Page 8 of Tempting Him

“Yep.”

He pushes my jeans down my thighs, and I quickly step out of my shoes so I can remove the pants completely.

Aleksander spins me around to face him before lifting my shirt from the hem and pulling it over my head. His eyes skate over every muscle in my chest, arms, and stomach before traveling up to my face.

“Can anyone see us?” I ask. “Like other guests from rooms nearby?”

“Would that bother you?”

“Not really.”

“Good.” He undoes his belt and pants, the material opening up and showing me a glimpse of dark fabric underneath.

I reach out to touch him, but he steps back, his eyes on me. “Did you get my permission?”

My teeth sink into my lip briefly. “Ah, right. Only what you allow,” I say, remembering his words from the bar. “But that doesn’t seem fair.”

He isn’t fast enough to keep me from touching him when I reach out again. My fingers graze the hard shaft hiding behind a pair of boxer briefs, before I gently cup his balls in my hand. The flutter of his eyelashes lets me know he enjoyed the contact regardless of whether he told me I could do it or not.

When he removes his tie, he says, “Don’t make me restrain you.”

“I might like it.”

Aleksander puts space between us while he finishes removing his clothes—everything but his underwear.

I don’t know how old he is, but I’d guess early forties at most, late thirties at least, but regardless of his age, his body is fucking perfect. Sculpted like the most beautiful piece of artwork you could find. There are a few thick scars on his torso that don’t look like they came from the hands of a skilled surgeon. A smattering of hair covers his chest and creates a small trail down his stomach, leading to the thing I’m dying to lay my eyes on. Hell, my hands and mouth, too.

My cock twitches and I run my palm across it, squeezing at the tip while I study him.

“Do I have your permission to suck your cock?” I ask in a teasing tone. “Or do I need to continue to wait?”

His eyes narrow on me before he shoves his boxer-briefs down, leaving him completely naked on the balcony, his large, beautiful dick pointing right at me. He sits on the couch, one arm outstretched along the back while his right hand grips the base of his shaft.

“You can wait.”

Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that.

With torturously slow strokes, his fist moves up and down his erection as his eyes peruse my nearly naked body. He’s using me as his own personal porn, and I can’t say I hate it.

“Take off your underwear,” he states, eyes focused on my crotch already.

“What do you say?” I goad, wondering if I can get him to say please.

“Now,” he says instead.

I push them down and start walking toward him. His gaze is frozen on my cock until my foot nearly touches his, then those hypnotizing eyes find mine.

“What do I have to do to get your dick in my mouth?” I ask, my tongue wetting my bottom lip.

He gives me a mocking smirk. “Say please.”

I drop to my knees between his parted thighs, my hands on his legs. “If you think me saying please is a hard task, you’re wrong. It’s only polite to respect your elders.” His nostrils flare slightly and I grin. “Can I suck your cock?” I whisper, hands traveling up his legs while the tip of my nose drags up his shaft. “Please.”

Aleksander growls, his hand flying to the back of my head. “Do it.”

I don’t bother wasting time teasing him with gentle licks and kisses, it doesn’t seem his style. Instead, I lower my mouth all the way down his shaft, not stopping until I feel his crown kissing the back of my throat.

I suck and slurp, gag and nearly choke, but I put a crack in that hard shell of his, because I have him cursing and gasping, giving me praise and begging for more. It’s the most he’s talked at one time since I met him.

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