Page 13 of Tempting Him

He shakes his head, his lips fighting off a grin. “One night only.”

I sigh. “If you insist.” I open up my robe and lean back into the couch cushions, draping an arm across the back as I watch him. “You gonna…” I trail off, my eyes flickering down to my cock and back to him. “Or should I do it myself?” I say, sliding my hand into my boxer-briefs.

He mimics my pose, calling my bluff. Little does he know, I live for these kinds of games. Sure, having someone give in to you is nice, but someone who forces you to work for it makes it a little more exciting.

I tug my underwear down to my knees and start stroking myself, my eyes never leaving him. As my dick grows harder and longer in my hand, his breathing changes and I can spot the erection pushing against his own boxer-briefs.

“It would be a shame to come like this,” I say, taking a moment to spit in my hand and slowly tug on my cock again. With a moan, I say, “Especially since I’m sure your hand would feel so much better.”

“I wouldn’t come like that if I were you,” he warns.

My movements slow, but don’t stop. “Why?”

“Because I wouldn’t like it.”

“What would you like?” I ask between moans. “Ah, God.”

“I’d like to fuck your mouth again.”

“Then come touch me.” I study him again, his hand palming his cock. “Looks like you need some relief.”

“Come give it to me.”

“When you touch me, I will.” He doesn’t move, but I’ll be damned if he doesn’t wrap his hand or mouth around my cock, considering this will likely be the last time we’ll do anything.

“I don’t like being told what to do,” he says, adjusting his cock.

“What if I ask?” I moan, my body writhing as I stroke. “Will you come touch me, Alek? Hmm?”

“You’re teasing.”

“Then come make me beg.” I put one hand on my balls while the other curves around my crown. “Oh God. Mm.”

Alek rushes over, and as much as I want to grin victoriously, I’m too desperate for his touch to be smug.

“Stop,” he says, knocking my hands away as he sits next to me.

He doesn’t touch me right away, leaving my cock throbbing as he stares at me with those bright and intense eyes.

“Alek,” I say, trying to keep the desperation from my voice.

“Need something?” he questions, an eyebrow arched.

“I hate you.”

“Hmm,” he hums, a hand skating up my right thigh.

His hand dances across my lower abdomen, his knuckles brushing my cock. I turn my head to look at him, wanting his lips on me. He eases back, letting me know a kiss is not in the cards. As his hand travels up my stomach, he leans in close, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.

“Spit in my hand,” he demands, and my stomach clenches with desire.

Not one to back down from almost anything, and definitely someone who’s willing to do nearly everything at least once, I lean forward slightly and with a quick glance into his eyes, I spit into his waiting palm.

His lips draw up a little on one side, loving that he’s able to get me to obey. Before I can open my mouth to say anything, his hand wraps around my cock.

“Oh, God,” I say on an exhale.

Aleksander strokes me with slow and steady movements, making my stomach quiver with each breath I pull in. He focuses on my crown for several seconds, teasing the most sensitive part of my cock by swirling his thumb and forefinger around the tip.

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