hair. One of her hands quickly shifts between my legs and strokes my cock nudging her thigh.

“Tack,” she murmurs, and my name on her lips acts as an aphrodisiac.

In an ideal world, I could spend all night enjoying her tits. I’ve been fantasizing about them for years, and they’re mine to savor now.

Hunter’s soft fingers have worked at my dick too much for me to wait any longer. I need relief inside her body before I end up jizzing on the bedspread.

As my lips cover hers, I guide my cock between the folds of her pussy. She’s steamy wet when the head of my dick disappears inside her body. Her moans of approval echo in the room as I fill her inch by inch until we exhale together.

After admiring her pleasured expression, I move inside her, enjoying her hot, tight flesh wrapped around my cock. Hunter lovingly scratches my back before stroking my nipples. My balls tighten, searching for relief.

“We have all night,” Hunter says as if reading my mind. “You’re at your best when you go with your instincts and don’t hide in your head.”

When looking at myself through Hunter’s eyes, I see the guy I’ve always wanted to be.

Thrusting faster, I love how Hunter’s eyelids flutter from the power of my body pleasuring hers. A heavenly moan leaves her lips. No man has ever made Hunter feel this way. I’m the guy she wants. No matter what happens tomorrow, she’s mine tonight.

HUNTER

Sex is exactly like I expect. The act of sharing my body forces me to expose myself and tear away all my armor. My vulnerability would be unbearable with anyone other than Tack. This man knows me. I believe he loves me. Right now, while our bodies soak in the lingering waves of pleasure, I don’t care if we can last. He’s without a doubt the only man I’ll ever desire.

As I catch my breath, Tack stares at me in awe. “I love it when you played your guitar and sang in that one musical. The rest of those plays were, uh, intelligent, but I liked the singing one the best.”

Laughing at his compliment’s wording, I slide off my bed and walk to the sitting room to grab one of my guitars. I return to find him resting on his side. His expression is relaxed, yet his gaze holds unfounded worry.

Settling against the bedpost across from him, I tease, “I knew you were a stalker to be reckoned with when you endured that musical’s three showings. The story was dull as fuck.”

“You were glorious, though.”

His praise makes me smile. Tack is a simple man interested in easily digestible entertainment. He must have been bored out of his mind during those plays, yet he didn’t doze off or play on his phone.

The other women in those plays were so jealous. Their boyfriends and husbands wouldn’t even attend their performances, while my “sexy friend” never missed a single one. Every time he stood and clapped during a curtain call, I struggled with my decision to keep him at arm’s length.

Now, we’re making a real go of what we feel. That’s why I don’t feel the need to cover up or play coy. No more holding back, I’m giving Tack everything I’ve got.

Strumming my guitar, I consider his favorite band and a song I know he likes. Tack’s expression warms when I play “About a Girl.”

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