Page 18 of Tempt

I spin in his arms, my hoodie being discarded in the process, and I gasp. The storm has picked up in a sudden flurry of white mess. We’re up high enough we can see that flakes aren’t just falling to the ground, but being pushed upwards by the wind as well. It’s a rolling, angry fight of the elements.

“The ice demon’s still not pleased,” Sam murmurs in my ear. “What’s wrong now?”

“Maybe he’s not angry,” I pant. “Maybe he’s worked up. Excited.”

Through his suit pants and my yoga pants, I can feel the thick length of Sam’s cock. It twitches, a heavy push against the curve of my ass. He nips at the curve of my ear.

I’m pressed against the glass, and if it weren’t snowing, someone on the street below would be able to see me. But right now, we’re all alone up here. Lovers caught in the middle of a snow globe.

“Do you want to fuck me here, Sam? Up against the window?”

His teeth scrape against the nape of my neck. “I want to stretch you out on my bed and pin you down.” He finds my arms and wraps his fingers around my wrists. “Unless you want it here.”

I want his cock in my mouth first. I want to crawl around on top of him and taste him, make gasp. “Here. If you like.”

“Oh, I like.” He tightens his grip, but his thumbs stay soft and stroke up and down on my skin as he presses against me obscenely. “I want to consume you in every possible way. I want to crawl between your thighs and kiss you there, too. I want to taste your breasts, your belly, your back. Your ass. Every inch of you.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

It doesn’t matter what we do. Not really. All of it will be right, because I can’t pretend any longer.

As messed up as it is, Samisthe one who got away. And that’s a good thing, but my body doesn’t care. I’m back in university, about to do something reckless and crazy hot. A gorgeous, glorious mistake.

I tug against his tight grip on my wrists. He doesn’t let go, and my thighs tremble all the way from my knees up to the slick, swollen space between them.

“Tell me, Hazel,” he croons in my ear. My pussy floods with a fresh wave of arousal. “Tell me what you want it.”

“Force me to my knees,” I gasp. “Make me suck you.”

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Sam

Blood pounds in my ears.In my cock. Deep in my belly, where nerves threaten to take over.

But tonight, what Hazel wants, Hazel gets. I drop my hands to her shoulders and spin her around.

“You want that?” I ask it as roughly as I just grabbed her. Hard, unyielding. As if this is a final chance to say no, but of course it’s not. I’ll be gentle with her, in spirit if not in body.

Her eyes are wide. But the corners of her mouth curl up in a slow, knowing smile as I slide one hand up the side of her neck, my thumb grazing her throat before I thrust my fingers into her hair and make a fist. “Yes,” she breathes. “Do it.”

I tug my hand down, leading her, and she bends, her legs folding as she drops to her knees.

“That’s a good girl,” I tell her, tugging on her hair so she has to look up at me. With my free hand, I cup the bulge jutting rudely at the front of my dress pants. “You want this? You want to hear what it does to me for you to slide that pink, slick mouth along my cock?”

“Yes, please.”

“So polite.” I rock on my heels, brushing my fabric-covered cock against her face. “Take it out, Hazel. Play with me. Make me…what was it you wanted to hear? A groan?”

She nods eagerly as her fingers fumble with the zipper. I let go of her hair long enough to help her. I undo my belt, she does the rest, and as her fingers tug at the elastic of my briefs, my cock rises angrily between us. A thick, ruddy erection, already wet on the tip at the promise of her mouth.

Her lips part, her tongue peeks out, and then she swallows me. Head first, then a bit more. She bobs her head, taking a bit more with each sloppy suck, and when she pulls back, it’s with enough suction I want to thrust my hips hard and bury myself deep in her throat.

I do more than groan, too. I hiss and growl, moan her name, and none of it is for effect. I’ve got a hand in her hair again, but not as tight this time. I’ll be rough with her again soon enough. I’m going to haul her over my lap and give herallthe fucking praise when she’s done sucking my soul out of my body.

“Hazel.” Her name is a broken plea on my lips. “I’m close.”

She doubles down, swirling her tongue against the underneath of my cock. Milking me. That’s the only way to describe it. I feel the orgasm start deep inside me, then my balls contract, pumping lewd spurts against the back of her mouth as she takes big, gulping swallows.

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