Tempting Him by Isabel Lucero

10

In my bedroom,I finish undressing until I’m only in my underwear. Jay strips out of his, lying across the bed naked.

I pull the lube and condoms out and toss them onto the bed. With a few pumps of the liquid into my hand, I inch toward Jay and wrap my hand around his erection.

“Oh fuck.”

“Mm,” I moan, enjoying the feel of him in my hand.

I start off slow, teasing him with small amounts of pleasure before I lean down and swipe one of his nipples with my tongue before gently biting on the hardened tip.

“Oh shit,” he says with a gasp, his hand caressing my back. “Yeah, that’s good.”

I stroke a bit faster, my mouth moving to his other nipple to inflict the same painful pleasure.

“Fuck yes,” he hisses, his back arching.

When I move away, I bring my other hand to his erection and stroke and twist his cock, making him gasp and cuss, desperate and needy.

“Alek. Oh fuck. Alek. Shit, that’s so good. Oh, oh, yes.”

His shaft hardens in my palm, his hands gripping the covers as his muscles flex, so I stop.

“No,” he whines, his eyes finding mine. “Fuck, why’d you stop?”

“I didn’t stop for good. Now come touch me.”

I lay down and he doesn’t hesitate to get up and straddle my hips.

“Looks like I got you under me after all.”

I’m about to retort when he rocks into me, his erection sliding against mine, pulling a low moan from my throat.

He keeps moving. “God.” His head drops back and his eyes close. “Fucking you would be amazing. I know it.”

Jay lowers himself across me, his mouth touching my neck. “I know you said no kissing, but can I kiss other parts of you?”

I swallow, nodding. “Yeah.”

His soft lips brush against my throat before he peppers kisses across both sides of my neck, all while grinding himself against me.

“Sit up,” I tell him.

He listens, sitting up straight, his muscled thighs trapping me between him. His cock stands at attention and I reach out and grab it.

Jay pushes his hips forward, thrusting into my fist, his chiseled body flexing with each movement. I lick my lips as my eyes are trained on his glistening crown.

“Alek,” he breathes. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

“You like my hands on you?” I ask.

“Yes. I fucking love it.”

He keeps thrusting, fucking my hand and seeking a release. I reach for the lube, and with both hands, I stroke his length.

“Yes, I love that,” he exclaims.

When I notice him getting closer to an orgasm, I stop.

He growls. “Alek, I swear.”

I chuckle, flipping us over until I’m kneeling between his spread thighs. With another pump of lube, I begin rubbing my fingers around his tight hole. “I’m controlling the pleasure.”

“Yeah, well I fucking hate it.”

“You won’t once you have the best orgasm of your life.”

I push a finger in and cut off whatever he was about to say. “Oh God.”

“I prefer Alek.”

“I prefer…” he gasps when I push a second finger in. “I don’t know what I prefer. Just keep going.”

With one hand on his cock and two fingers in his ass, I quickly bring him close to bliss again. I curl my fingers, seeking his prostate.

“Oh shit. Alek. Oh my God. If you don’t want me to come, you need to stop.”

“You better not come,” I tell him, squeezing the tip of his cock with my hand while my fingers continue to thrust into his ass.

“It’s so good. Please,” he begs, his head back, veins protruding from his neck as he pants.

“Look at me,” I command, slowing my movements. When his eyes finally find mine, I say, “Do not come. You hear me?”

His hand flies to mine, squeezing his cock and halting my motion. “Okay, hold on,” he grunts, eyes closing while he wills away his orgasm. “It’s not gonna take much,” he breathes. “Don’t touch me for a minute or I’ll blow.”

I chuckle, getting off the bed and removing my boxer-briefs. “I’ll give you a minute.”

“What’re you doing?” he asks, watching my every movement.

“Putting a condom on. Want to help?”

“Mm. I’m afraid even that will make me come, but yeah, I do.”

He sits up and I stand in front of him, handing him the condom. Before opening the package, he wraps his fingers around my cock, tugging on it with languid strokes. His free hand cups my balls, and his gaze finds mine.

“I love your cock. This vein right here,” he says, touching it with his fingertip, “begs to be traced with my tongue.”

“Do it,” I tell him, wanting to feel his mouth on me again.

He ignores me, holding my shaft in his hand, inspecting every inch of me. “This right here,” he says softly, brushing his thumb over my glistening slit, “makes my mouth water.”

“Taste it,” I say, feeling myself becoming more desperate. My stomach clenches while my pulse picks up.

Jay looks up at me, his lips pulled into a lopsided grin. “When you taste me, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Don’t play with me, Jay.”

He bites his lip. “Fair’s fair, right?”

I reach for the condom but he snatches it out of my hand, opening it up before slowly rolling the latex down my shaft. He gives me a squeeze at the base before scooting back on the bed.

“Turn over.”

He hesitates briefly before getting on his hands and knees. After another minute of lubed up fingers penetrating his hole, I coat my cock in the slick substance and guide myself in.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes, the muscles in his back flexing as he squeezes the covers.

God, he’s perfect. I want to run my hands and tongue over every inch of his body. I want to familiarize myself with each beauty mark and scar. I want so much more than I can allow myself to have.

I thrust in hard and deep. “Yes!” I cry out, loving the tightness of his ass around my cock.

I push his upper body down, keeping his hips up in the air as I tighten my grip on them and push in and out of him.

“You feel so fucking good,” I tell him.

“God, Alek. I’m so close.”

“Don’t touch yourself yet.”

He whimpers.

I get lost in the euphoria of him, fucking hard and fast, wanting to meld my body to his and never know what it’s like to not be inside him.

It had been a long time since I‘d been with anybody before my first night with Jay. I’ve come to find out that Jay is like a drug, and I’m already becoming an addict.

Which is why I have the rules I do. He’s made me break the no repeats one. I have to hold onto the rest.

“Turn over. I want to see you.”

I pull out, allowing him to roll onto his back before I slowly push back inside. Both of us release a moan as he clenches around me.

“Alek.” My name is a desperate plea on his lips.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want what you won’t give me,” he says, eyeing my mouth. “But let me come and I may forgive you.”

I lean over him, my face rubbing against his as I move inside his ass. He turns his head and his lips touch my cheek.

“You make me feel so good,” he whispers. “Your cock…” he gasps. “God, your fucking cock is perfect.”

When I ease away, my eyes land on the pre-cum dripping from his head and smearing on his stomach. I push his legs up, bringing his ass off the bed slightly, giving me the perfect angle to hit his prostate.

“Oh shit,” he cries, eyes squeezing closed briefly before they lock onto mine in a frenzied panic. “What...oh fuck...that’s it. That feels incredible. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

I don’t. I keep going. Hitting it a little harder but never slowing down.

“I can’t wait to see that cum shoot out of your cock,” I say, not taking my eyes off of his erection as it lays against his stomach. “I want to see just how much you loved my controlled fun.”

“Oh shit,” he breathes, body tense.

I let loose, moving as fast and going as deep as I can. I should worry that I’ll hurt him, but it never crosses my mind. His face lets me know he’s enjoying it. His noises and mumbled words demand I keep going.

“Alek,” he gasps, eyes flying open. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me.”

White ribbons shoot from his slit, landing on his chest and stomach, and Jay cries out before finally reaching down and grabbing his dick.

Coming hands free is rare, but not impossible, and it’s one of my favorite things to do to someone.

Cum keeps erupting even as he’s just holding himself.

“Holy fuck,” he cries. “Oh my God, I...I...oh God.”

“That’s it. Fuck, you look so good right now.”

It only takes another two minutes before my balls draw up and inexplicable pleasure floods me. My voice bellows into the room, deep and low, scratching my throat as my own release pours out of me.

“Fucking hell,” I cry, my body shaking.

Jay’s nothing but moans and whimpers below me, muttering words I can’t quite hear. It takes a minute before I’m able to pull out of him, holding onto the condom. I don’t have the energy for much right now, so after tying it off and tossing it in the trash next to the nightstand, I fall into bed next to him and we catch our breath together.