Page 19 of Lust

Shoving his jeans down his legs as he kicks his trainers off, I free one leg before kicking his legs wide and covering his back with my front.

“Look how fucking hard you are, Blake,” I whisper in his ear as I take him in my hand again and swipe my thumb over his crown, which is dripping precum, then press my thumb on my tongue, tasting him. Keeping my hand wrapped around his cock, I drop to my knees and bury my head between his legs, licking a path along his taint up to his puckered hole. Letting his dick go, I grab his arse cheeks, spreading them, my skin blanched white from the tight grip, then I swirl my tongue around his rim as he moans and pushes back into my mouth.

Pulling back and rising to my feet, I reach behind me to the desk drawer, finding the lube I know is in there. Blake watches over his shoulder as I lower my joggers, my cock springing free and slapping against my stomach, before squirting lube over my dick and tossing the tube aside. Sliding my hand up and down my shaft a couple of times before looking back to Blake.

Still wet with my saliva, I ease a lube-coated finger into Blake’s hole to the first knuckle, eliciting a groan from him. As he adjusts, I push deeper, then add a second finger, the tight muscles contracting around the intrusion. I hook my fingers, caressing the small smooth gland in a come-hither motion before giving it a couple of rapid taps, a move guaranteed to have him riding the edge of orgasm in minutes.

“Roman,” Blake growls, and I smirk.

I smirk. “Hands on the fucking wall, Blake,” I order and watch as his eyes glaze over with need before he does what I asked. Removing my fingers, I grab his hips, yanking them back, arching Blake’s back. “Keep those hands on the fucking wall,” I demand, rubbing the head of my cock against his ring.

“Ro!” Blake growls again, pushing his arse back, demanding and desperate for me to fuck him.

I push forward, slowly easing in as Blake relaxes and opens for me. My crown slides past the first tight ring of muscle, drawing a deep groan from Blake.

“More! Harder!” Blake begs, slamming a hand against the wall.

“Patience.” I chuckle, sliding in further, my head tipping back and eyes closing as his passage tightens around my cock. “Fuck!”

“Jesus, Ro, just fuck me.”

Unable to hold back any longer, I slam into him. I pause, allowing Blake to adjust as he hisses at the intrusion. Gripping his hips, I ease out, then pound into him, panting with each thrust of my hips as Blake moans and I set a punishing pace.

“You wishing you could sink your throbbing cock into Sydney’s tight little cunt, Blake?”

“Y-yes. Fuck yes!”

The image is easy to envisage and has me pumping harder and faster as my balls tighten. I feel Blake’s arse contracting,squeezing, as his own orgasm rises. Reaching around, I fist Blake’s cock as I continue to fuck his arse.

“Oh fuck! Ro, I’m…going to come.”

“Yes, you fucking are. I’m right there with you,” I cry, slamming into him.

Blake lets out a roar as he comes, shooting strips of milky cum up the wall and on the carpet, and milking my cock, drawing my own orgasm from me.

I squeeze his hips, dropping my head onto his back as my breaths even out.

“Holy fuck!” Blake murmurs.

I hum my agreement, slipping free from him and stepping back. He winces and turns to me, wearing a satisfied smile.

“You still unsure about bringing Syd in? ’Cause I think the sooner the better. I’ve tasted her, tasted her desire, and, let me tell you, the thought of corrupting her gets me fucking hard.”

I step toward him and cup his scruff covered face. “I agree.” I press a kiss to his lips. “Let’s clean up, then we’ll talk.”

“What you really mean is”—he looks down at my semi-hard dick, his lips kicking up in a smirk—“you’re going to fuck my mouth in the shower first.”

I laugh, slapping his arse as he turns away, then follow him to the bathroom. He’s not wrong and he’ll be choking on my dick before the water is even warm.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

SYDNEY

With a pounding heart, a heaving chest and sweat coating my back, I check over my shoulder again to be sure Blake hasn’t followed me then slow to a walk as I turn down the road to Pa’s house. I’m a hot mess and can’t let Pa see me like this.

Pausing, I rest against the fence of a house that burnt down a few months back and take a few deep breaths. A litany of bible verses delivered by my reverend father play like a reel in my head as it scrambles to make sense of what just happened. How I allowed myself to be tempted so easily and give into my lustful thoughts.

I don’t need to think about why I liked it so much. It is the very nature of temptation to be enjoyable, to draw you in, to be almost addictive. So much so, you would abandon everything you’ve been taught and believe to be true. My biggest concern right now is ensuring Pa doesn’t find out—the man is creepily accurate at reading me—and avoiding a situation that could lead to a repeat.

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