Tempting Him by Isabel Lucero

4

Even after railingme over the railing of his balcony, pun intended, the man is still fairly quiet. Clearly the opposite of me, because I can’t keep quiet to save my life. I pull every response out of him like a dentist pulling teeth.

“So, are you gay or bi?” I ask after we’ve both showered and sit in the living room with a couple of sandwiches from room service.

His eyes slide to mine like he doesn’t want to answer. He’s gotta be one or the other considering how deep in my ass he was half an hour ago. Not sure why he’s acting like it’s a hard question to answer.

I huff. “So, I’m bi. I don’t mind switching, but I’ve topped more than I’ve bottomed. Have you ever bottomed?”

Aleksander wipes his mouth with a napkin, his eyes roaming my face, and then he takes another bite.

“I’m going to assume you’re an exclusive top. You got that top energy. Which is a little disappointing, because I’d love to fuck you as hard as you fucked me out there.” I grin at him, but get nothing in response.

I shake my head and take a bite, focusing on the TV for a couple minutes. “How old are you? Can I guess?”

His brows raise marginally, my only clue that he’s saying go ahead.

“Hmm.” I sit back and study him. He’s got a couple lines in his forehead and around his mouth. I thought they called those laugh lines, but I’m not sure this man has laughed enough in his life to have them. They’re far from wrinkles however. His skin looks smooth and well taken care of. Looking at him, you can tell he’s seasoned, but yet still holds a youthful glow. “Thirty-nine?”

Once again, his eyebrows go up, but I can’t tell if it’s surprise that I’m right, disbelief that I thought he was that old, or shock because he’s actually older.

“Does it matter?” he finally says.

“I guess not. I’d fuck you if you were fifty. You’re pretty fucking sexy.”

His lips twitch. “And you? Can I guess?”

I swipe my thumb over my bottom lip after taking a bite. Once I’m done chewing, I smile at him. “Please do. I’d love to hear it.”

After a brief onceover, he says, “Twenty-six.”

I cough out a laugh. “Nope.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

“Once you tell me how old you are.”

“You’re stubborn,” he says, reaching for his glass of water.

“Me?” I laugh. “Pot, meet kettle.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not stubborn.”

“I beg to differ.”

“I’m strong-willed.”

“Uh, sir, I believe that’s a synonym of stubborn. Just like uncompromising and bull-headed.”

He sits back on the couch, the robe exposing his thigh. I have to rip my gaze away because I could definitely go for another round.

“So, Aleksander,” I say. “Do you go by Alex?”

“No. Alek. It’s Bulgarian, so it’s not Alexander with an x, but with a ks.”

“I see. So, you’re Bulgarian?”

“And Greek.”

I nod my head. “Cool.” After a pause, I say, “ I’m Black.”

He smirks, the tiniest of laughs slipping between his lips.

With a chuckle, I say, “I know I probably didn’t have to say that, but you shared, so I felt I should share.”

“Want to share your age?” he asks again.

“Do you?”

With a sigh, he says, “I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“You’re right. It doesn’t. But what does matter is that the sun will come up in,” I pause to look at the time on my phone, “about four and a half hours, and since you plan on kicking me out, we shouldn’t waste any time. Unless you want to change your mind,” I say, waggling my brows.

He shakes his head, his lips fighting off a grin. “One night only.”

I sigh. “If you insist.” I open up my robe and lean back into the couch cushions, draping an arm across the back as I watch him. “You gonna…” I trail off, my eyes flickering down to my cock and back to him. “Or should I do it myself?” I say, sliding my hand into my boxer-briefs.

He mimics my pose, calling my bluff. Little does he know, I live for these kinds of games. Sure, having someone give in to you is nice, but someone who forces you to work for it makes it a little more exciting.

I tug my underwear down to my knees and start stroking myself, my eyes never leaving him. As my dick grows harder and longer in my hand, his breathing changes and I can spot the erection pushing against his own boxer-briefs.

“It would be a shame to come like this,” I say, taking a moment to spit in my hand and slowly tug on my cock again. With a moan, I say, “Especially since I’m sure your hand would feel so much better.”

“I wouldn’t come like that if I were you,” he warns.

My movements slow, but don’t stop. “Why?”

“Because I wouldn’t like it.”

“What would you like?” I ask between moans. “Ah, God.”

“I’d like to fuck your mouth again.”

“Then come touch me.” I study him again, his hand palming his cock. “Looks like you need some relief.”

“Come give it to me.”

“When you touch me, I will.” He doesn’t move, but I’ll be damned if he doesn’t wrap his hand or mouth around my cock, considering this will likely be the last time we’ll do anything.

“I don’t like being told what to do,” he says, adjusting his cock.

“What if I ask?” I moan, my body writhing as I stroke. “Will you come touch me, Alek? Hmm?”

“You’re teasing.”

“Then come make me beg.” I put one hand on my balls while the other curves around my crown. “Oh God. Mm.”

Alek rushes over, and as much as I want to grin victoriously, I’m too desperate for his touch to be smug.

“Stop,” he says, knocking my hands away as he sits next to me.

He doesn’t touch me right away, leaving my cock throbbing as he stares at me with those bright and intense eyes.

“Alek,” I say, trying to keep the desperation from my voice.

“Need something?” he questions, an eyebrow arched.

“I hate you.”

“Hmm,” he hums, a hand skating up my right thigh.

His hand dances across my lower abdomen, his knuckles brushing my cock. I turn my head to look at him, wanting his lips on me. He eases back, letting me know a kiss is not in the cards. As his hand travels up my stomach, he leans in close, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear.

“Spit in my hand,” he demands, and my stomach clenches with desire.

Not one to back down from almost anything, and definitely someone who’s willing to do nearly everything at least once, I lean forward slightly and with a quick glance into his eyes, I spit into his waiting palm.

His lips draw up a little on one side, loving that he’s able to get me to obey. Before I can open my mouth to say anything, his hand wraps around my cock.

“Oh, God,” I say on an exhale.

Aleksander strokes me with slow and steady movements, making my stomach quiver with each breath I pull in. He focuses on my crown for several seconds, teasing the most sensitive part of my cock by swirling his thumb and forefinger around the tip.

“Fuck, that feels good. Let me touch you,” I say, reaching for the waistband of his boxer-briefs.

“Later,” he says simply, keeping me from touching him by holding onto my wrist. He lets go of my cock and brings his hand back up. “Again.”

I spit in it immediately, and he goes back to stroking my length, but I want more.

“Fuck me again,” I tell him.

He gives me a look like he isn’t sure. Yeah, I’m feeling sore from the assault on my ass earlier, but I don’t care.

“Got another condom?” I ask.

“Follow me,” he responds.

We move through the living room and back into the master suite. I lay down on the oversized bed with a view of the balcony we were on earlier. After disrobing and removing his underwear, he grabs a condom and a small bottle of lube from the nightstand, and covers his cock with the latex.

Between my legs, he pushes them up, exposing me to him. He takes a few moments to press two lubed fingers inside me before slathering his erection with the liquid.

When he pushes in slowly, I grunt and moan as I feel the ache and slight pain of his reentrance. He never lays over me, choosing to stay on his knees, his hands holding my legs up by the underside of my thighs.

He rocks in and out, his pace unchanging and composed. I can tell he’s holding back, but why he’s doing that is unknown. Is he afraid of hurting me? Or is he simply teasing me? Keeping me just out of reach of a climax.

“Alek.” I breathe his name and his eyes snap to mine. “Give it to me. All of it.”

“You may not be able to sit for the next few days,” he says with a smirk as he begins pushing in deeper.

“Ah,” I moan. “A temporary souvenir. I’ll take it.”

He wraps his arms around my legs and yanks me into him, eliciting a gasp from my throat before he begins to absolutely ravish me. He fucks hard and deep at the perfect pace, and begins to push my legs farther back, bringing us into a position that easily allows him to hit my prostate.

“Oh fuck,” I curse. “Shit, oh...my fuck. Yeah. Oh.”

I’m a mess of words and sounds that don’t make any sense together, but it spurs him on. I reach for my cock and stroke it with fervor.

Alek grunts and moans, cussing as he goes deeper and deeper. “You feel so good,” he murmurs.

“That’s it,” I tell him. “Right there. Oh fuck.”

I explode, my release erupting suddenly as I yell into the room. My entire body feels ablaze as heat spreads through me, and every ounce of energy I have is expelled as I finish coming.

Aleksander finds his peak shortly after me, pummeling into me harder until his body tenses and his back bows.

“Fuck yes,” he growls, his body convulsing with aftershocks of pleasure before he pulls out.

“Oh my God,” I say as I attempt to catch my breath. “That. That was... Yes. Just what I needed.”

My eyes close until a couple minutes later when Alek is back with a warm washcloth. “Figured you’d need this as I don’t see you getting up anytime soon.”

I grin up at him, feeling almost drunk with exhaustion. “Thanks.”

I don’t remember much after that. I cleaned myself up and probably passed out shortly after. It had been a long day, but one of the best I had in a while. I sleep peacefully for eight hours, and wake up to an empty bed with a note.