Page 77 of The Temptation
Pierce must have had the same thought, because he picked up the pace of his bobbing on my dick. My orgasm prickled and ate at my self-control, threatening to break free. A needy sound cracked from my throat, and I tried to pull him off.
“I’m close. Too close,” I warned, but Pierce grunted and doubled his efforts, sucking harder and moving faster. “I-I can’t?—”
But it was too late. The orgasm scorched through me in a flash, burning me so that my toes curled in the sheets and theworld turned white. I shouted Pierce’s name, lost to the blinding ecstasy as I poured myself into his mouth.
As my orgasm subsided, Pierce licked my cock clean and allowed it to slide from his swollen lips. A shiver ran through me, my entire body sated and so very sensitive. That devil stood above me, that wicked tongue sweeping across his lips as if checking to make sure he didn’t miss a drop.
“That was the overture,” Pierce announced, his voice rough and husky. Even though I had come, that voice sent a chill through me and stoked my libido back to life.
He turned away to dig into the top drawer of his nightstand. He tossed a bottle of lube and a condom to the bed before taking a moment to shuck the last of his clothes. When he crawled into bed with me, he was naked. Only one lamp burned in the room, and now the warm light and thin shadows caressed his muscular body. Even after all these years, he remained lean and hard, as if he had never stopped his training from college.
My eyes followed the dark dusting of hair across his pecs to the thin trail that led to his hard cock. Everything about him was perfect, and he was now all mine. No one else would ever touch him. But then, no one would ever treasure him like I did.
Pierce stretched out alongside me, and I turned toward him. We kissed leisurely, and I could taste myself on his tongue. Our hands bumped in our rush to touch each other. His strong fingers dug into my muscles, pulling me tight against him. His cock was rock hard and hot, pushing into my abdomen. I tried to caress him, but he caught my hand and held it above my head.
“Hey! That’s not fair,” I grumbled.
I could feel him smiling as he replied, “I’m too close, and I don’t have the recovery time you do. A drawback of being an old man. Can you still love me?”
“I will never stop loving you.”
“Good, because I plan to be deep inside you when I come.”
Yep, couldn’t argue with that.
Pierce pulled my T-shirt off and tossed it aside. We kissed lazily, touching and rubbing each other, simply enjoying the feel of our skin pressed together. For once, there was no frantic race to the end, no fear that Pierce would come to his senses and stop what we were doing. This was where we both wanted to be, and no one was going to get in our way.
When my cock woke up for round two, Pierce picked up the lube and began playing with my hole, stretching it while I lay with my leg on his hip and my lips on his throat. I whimpered and sighed in his ear, begging for more with each thrust.
“Grab the condom,” Pierce ordered, his voice tight as if he were struggling to hold it together.
I twisted away from him, my hands desperately patting the mattress until I finally located the little square.
“Put it on me.”
Oh fuck, brain cells were dying in the name of horniness. Was it wrong that I loved each time Pierce got bossy? No. No, it was not.
With trembling fingers, I ripped the package and plucked out the condom. I placed it on the engorged head and rolled it down his thick length. As soon as the condom was on, Pierce squeezed some lube onto his dick and looked at me. “Spread it.”
A deep, guttural groan rose from Pierce’s parted lips and twisted up all my insides as I wrapped my fists around his cock and stroked him, spreading the lube evenly along his shaft. After a couple of passes, Pierce’s hand gripped my wrist, stopping me. He flashed me a tense grin. “Now ride it.”
My tongue tied itself in a knot. We’d never done that.I’dnever done that. Nerves and excitement flooded me in equal amounts. My legs wobbled as Pierce shifted to lie flat on his back and I moved to straddle him. I rested on my knees while Pierce reached under me with one hand to grip his dick. His otherhand dug into one cheek, spreading them and shifting me into position. Even though I was supposed to be the one in control, he was helping me, easing my way.
The slick head brushed my hole, teasing me before I lowered myself enough to take his cock in me. I cried out against the delicious mix of pleasure and stretch. This was different and so amazing as I bobbed slowly, taking him inch by inch.
Pierce released his cock and held my hips lightly with both hands. Lines of strain dug into his face, and a feverish light seemed to fill his dark eyes.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he growled.
He made me feel sexy. Oh, I was a cute blond twink with a gorgeous face and a sweet ass, but something had never quite felt sexy about me. Not when I faced a gorgeous hunk of man like Pierce.
Except riding Pierce like this made me feel so fucking sexy. With my hands pressed to Pierce’s chest, I was the one in control, rising and falling on his cock as fast or as deep as I wanted. He moaned and panted beneath me, muscles rippling with the need to thrust.
My fingers found his nipples and plucked at them, wringing the most perfect gasp out of him.
“Simon,” he growled in warning. “Take it all, or I’m going to make you.”
“Take it all?” I teased, rising so that he almost completely slipped from my body. “Like this?” I dropped hard and fast, his cock filling me so full the air was pushed from my lungs. We both cried out and for a moment, I forgot how to work the rest of my body.
