Tempting Him by Isabel Lucero

19

Once inside the room,Jayden quickly removes his jeans. “I think I need to shower again. I don’t want you to taste chlorine when you worship my body with your mouth,” he says with a wink.

“That’s a good idea.”

“Together?” he asks with a hopeful tone.

I inhale, knowing what I should say but warring with what I want. “Yeah. Let’s use mine. It’s bigger.”

Marching through the living room, I bypass the bed and go straight for the bathroom, opening the glass door of the shower and turning the water on.

Before I can fully spin back around, Jayden’s there, his body pressing against mine. His hips pin me to the glass wall of the shower, his lips planting kisses from my neck to my collarbone, and across my shoulder. His hands shove my pants and underwear down, and I quickly step out of them, my cock quickly coming to life.

I pull his shirt over his head and he pushes his boxer-briefs down before walking us into the shower, closing the door behind him.

Hot water from the raindrop showerhead pours down both of us, and while Jay runs his hands through my hair, keeping it out of my eyes, I reach down and grab his cock in my right hand.

He hisses with pleasure.

“I guess we should actually clean ourselves first, huh?” he pants.

“I’m just gonna dirty you up, anyway.”

Jay reaches for a washcloth and squirts some body wash on it. “Yeah? With your cum?”

“If that’s what you want.”

He quickly runs the soapy material over his chest, stomach, and arms. “Maybe.”

With another squirt of soap, he starts massaging the cloth into the same spots on my body. “Why maybe?” I ask, hoping my voice isn’t as breathy as it sounds to me.

“Depends on what you’ll do for me.”

He rinses the cloth and puts more soap on it, washing the rest of his body before drizzling more of the liquid in his hand and stroking my cock.

“What do you want?”

“You know.”

I allow my hands to gently caress his body, feeling every powerful muscle. I wish he could understand why. I don’t do certain things because as soon as I think about it, the verbal assault I got for many years hammers its way back into my brain, calling me every slur you can think of, and probably even some you can’t.

My dad’s voice rings in my ears. You bend over for another man like some sort of bitch? My son is a fucking fruitcake? If you like the taste of cock then you might as well be a woman. Only women suck dick, son. How dare you want to do such vile things? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?

I spin Jay around, my fingers dancing down his back until I reach the crack of his ass. I lean over his shoulder and whisper, “I want to bury myself deep inside you. No condom. You sure you’re clean?”

He sucks in a breath. “Yeah. You?”

“Yes.”

I grab the bottle of conditioner and squeeze a generous amount in my hand as well as above his ass, watching it drip down the middle.

My fingers slide in, pushing past the tight ring of muscle until I can move two in and out with ease. With a slight pivot, I get us to the bench at the back of the shower.

I spin him around, making him give me his back. “Ride me.”

He angles his head over his shoulder, looking at me before lowering himself on my lap. He takes hold of my cock, gently guiding me inside him as the steam fills the enclosed space. With one hand clutching a bar on the side, he moves himself up and down, and I hold onto his hips, moaning as he takes me deep.

Jay fully seats himself, leaning back into me with a moan, and my arms snake around his middle, one hand on his cock.

“You’re so hard for me,” I whisper into his ear.

“You feel amazing,” he breathes, rocking back and forth. “Fuck, I could do this all night.”

My free hand runs up his stomach and chest, finding his throat where I give a gentle squeeze. “I could do it even longer.”

He gasps lightly, moving faster. “Alek.”

“What do you need?”

“I want to turn around.”

“So turn around.”

Jay gets up, spins, then lowers himself into my lap once again, this time, face to face. As soon as I’m buried all the way inside him, I realize the intimacy of this position. We’re so close.

He rocks, moaning as he drops his head back. My hand skates up his throat, fingers gripping his jaw. When he locks eyes with me, I see a yearning in them. He’s hoping I’ll kiss him, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to.

My thumb brushes across his pillowy soft lips, my fingers pressed against the base of his skull. I could pull him in easily. Give in to the desire.

Jayden moves faster, his face transforming into one of euphoria. “Alek,” he breathes. “I’m so close.”

I reach between us and stroke him as he rides me, my other hand going to his lower back. “Yeah, you gonna come for me?” I breathe, watching his face change as the pleasure builds up.

“Yes,” he cries. “Fuck yes, I’m gonna come all over you.”

A low growl rumbles in my chest as my eyes drop to his cock. His hands land on my shoulders, fingers digging into my flesh as he quickens his pace. His dick is thick in my hand with a small amount of arousal at the tip. The desire to lick it off shocks and excites me.

My thumb brushes across the wetness, and I bring it to my mouth and taste the saltiness of his pre-cum.

“Oh fuck,” he exclaims. “Alek. I—”

I wrap my fingers around his cock again, stroking him. “Come for me.”

“Oh God,” he cries, his body tightening and tensing up. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Jayden’s cum shoots from his crown, landing on my stomach and hand. “That’s it,” I coax. “Yeah, give it to me,” I murmur, transfixed.

Jay moans, a shiver taking over his body. His head drops against mine, and our foreheads and noses touch—lips closer than they’ve ever been.

His forehead comes off mine, dark eyes meeting light ones. He moves a fraction of an inch, daring to come closer.

“Jay,” I whisper softly, unsure what I’d even say next.

“Let me. You don’t have to respond. Just let me.”

He takes my silence as permission, and his hand cradles my face as he ever so lightly lets his lips touch the corner of mine. His mouth ghosts over my parted lips as he travels to the other corner, giving me another gentle kiss. The feather light pecks have my stomach tightening and my cock twitching in his ass. I close my mouth, my lips barely pressing into his. His exhale is soft, and his forehead dips to mine one last time.

Then he gets up, pulls me to my feet and turns around. His eyes meet mine. “Dirty me up.”

Bending him at the waist, I thrust into his ass, my entire body on fire, pinpricks of pleasure dancing across my skin. I fuck him hard, needing my release but also feeling the need to erase the intimate moment we just shared. I enjoyed it and I shouldn’t have, for more reasons than one.

This is about sex. Not feelings.

With each thrust, I attempt to block the terrible things that echo in my brain. The disgusting words and threats that I know are wrong—that I know shouldn’t have a hold of me anymore.

I bury myself deep in him, hoping some of his goodness transfers to me. I envy his confidence. I hate that he can do what we do without a care in the world.

“Shit,” I grunt, gripping him tightly. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah,” he pants. “Come in me. On me. Give me all of it.”

My orgasm hits, exploding inside him before I pull out and stroke myself, emptying the rest of my release on his ass and lower back—painting him with my cum.