Page 25 of Tempting Him

He rounds the small bar and starts undoing my tie. “I wonder if I can get you on your knees for me.”

“Probably not.”

His tongue dances across his bottom lip as he smiles. He starts unbuttoning my shirt. “I wonder if I can get you to bend over for me.” His eyes flicker up, amusement flashing in them.

“Definitely not.”

He slides his hands into my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. “But I’d make you feel so good.”

“Your ass feels good enough.”

“Good enough? Now you’re just trying to offend me.”

My lips twitch. “That’s not what I meant.”

“No? Want to make it up to me by sucking my dick?”

“Funny.”

“It wasn’t a joke,” he says, unbuttoning his pants. “I didn’t get to feel your mouth at all last time. No kiss. No blowjob. That doesn’t seem fair considering the abuse you inflicted on my throat.”

“You seemed to enjoy it.”

“Oh, I did,” he says with a grin, kicking off his shoes before pushing his jeans down.

“I don’t kiss,” I tell him. “You should know that now.”

He looks slightly disappointed and a little curious, but shrugs. “Okay. Sucking dick isn’t kissing.”

After removing his shirt, he stands before me in only a pair of white boxer-briefs that do nothing to hide the monster that’s trying to escape its cage.

“I think your original plan was to get drunk and fuck.”

He swipes a bottle off the bar and takes a swig, staring at me the entire time. “Your turn.”

I swallow a mouthful before replacing the bottle. “Let me show you a little bit about controlled fun,” I say, walking away.

10

In my bedroom,I finish undressing until I’m only in my underwear. Jay strips out of his, lying across the bed naked.

I pull the lube and condoms out and toss them onto the bed. With a few pumps of the liquid into my hand, I inch toward Jay and wrap my hand around his erection.

“Oh fuck.”

“Mm,” I moan, enjoying the feel of him in my hand.

I start off slow, teasing him with small amounts of pleasure before I lean down and swipe one of his nipples with my tongue before gently biting on the hardened tip.

“Oh shit,” he says with a gasp, his hand caressing my back. “Yeah, that’s good.”

I stroke a bit faster, my mouth moving to his other nipple to inflict the same painful pleasure.

“Fuck yes,” he hisses, his back arching.

When I move away, I bring my other hand to his erection and stroke and twist his cock, making him gasp and cuss, desperate and needy.

“Alek. Oh fuck. Alek. Shit, that’s so good. Oh, oh, yes.”

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