Tempting Him by Isabel Lucero

25

I take my time,wanting to slowly unravel him. He's still holding a lot of tension in his body from the conversation about his past. My heart aches for him, and I know I can't do anything to make it better and I can't take his pain away, but right now, I can make him feel good.

Flattening my tongue, I run it up the underside of his shaft, flickering when I get to his swollen tip. He holds my gaze as I tease him, licking every side of his cock but never taking him into my mouth.

I suck one of his balls into my mouth, gently caressing it with my tongue as I moan around him. He hisses, his head dropping back as I work him over, bringing my hand to his shaft to stroke.

After a few minutes, I remove my hand and plant soft kisses on his shaft, moving up to his stomach. I unbutton his shirt and kiss all the way up his chest until I reach his neck, swiping my tongue across his Adam's apple.

"No kissing. No blowjobs from you. Those are your rules, right?" I ask.

He watches me with lust burning in his eyes. "Yeah."

"Okay. Trust that I'm not breaking those, but let me do something else."

His dark brows furrow briefly. "Okay."

I lean back in, rubbing the scruff of my face against his, nibbling on his neck while he raises his hips, letting me feel his cock against my torso.

"You're killing me," he breathes, a hand coming to squeeze my hip.

I back away, grinning at him. His other hand comes to my face, holding me right in front of him, his thumb grazing my chin. My breath hitches as he studies me. I don't know why I never saw it before, but I do now. The pain in his eyes is evident. It's not that he doesn't want to kiss me, because I can see that he does. But he's allowing the pain and abuse from his past to lasso his desires and yank them back. I watch the war happening as I get lost in his eyes, and I no longer feel frustrated for myself. I'm angry alongside him.

I smile again, letting him know it's okay. "Let me make you feel good."

Traveling down the length of his body, I make sure to pay attention to every square inch, kissing, touching, and licking. I kiss over a couple thick scars, wondering if those came from the kids who jumped him, or from his own father.

Once I finish removing his pants and underwear, I push his legs further apart, giving me room between them as I take his cock into my mouth. He holds onto my head and fucks my mouth, touching the back of my throat with the head of his dick.

"You're so good," he pants. "Being in your mouth...fuck."

I pull off, dropping lower, licking his balls. When he moans with pleasure, I let the tip of my tongue dance further down, barely grazing over his perineum.

"Shit," he gasps, sitting up.

I place my hands on his inner thighs. "It's okay." He sucks in a breath and nods. "Okay," I repeat, grabbing a hold of his legs and tugging him down, bringing his ass to hang over the edge of the couch.

I start by stroking him before my tongue travels down his perineum again, this time continuing to his ass.

"Oh," he moans, his voice nearly giving out. "J-Jay."

I groan, loving how my name sounds coming from his mouth, especially when he's not growling it with frustration.

It takes a couple minutes before he loosens up, letting me push his leg up a little, allowing me more access. My tongue slides over his hole making him gasp. I don't try to penetrate, but I do enough to give him pleasure. When he reaches for his cock, I feel a little victorious.

"That...that's, oh God," he says, stumbling through his sentence.

I get lost in the moment, relishing in the sounds he makes. Savoring the shaky breaths and whispered curse words. I never want to stop. I want to devour him.

"Get up here," he says through harsh pants. "I can't take it anymore."

I stop, worried I've pushed him too far. "Are you okay?"

His eyes are wild—passion and need burning brightly in their depths. "No. Far from it. I need to be inside you."

"Let's go to your room," I say, reaching for his hand. "I need to prepare for that cock of yours."

He lets me pull him up, and we walk to his room hand in hand. While he pulls the lube from his drawer, I remove everything except my boxer-briefs, the material tented with my erection.

I watch him as he moves, his thick cock stealing my attention. "Fuck, I kind of want you in my mouth again."

He turns to look at me, his eyes perusing my body. "I'm afraid I'll come if you do what you were doing again."

I bite down on my bottom lip, grinning. "I'm glad you liked it."

Alek struts toward me, pushing my underwear down. "Mmhmm." His fingers brush against my pre-cum and he looks down. "Shit, you're leaking."

"That's what you do to me."

His eyes meet mine while he smears the wetness over my crown. "Just from..." He stops himself. "Fuck."

"Lube?"

He wraps his fingers around my shaft, giving me a long, slow stroke. "Huh?"

I chuckle. "The lube."

"Oh. Yeah."

I push the underwear down my legs and he brings me the bottle of liquid. I position myself on the bed and spread my legs, reaching between them to slide a finger inside.

"Fuck," I hiss.

Alek stands at the side of the bed, watching.

"Like what you see?" I tease, sliding another finger in.

"I do," he answers, eyes lifting to mine for a fraction of a second before moving back to my ass.

"Ah," I moan, grabbing my dick. "Just slather some of this on your cock and come fuck me," I say, throwing him the bottle while I continue to finger my ass.

I get on my hands and knees and slide to the edge of the mattress. Alek's hands curve over my hips and up my back before I feel his forehead drop to my back and his nose skate down my spine. I wait to feel the soft press of his lips, but it never comes.

"No. Turn over," he says.

I turn to my back and he squirts some lube in his hand before coating his dick, then his fingers push into my ass before he guides himself in.

"God," he breathes, slowly pushing inside.

"Fuck me, Alek. Hard. Give it to me."

A growl rumbles in his throat before he slams into me, making us both cry out.

"You like that?"

I shake my head. "I love it."

He groans, pulling out and diving back in. "Good. Remember that when you threaten to go to someone else."

"Ah!" I exclaim as he thrusts deep. "I—I was kidding. I wouldn't..."

I can't get the words out.

"The thought of you with someone else on the balcony." Thrust. "In bed." Thrust. "I hated it."

"Fuck, Alek," I gasp. "I just wanted to piss you off."

"Mission accomplished. Don't do it again."

"I only want you anyway." He pauses, and I open my eyes to look at him. "Don't stop."

He slams into my ass, dropping down to hover above me as his hips piston back and forth. "Tell me it's mine."

I moan. "It's yours."

"I wish I could give you more," he whispers, his movements slowing to a teasing pace.

"Alek," I pant, reaching around to grab his ass. "Don't torture yourself, and don't torture me. Fuck me and I'll be happy."

His lips curl up into a smile and he fucks me into euphoria. We're a mass of tangled limbs, muttered words, heavy breaths, and something else. Something deeper and stronger. Something neither of us will delve into, because it's something we've never dealt with before.