A Game Of Temptation

LAURA

I kicked the door shut and turned, my eyes making a quick sweep of his room.

It was exactly like mine. Same design, same light blue painted walls, same queen-sized bed. The only difference was probably the view from our windows since they were on opposite sides of the house.

I walked over to the dresser to place my phone on it and draped my towel over the back of a chair. When I turned back around, I caught him watching me with calculative eyes. My presence was probably throwing him. Good.

Putting an extra say in my hips, I walked slowly over to him. I ran a finger down the valley between my boobs and his eyes followed the movement, flaring with heat.

“When you walk, it’s like a revelation.” He rasped, throat bobbing as I came closer to him. Even though his eyes were filled with heat, he stepped back. “I’m not up for one of your games, Laura.”

I cocked a brow. “Who said it’s a game?”

“It’s all games with you.” He sighed, shook his head and pushed off the door, moving to side-step me, but I pushed him back with the tip of my index finger and he fell right back against the door.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He could deny all he wanted that he didn’t want any part in what I wanted to do, but I could see the look in his eyes and I could tell that he’d missed me. I hadn’t even touched him and he was hard already.

“Relax.” I rolled my eyes, a small smirk on my lips. “I’m not asking you to do anything-at least not yet.”

He tilted his head, curious. “What are you doing?”

“Like I said, returning the favour.” With those words, I placed my hand on his chest and slid down his body slowly, pausing when my hand reached the hem of his shirt and I lifted it, tugging it over his head. Since he was much taller than me, he took it from me and helped me take it off.

Fuck, I hadn’t realised how much I missed his body until now.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I breathed, “I wanna lick your tattoos.” He inhaled raggedly, his head falling back to the door with a thud. “Every single one of them.”

He laughed on a groan. “You won’t find me complaining.”

I did just that.

The difference in our heights was an advantage to me now and I didn’t have to stretch to get my mouth on his chest. It was right in front of me at eye-level.

I kissed all the tattoos on his chest, licking the ones that I couldn’t kiss and biting the ones that I couldn’t lick. I took my precious time lavishing attention on his defined muscles, on that mouth-watering six-pack and the sexy V that led to the treasure in his pants.

I was pretty sure that he wasn’t on the same planet as me anymore because he’d started breathing raggedly, his chest rising and falling quickly, and the door was supporting most of his weight at this point. Seeing the power I had over him filled me with a heady feeling.

Dropping to my knees, I went to work on his jeans, undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. I was dragging the jeans down his hips when he gripped my hand, stopping me.

I shot him a confused look.

He swallowed, shaking his head. “You don’t have to do this.”

My head was so clouded with lust that it took a while before the words could penetrate into my skull and even when it did, it took me several attempts before I could understand their meaning.

“I know that I don’t have to.” I snapped, angry that he was delaying me. “I’m doing this because I want to.”

“Are you-”

I forced my hands out of his and yanked the jeans down his legs. “Shut up, Alex. Just shut the hell up.”

Miraculously, he did.

Alex was a briefs man.

I appreciated that. A lot.

The material was terribly bent out of shape as it clung to his hard-on and my mouth watered as I pulled the briefs down and his erection sprang out, hard and long and beautiful.

Pre-cum coated the tip and I swiped my thumb across it, collecting it and bringing it to my lips. I looked up and found him watching me. Holding his eyes, I placed my thumb in my mouth and sucked it clean.

His eyes fell shut on a groan and a tremor ran down his legs.

I wrapped my fingers around his length and he shuddered, his hips bucking and thrusting into my hands without meaning to, and fuck, the sight of his huge dick thrusting into my small hand was too much for me to bear. I spread my legs and moved, wanting to grind down on something, anything, but my core just pulsed in emptiness.

My head came forward and I wrapped my lips around his length. The minute my mouth made contact with his erection, he grunted and shoved his hand into my hair, running his fingers through the damp mane.

I moaned at the salty taste of him. He was soft and hard at the same time, the skin covering him pulled taut with his desire. I ran my tongue over the length, loving how he felt like velvet in my mouth, how my jaws were hurting from being forced open and how my lips stretched wide with his girth.

He started thrusting slowly, one hand in my hair to guide my mouth and another hand running down my cheek lovingly, in praise. “Christ, that mouth,” He rasped as he watched me take his entire length into my mouth. “It’s going to be the end of me.”

I wasn’t that much of a fan of blowjobs, mainly because I didn’t make it a habit of going down on men I was seeing for the first time. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d given anyone a blowjob-maybe during high school-but there was just something about Alex that made me throw all caution to the wind and do the things that I wouldn’t usually do.

Closing my eyes, I deep-throated him, taking him into the back of my throat. Tears pricked the back of my eyes and I fought down the urge to gag. He swelled, hardening even more, until his weight was like steel in my mouth.

His legs trembled and he shot forward, before quickly catching himself. “Fuck, I’m close.”

I moaned, terribly turned on. With my free hand, I struggled to unbutton my shorts and rolled down the zipper, my hand shaking the entire time. I shoved my hand into my shorts and shoved a finger inside myself to relieve the feeling of emptiness, grinding down on my finger every time I sucked on the hard dick in my mouth.

I never thought it was possible to be so turned on from blowing someone, but apparently it was. Was this how Alex had felt when he’d gone down on me? If so, then I understood why he’d insisted on doing it again.

I felt like I could have him in my mouth forever and not get tired of it. The only issue would be my lips that already ached from the sheer size of him. And even that little bite of pain heightened the pleasure.

“Laura, love, unless you want me shooting my load down your throat, I’d strongly advise you to let me out of your mouth now,” Alex warned raggedly.

The image those words produced in my head was so erotic, I got wetter and the movement of my finger increased. My release was close, I could feel it.

“Laura…” he warned again, but instead of letting him out, I did the exact opposite.

I tightened my lips just under the head and hollowed my cheeks as I sucked harder. He groaned loudly, staggering a little as he shot his load into my mouth. His release went on and on and he threw his head back, eyes clenched shut as he seemed to come buckets.

Seeing the look of utter pleasure on his face, the way his length pulsed on my tongue as he emptied his load, was enough to push me over the edge and before I knew it, I was coming right along with him.

I trembled and moaned as I rode out my orgasm, swallowing as much of him as I could, but in the end, some escaped down the sides of my lips. He slipped out of my mouth, a string of saliva still connecting us, and that little sight had my core spasming one last time.

Spent, I dropped back on my knees and laid my head against his legs, breathing harshly.

There was probably a huge wet spot on my shorts right now and I should have been worried about how I would walk back out there without anyone seeing me, but for the life of me, I couldn’t care about any of those things right now.

Suddenly, strong hands hooked under my arms and hauled me up. I forced my eyes open and found satisfied green eyes staring back at me.

“Thank you,” he murmured, before shoving his fingers into my hair, hauling me forward and crashing his lips on mine.