Page 14 of Tempting Him

“Fuck, that feels good. Let me touch you,” I say, reaching for the waistband of his boxer-briefs.

“Later,” he says simply, keeping me from touching him by holding onto my wrist. He lets go of my cock and brings his hand back up. “Again.”

I spit in it immediately, and he goes back to stroking my length, but I want more.

“Fuck me again,” I tell him.

He gives me a look like he isn’t sure. Yeah, I’m feeling sore from the assault on my ass earlier, but I don’t care.

“Got another condom?” I ask.

“Follow me,” he responds.

We move through the living room and back into the master suite. I lay down on the oversized bed with a view of the balcony we were on earlier. After disrobing and removing his underwear, he grabs a condom and a small bottle of lube from the nightstand, and covers his cock with the latex.

Between my legs, he pushes them up, exposing me to him. He takes a few moments to press two lubed fingers inside me before slathering his erection with the liquid.

When he pushes in slowly, I grunt and moan as I feel the ache and slight pain of his reentrance. He never lays over me, choosing to stay on his knees, his hands holding my legs up by the underside of my thighs.

He rocks in and out, his pace unchanging and composed. I can tell he’s holding back, but why he’s doing that is unknown. Is he afraid of hurting me? Or is he simply teasing me? Keeping me just out of reach of a climax.

“Alek.” I breathe his name and his eyes snap to mine. “Give it to me. All of it.”

“You may not be able to sit for the next few days,” he says with a smirk as he begins pushing in deeper.

“Ah,” I moan. “A temporary souvenir. I’ll take it.”

He wraps his arms around my legs and yanks me into him, eliciting a gasp from my throat before he begins to absolutely ravish me. He fucks hard and deep at the perfect pace, and begins to push my legs farther back, bringing us into a position that easily allows him to hit my prostate.

“Oh fuck,” I curse. “Shit, oh...my fuck. Yeah. Oh.”

I’m a mess of words and sounds that don’t make any sense together, but it spurs him on. I reach for my cock and stroke it with fervor.

Alek grunts and moans, cussing as he goes deeper and deeper. “You feel so good,” he murmurs.

“That’s it,” I tell him. “Right there. Oh fuck.”

I explode, my release erupting suddenly as I yell into the room. My entire body feels ablaze as heat spreads through me, and every ounce of energy I have is expelled as I finish coming.

Aleksander finds his peak shortly after me, pummeling into me harder until his body tenses and his back bows.

“Fuck yes,” he growls, his body convulsing with aftershocks of pleasure before he pulls out.

“Oh my God,” I say as I attempt to catch my breath. “That. That was... Yes. Just what I needed.”

My eyes close until a couple minutes later when Alek is back with a warm washcloth. “Figured you’d need this as I don’t see you getting up anytime soon.”

I grin up at him, feeling almost drunk with exhaustion. “Thanks.”

I don’t remember much after that. I cleaned myself up and probably passed out shortly after. It had been a long day, but one of the best I had in a while. I sleep peacefully for eight hours, and wake up to an empty bed with a note.

5

Last night was fun. Thanks for that.

-Aleksander

I dropthe paper and roll back over. No need to wonder if he’s still here, the note makes it clear he left to allow me time to get my shit together and get out.

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