Page 11 of Tempting Him

His patience snaps and he rushes over. I allow him to manhandle me into a position on my knees as I grin.

“Don’t get cocky,” he says. “We’re still doing this my way.”

“Okay,” I say with amusement.

He shuts me up when he spreads my thighs and fucks me with furious passion. I grip the arm of the couch as he pummels me with thrusts meant to rip me apart. My cock is shoved up against a pillow, getting friction with each movement.

“Fuck,” I gasp, shifting enough to be able to stroke my dick. “I’m so close.”

Aleksander grunts. “You know what to say when you come.”

I release a loud moan followed by a guttural roar as an overwhelming amount of pleasure travels throughout my body, hitting every nerve ending and igniting an intense euphoria that swallows me whole.

“Aleksander.”

His name leaves my lips with a whimpering moan I might be ashamed of later, but right now, with my muscles weak and skin sweat-slicked, and as my body shakes with my release, he definitely earned the right to hear me completely wrecked.

A gratified groan leaves his throat before the slam of his hips into my ass has me gasping. A minute later, his breath stutters and the moans and gasps coming from him let me know he’s nearly as wrecked as me.

His forehead falls to my back as he sucks in deep breaths, his hands moving softly over my hips and down my thighs.

When he pulls away, I carefully turn over and watch him as he spins around and removes the condom before walking inside to dispose of it. I close my eyes for a few seconds, trying to compose myself before getting up. They snap open when something soft and heavy falls on me.

Aleksander returned wearing a robe and tossed me a spare.

“Sleepover?” I question with a grin and hopeful gleam in my eyes.

“I have until sunrise.”

“Then what? You turn into a pumpkin or something?”

He’s not amused by my jokes. “Until you leave and I never see you again.”

“I see.” I stand up, grimacing as I do. It’s his turn to smirk at me. “Let’s shower, eat, then I get to fuck you.”

Aleksander turns around, shaking his head as he walks back inside. “Funny that you still think you can call the shots.”

“Fine. You say it now and we’ll do it and pretend it was your idea.”

“Maybe I need to shove my cock down your throat again to shut you up.”

I rush up and push him against the wall before we get to the bathroom. “Maybe I’ll let you, but not until you taste mine.”

His surprise fades into something else as we stare each other down. I can’t fully decipher the expression, but I’d like to think it’s interest.

4

Even after railingme over the railing of his balcony, pun intended, the man is still fairly quiet. Clearly the opposite of me, because I can’t keep quiet to save my life. I pull every response out of him like a dentist pulling teeth.

“So, are you gay or bi?” I ask after we’ve both showered and sit in the living room with a couple of sandwiches from room service.

His eyes slide to mine like he doesn’t want to answer. He’s gotta be one or the other considering how deep in my ass he was half an hour ago. Not sure why he’s acting like it’s a hard question to answer.

I huff. “So, I’m bi. I don’t mind switching, but I’ve topped more than I’ve bottomed. Have you ever bottomed?”

Aleksander wipes his mouth with a napkin, his eyes roaming my face, and then he takes another bite.

“I’m going to assume you’re an exclusive top. You got that top energy. Which is a little disappointing, because I’d love to fuck you as hard as you fucked me out there.” I grin at him, but get nothing in response.

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