Page 26 of Tempting Him

His shaft hardens in my palm, his hands gripping the covers as his muscles flex, so I stop.

“No,” he whines, his eyes finding mine. “Fuck, why’d you stop?”

“I didn’t stop for good. Now come touch me.”

I lay down and he doesn’t hesitate to get up and straddle my hips.

“Looks like I got you under me after all.”

I’m about to retort when he rocks into me, his erection sliding against mine, pulling a low moan from my throat.

He keeps moving. “God.” His head drops back and his eyes close. “Fucking you would be amazing. I know it.”

Jay lowers himself across me, his mouth touching my neck. “I know you said no kissing, but can I kiss other parts of you?”

I swallow, nodding. “Yeah.”

His soft lips brush against my throat before he peppers kisses across both sides of my neck, all while grinding himself against me.

“Sit up,” I tell him.

He listens, sitting up straight, his muscled thighs trapping me between him. His cock stands at attention and I reach out and grab it.

Jay pushes his hips forward, thrusting into my fist, his chiseled body flexing with each movement. I lick my lips as my eyes are trained on his glistening crown.

“Alek,” he breathes. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

“You like my hands on you?” I ask.

“Yes. I fucking love it.”

He keeps thrusting, fucking my hand and seeking a release. I reach for the lube, and with both hands, I stroke his length.

“Yes, I love that,” he exclaims.

When I notice him getting closer to an orgasm, I stop.

He growls. “Alek, I swear.”

I chuckle, flipping us over until I’m kneeling between his spread thighs. With another pump of lube, I begin rubbing my fingers around his tight hole. “I’m controlling the pleasure.”

“Yeah, well I fucking hate it.”

“You won’t once you have the best orgasm of your life.”

I push a finger in and cut off whatever he was about to say. “Oh God.”

“I prefer Alek.”

“I prefer…” he gasps when I push a second finger in. “I don’t know what I prefer. Just keep going.”

With one hand on his cock and two fingers in his ass, I quickly bring him close to bliss again. I curl my fingers, seeking his prostate.

“Oh shit. Alek. Oh my God. If you don’t want me to come, you need to stop.”

“You better not come,” I tell him, squeezing the tip of his cock with my hand while my fingers continue to thrust into his ass.

“It’s so good. Please,” he begs, his head back, veins protruding from his neck as he pants.

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