Page 78 of The Temptation
After that, there was no more teasing. I didn’t have the brainpower for it. Using his chest as support, I bounced on his cock so hard and fast, I could’ve sworn I was seeing fuckingstars. Nothing had ever felt so good. And the entire time, I could stare down at his handsome face as he watched me.
But as the orgasm built, so did my frustration. I was close, but I couldn’t tip over that last edge.
“Pierce!” I cried out, not sure how to put into words what I needed.
He didn’t need more. He reached between us and grabbed my cock, stroking it fast and hard. “There you go, baby. Don’t stop. Fuck my cock. I want to see you come on me.”
“You first,” I panted. Not that I was sure I could hold out. I was hanging on to my orgasm by my teeth. This felt so amazing. I didn’t want it to end.
“Nope.”
“Okay, if I go first, you have to fuck me raw next time,” I bit out. “Come inside my ass.”
“Fuck!” Pierce snarled, and I shouted a heartbeat later as we both seemed to come at the same time. The image of him filling my ass without a condom was stuck in my head. I wanted that. Nothing between us.
But it dissolved in a blur as scorching hot ecstasy devoured my brain, leaving me screaming and spurting streams of cum across Pierce’s stomach. As soon as the orgasm faded, I flopped on top of him, not caring what kind of mess I became.
“Fuck,” Pierce panted, and I smiled into his shoulder. There was no better compliment than reducing a brilliant Harvard lawyer to a single swear word with only your ass.
He wrapped his arms around me, and I was pretty sure I got some of my semen on my back, but I didn’t care. I didn’t ever want to move from this position.
Except I had a performance tonight.
Fuck indeed.
I had to get up, get a quick shower, and head for the door soon, but I didn’t want to move.
Pierce turned his head and nuzzled my neck. “I’ll get up and deal with the condom, then start the shower for you. Stay here and catch your breath.”
I snorted. “It’s not about catching my breath. I’ve got to remember how my legs work.”
A laugh escaped Pierce, but in the end, he continued to be more responsible than I was. He rolled me off him and disappeared into the bathroom. A minute later, I could hear the water running in the shower. Time to move.
Of course, that perfect man tried to climb into the shower with me, but I didn’t let him. If he was in there, the shower would take four times as long, and there were things we needed to talk about.
Not that I wanted to. We were in a blissfully happy place, and I didn’t want to disturb it.
“Did you get any composing done these last few days?” Pierce inquired, raising his voice above the sounds of the shower and the water running in the sink as he likely cleaned up a bit.
“I did! The concerto is just over halfway done. And I showed it to the maestro!”
“You showed your unfinished work to him?” Pierce sounded both delightfully aghast and proud.
“I did! He likes it. I played some of it for him, and he pointed out some parts that he liked. They were the same parts you helped me with.”
“Congratulations! I’m so proud of you.”
Pierce’s deep voice echoed off the walls of the bathroom and squeezed my heart. I could feel it. He was proud of me.
“But…you didn’t show him my nocturne, right?”
I cackled and had to slap my hand on the wall to keep from falling. “Of course I didn’t show him your nocturne. No one else is allowed to see that.”
“Good.” Pierce turned off the water in the sink. “I’ll go lay out your suit for the performance.”
“You spoil me!” I called after him, and he really did. He didn’t need to do these little things for me. I was more than capable of doing it all myself, but I could feel the joy it gave him. Pierce liked to do things for me, to help me in a hundred ways to make my life easier.
I finished my shower, dried off, and styled my hair. I joined Pierce in his massive walk-in closet and found my suit, undergarments, and shoes all laid out for me. He stood nearby, inspecting his suits as if still trying to decide what to wear.
