Page 51 of Tempting Him

Jay follows me. “Well, you’re being really emotional about it right now. Must have some sort of feelings that are making you act that way.”

I spin around and face him. “You’re a fucking kid.”

His nostrils flare and I know I’m poking the bear. His fury is boiling beneath the surface.

“You seem to enjoy fucking this kid.” I grimace, hating the words as soon as they leave his mouth. “You know, Alek, you’re so caught up on this age thing you seem to forget I’m bigger than you.” He prowls forward. “Do I look like a kid to you?”

I swallow, trying to keep my anger in place, refusing to allow lust in the picture. “You may weigh more, but you’re still the one bending over for me.”

That’s it. That’s the comment that makes him snap. His eyes flare, his chest heaves, and every muscle in his body tenses. He storms toward me.

“Are you trying to say because I let you fuck me that that means something? What are you insinuating here, Alek? Huh? I’m soft? I’m less masculine than you because your dick has been in my ass? There’s a problem with that way of thinking, but I’m not here to educate you. But if you think fucking me makes you less gay, let me tell you…” He chuckles, but it’s laced with anger and lacks any sort of happiness.

“You’re being ridiculous,” I say with a scoff.

“Am I? You won’t kiss, let me fuck you, or suck my cock. Is it because you’re afraid you’ll like it? Do you think that by having theserulesyou’re not fully succumbing to your gayness?”

“Fuck off.”

Another venomous laugh leaves his lips, and this time he inches closer, coming behind me and forcing me between him and my desk.

“You want me, Alek, but you’re scared. Admit it.”

“I’m not fucking scared,” I bite, trying to spin around.

He forces me back in place, pinning his body to mine. His mouth finds my ear. “Let me tell you a secret.” His hands land on my hips. “Bending over for a man doesn’t make you soft.” He pushes his hands into my loose, lounge pants, his fingers pressing into my thighs. “Sucking a dick doesn’t make you any less of a man.” One hand wraps around my cock and I moan at his touch. “By suppressing who you are, you’re suppressing your pleasure.”

He licks and then bites my neck, squeezing my dick in his hand before giving it a languid stroke. “Jay.” I struggle to say his name with any sort of control. It comes out in an airy whisper.

With lightning speed, his hands come out of my pants and go to my back, forcing me to bend over the desk. His hips piston forward, letting me feel his cock on my ass. In a panic, I push up off the wood, trying to stand up straight, but he uses his strength and pushes me back down.

“Jayden,” I growl.

He tugs my pants down, and because I didn’t put on underwear after my shower, I’m left exposed to him. His fingers dance over the curve of my ass cheeks, causing me to suck in deep breaths. I want him to stop, and I want more.

I can’t see what he’s doing, but a shift behind me has me angling to look. Before I can get a glimpse, I feel his cock against my skin. He rests his heavy erection on top of my ass, guiding down between my cheeks. He doesn’t ever try to penetrate, he’s just teasing.

A groan escapes my throat as I grip onto the edge of the table. My breaths come faster and louder.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

A gentleness I don’t deserve is granted via a soft hand rubbing up my back, all while his cock slides between my cheeks. His weight covers me when he leans over, bringing a hand to my mouth.

“Spit.”

Desire, fear, and annoyance at using my own actions against me swirl amongst each other, but I spit in his hand and he must use it to coat his cock, because I feel the wetness of the erection between my cheeks again. He moves, fucking me without actually fucking me, squeezing my cheeks together for friction against his dick. It’s a tease and my cock throbs.

Jayden grunts and pants behind me, using my body for his own pleasure. I moan and squirm, wanting more. Needing more. I’m not altogether sure I’m ready for him to fuck me, but right now, I need something. I just refuse to ask for it.

“I knew you’d like it,” he moans. “You have no idea how good I’d give it to you.”

A fucking whimper slips between my lips. I almost say,do it. Give it to me. But I clamp my mouth shut.

“You want to feel me deep inside you, don’t you?” he asks, still moving. Still tormenting me with his dick. “I know you’re curious. You want to know how good it could be.” He moans. “You want my cock filling your mouth, don’t you?”

He steps back, his fingers replacing his cock, sliding through the crevice of my ass, barely pressing against my hole. Using his other hand, he yanks me back, allowing himself room to grab my erection.

The smear of my pre-cum over my crown has my face flushing. I’m so turned on, and there’s no way to deny it.

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