Page 65 of Tempting Him

"You're killing me," he breathes, a hand coming to squeeze my hip.

I back away, grinning at him. His other hand comes to my face, holding me right in front of him, his thumb grazing my chin. My breath hitches as he studies me. I don't know why I never saw it before, but I do now. The pain in his eyes is evident. It's not that he doesn't want to kiss me, because I can see that he does. But he's allowing the pain and abuse from his past to lasso his desires and yank them back. I watch the war happening as I get lost in his eyes, and I no longer feel frustrated for myself. I'm angry alongside him.

I smile again, letting him know it's okay. "Let me make you feel good."

Traveling down the length of his body, I make sure to pay attention to every square inch, kissing, touching, and licking. I kiss over a couple thick scars, wondering if those came from the kids who jumped him, or from his own father.

Once I finish removing his pants and underwear, I push his legs further apart, giving me room between them as I take his cock into my mouth. He holds onto my head and fucks my mouth, touching the back of my throat with the head of his dick.

"You're so good," he pants. "Being in your mouth...fuck."

I pull off, dropping lower, licking his balls. When he moans with pleasure, I let the tip of my tongue dance further down, barely grazing over his perineum.

"Shit," he gasps, sitting up.

I place my hands on his inner thighs. "It's okay." He sucks in a breath and nods. "Okay," I repeat, grabbing a hold of his legs and tugging him down, bringing his ass to hang over the edge of the couch.

I start by stroking him before my tongue travels down his perineum again, this time continuing to his ass.

"Oh," he moans, his voice nearly giving out. "J-Jay."

I groan, loving how my name sounds coming from his mouth, especially when he's not growling it with frustration.

It takes a couple minutes before he loosens up, letting me push his leg up a little, allowing me more access. My tongue slides over his hole making him gasp. I don't try to penetrate, but I do enough to give him pleasure. When he reaches for his cock, I feel a little victorious.

"That...that's, oh God," he says, stumbling through his sentence.

I get lost in the moment, relishing in the sounds he makes. Savoring the shaky breaths and whispered curse words. I never want to stop. I want to devour him.

"Get up here," he says through harsh pants. "I can't take it anymore."

I stop, worried I've pushed him too far. "Are you okay?"

His eyes are wild—passion and need burning brightly in their depths. "No. Far from it. I need to be inside you."

"Let's go to your room," I say, reaching for his hand. "I need to prepare for that cock of yours."

He lets me pull him up, and we walk to his room hand in hand. While he pulls the lube from his drawer, I remove everything except my boxer-briefs, the material tented with my erection.

I watch him as he moves, his thick cock stealing my attention. "Fuck, I kind of want you in my mouth again."

He turns to look at me, his eyes perusing my body. "I'm afraid I'll come if you do what you were doing again."

I bite down on my bottom lip, grinning. "I'm glad you liked it."

Alek struts toward me, pushing my underwear down. "Mmhmm." His fingers brush against my pre-cum and he looks down. "Shit, you're leaking."

"That's what you do to me."

His eyes meet mine while he smears the wetness over my crown. "Just from..." He stops himself. "Fuck."

"Lube?"

He wraps his fingers around my shaft, giving me a long, slow stroke. "Huh?"

I chuckle. "The lube."

"Oh. Yeah."

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