Tempting Him by Isabel Lucero

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On Sunday,I don’t see Jay until almost five o’clock, as he had plans with his friends that were set before I decided to come into town. He offered to ditch them, but I told him it wasn’t necessary. I was able to get a session in with my therapist over Zoom, so everything worked out well.

At four-fifty, my phone buzzes with a text.

Jay: Same hotel?

Me: Yeah.

Jay: Same room?

Me: No. Same floor. Are you planning on coming over?

Jay: Yes, because you won’t invite me over, so I’m inviting myself.

Me: I’ll meet you by the elevators. Text when you’re here.

My excitement grows knowinghe’s on the way. We’ll be alone, in a private space, with beds, couches, and balconies at our disposal. I’m not sure how much self-control I’ll have.

Five minutes later, Jay lets me know he’s getting on the elevator. Forty seconds after that, the doors are opening as I lean against the wall and wait. Three seconds and three strides later, Jay cradles my face in his hands as he devours my mouth in a passionate kiss.

When he finally pulls away almost a full minute later, we’re both breathing heavily, our cocks hardening against each other.

“Wow,” I say on a breath.

“I missed you.”

“Eager to see what you’ll do when you see me when I come back.”

We walk to my room, shoulders brushing. “How long will you be gone for?”

“Not sure. I have interviews set up when I get back. I’m seeing a few CEOs and taking care of some other business. I was thinking maybe I’d talk to your dad then, too.”

He makes a face. “Maybe I should ease him into this.”

“Whatever you think will work best.” I unlock and open the door. “I can fly you out next weekend. Then you can do it in person, and maybe we can all discuss it.”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course.”

As soon as the door closes behind us, he pounces, kissing me again. We fight for control, my tongue plunging into his mouth and then him sucking on it like it’s a candy.

“I’m trying to take things slow,” I say through heavy breaths.

He unbuttons my shirt, kissing my neck and chest. “Alek, I’m wooed, okay? I like you.” He rips my shirt off, moving to my pants. “I really like you, and it’s been nearly two months since I’ve had sex, and I need you.”

Any sort of control I was clinging to is ripped away when he says he needs me. I pull his shirt up over his head, throwing it to the side, and then both of us shove our pants to our ankles, kicking out of our shoes and remaining clothes in a frenzied rush.

While we touch and grope, our mouths come together in a rough kiss all while we walk through the room, heading to the bedroom. I bite on his bottom lip, eliciting a hiss from his throat, then he plunges his tongue into my mouth.

In the room, I back him into the mattress until he falls back, sprawling across the covers, his hand going to his dick, stroking it as he watches me.

I get on my knees, straddling him as I lean over, giving him a soft kiss. “I want to taste you.”

His lips quirk up. “I’ve been waiting to hear those words for a long time.”

Chewing on my bottom lip, I study him, trepidation creeping up. “I may not be the best.”

Jay reaches up and cradles my cheek. “You already are. Don’t worry.”

I lower myself, making my way down his muscled body, leaving small kisses across his chest and stomach until his cock is in view.

Taking it in my hand first, I give him a few strokes before dropping my head and opening my mouth. I lick around his crown first before encircling it with my lips.

“Ah, yeah,” he moans.

I move lower, taking him deeper in my mouth, reveling in the hard cock wrapped in velvety soft skin sliding across my tongue.

He’s so big. I stretch my lips around his wide shaft as I attempt to get as much of him into my mouth as I can.

“Yes, baby,” he whispers, his fingers combing through my hair. “Fuck, that feels good.”

Spurred on by his words, I keep going. I suck, bobbing up and down as my hand stays wrapped around his base, pumping it at the same time.

“God,” he murmurs, his hips lifting off the mattress, pushing his dick deeper into my mouth. “Alek.”

His words and moans keep me motivated. I want nothing more than to make him feel good. To give him this pleasure.

I focus my tongue around his tip, stroking his dick with fervor until he’s tensing up. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop,” he breathes. “And I really want to come with you inside me.”

Pulling off, I wipe my lips and move to grab the lube. When I’m back at the bed, I drop to my knees on the floor and pull him down by the legs until his ass is on the edge. Without any words, I lean in and swipe my tongue over his perineum before letting it travel lower.

He gasps. “Oh shit. You’re gonna kill me.”

I flick my tongue up and down a few more times before squeezing lube onto my fingers and gently massaging his hole. I take my time stretching him, loving his moans and grunts and the visual of him stroking his cock.

When I stand up, he scoots back enough to give me room, and then I hook a leg over my arm as I guide my dick into his entrance.

My crown disappears, and we both release grunts of pleasure. Once I slide all the way in, I rock back and forth slowly, giving him time to adapt to my size before I pick up speed and thrust harder.

“Yes,” he cries. “Yes, give it to me.”

I bury myself in him, giving into my carnal desires. I’ve thought about this moment almost every single day since I left. This, and having the roles reversed, but I suppose we’ll get there.

“You like that?” I ask, pushing deeper.

“God, yes,” he moans.

“Did you miss me? Miss my dick?”

“Fuck, I missed everything. Alek, oh my God,” he bellows.

“Yeah, baby. I love when you scream my name.”

He whimpers. “Fuck.”

Jay wraps his hand around his dick, stroking vigorously as I plunge in and out, deep and steady.

“Make a mess for me,” I whisper huskily. “I want to see it.”

“Oh yeah.” He closes his eyes briefly, his perfect, sculpted body flexing with his movements. With a gasp, his eyes pop open and his jaw drops. “I’m about to come.”

I take my speed up a notch, already feeling the beginnings of my orgasm building, my balls drawing up. My nostrils flare as my gaze stays trained on his cock, and when his release shoots out, landing on his stomach, I envy the flesh. I want it in my mouth, on my skin.

“Fuck!” he roars, drawing the word out as his body convulses.

I watch him come apart, his face contorted with absolute bliss and his cum painting his skin, and then his dark eyes meet mine. His lips are parted as he sucks in air, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. He’s perfect.

“Oh shit,” I gasp, my climax coming in fast as I enjoy the vision below me. “Oh. Fuck. Jay. God,” I cry, punctuating each word with a thrust before I release deep inside him.

“Yes,” he mewls, his hands gripping my biceps.

When my body is spent, I collapse on top of him, breathing heavily. He caresses my shoulders, back, and ass, his fingertips dragging up and down.

“God, that was good,” he says on a breath.

I force myself up and look into his eyes. A million different thoughts bounce around in my head, but I just lower my mouth to his in a soft kiss before slowly pulling out of him.

“It’s still early,” I say as I walk toward the bathroom. “Maybe we can visit the balcony later.”

He chuckles. “I won’t say no to that.”