A Game Of Temptation

LAURA

He closed the door quietly and leaned back on it, his eyes tracking me from where I stood a few feet away from him. “Get on the bed.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “Why don’t you get on the bed?”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Do you want my mouth on you or not?”

That had me hurrying to the bed so fast, I tripped over my own feet and almost landed on the ground. Luckily, I caught myself and stood in front of the bed, my hands going to the bands of my panties to drag them down.

“No,” Alex’s voice stopped me. “Don’t take them off.”

Confused, my hands dropped and I sat down on the bed, staring at him expectantly. When he just continued to stand there and eat me up with his eyes, I scowled. And scowled even more when a grin broke out across his face and he laughed, transforming from gorgeous to devastating in a split second.

“You’re one impatient little thing, aren’t you?”

“Well, I’m here and you’re all the way over there.” I lifted a brow, “Care to explain why that is?”

He pushed off the wall and took slow, predatory strides towards me, his eyes never leaving mine for a second. “Forgive me, you’re just so… fucking beautiful, it’s so hard to believe that you’re real.”

My breath caught at the rawness of his voice, at how his words sent a truckload of need slamming into me. Heat pooled low in my stomach, making me so dizzy with desire that my head spinned for a moment and my thoughts went into disarray.

God, what was he doing to me?

As he walked closer to me, his masculine scent filled my nostrils, heightening my senses even more. My legs widened to create space for him when he stood in front of me, and immediately he stepped in, I locked my legs around him to prevent him from leaving-although from the look on his face, that was the last thing on his mind.

He caressed my cheeks reverently as he stared down at me, “But you’re here and I’m touching you and I-” He shook his head hard, swallowing. “You’re just-I’m finding it hard to accept that you’re real.”

I-

Okay, was it possible that oxygen had evacuated the room?

His words were beautiful. So beautiful, they started a tingle at the base of my neck that eventually travelled down my spine and ended in a pool of wetness on my panties.

But then his words were also… intimate. And it had me swallowing with equal parts fear and want for more, because I’d loved the way the words made me feel, but I wasn’t completely sure if I wanted to keep hearing him say things like that to me.

They left me ten between wanting to kiss him and running in the other direction.

It was crazy.

“Less talking, more touching,” I told him as I unlocked my legs around him and scooted backwards on the bed until I was sitting smack in the middle.

A small smile touched his lips, even if it looked like it didn’t quite reach his eyes, as he put his knee on the bed and crawled towards me. The sight was so hot, I didn’t want to blink or look away for a second and miss it.

The moment he reached me, I pulled him down and kissed him.

Honestly, I didn’t know why I was kissing him because kissing was an intimate act and it connected people. I didn’t want that, but then he was a really great kisser. When he kissed me, it felt like he was fucking my mouth the way he would my body, and I’d never met any man who did that.

Any man other than him.

He groaned, shoving his tongue against the seam of my lips, and I opened, letting him in. His tongue found mine instantly, and the two tangled in a sensual dance. He did that thing with his tongue where it felt like he was fucking my mouth and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

Swear to God, if someone had asked me my name at that point, I wouldn’t have been able to tell them.

He stopped the little movements I was making my gripping my waist and pinning me down. I wrenched my lips away from his to protest, but stopped immediately when his lips travelled down my neck until he was sucking on the parts of my breasts that weren’t covered by my bra.

I was pretty sure I had an orgasm when he pulled the straps of my bra down-with his teeth. He dragged one side down, then the other, and continued that way until the material was hanging around my waist.

He put some distance between us so that he could feast his eyes on my bared flesh. “Christ, you’re so fucking sexy.”

“Thanks, I’ve got good genes.”

The words came out weak and breathy as hell, but he heard them anyway and his teeth flashed white on a grin that made my breath catch.

He bent and sucked one nipple into his mouth, circling his tongue around it until my back shot up off the bed, and I was begging him. For mercy, or more, I wasn’t sure, but I knew that I’d begged.

I was too far gone to care.

He let the nipple slide out of his mouth with a pop and wasted no time in lavishing the same attention on the other one.

When he’d finished wrecking havoc on my breasts, he slid down my body, swirled his tongue around my belly button, before dragging my panties down my legs with his teeth. He left them tangled around one leg, before coming back up and shoving his face into my core, breathing me in.

God, that was so fucking hot.

In less than five minutes of him eating me out, I was coming. The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed, my legs shook, and my limbs flew all over the place. I almost clocked Alex in the face, but he caught my leg and pinned me down.

I was mumbling incomprehensible things by the time the orgasm ended.

He climbed up my body and covered his lips with mine, eating at my mouth with a ferociousness that I met. I tasted my essence on his lips and somehow, that made the kiss ten times hotter.

I dragged my tongue across the roof of his mouth-a move I loved-and he groaned long and low. He pressed one last kiss to the side of my lips before sliding back down.

I rose on my elbows, slurring, “What are you doing?”

“Eating you.”

No. I was going to pass out if he went down on me again.

“No. I can’t take it anymore, Alex.”

“You will,” his voice brooked no argument. “I think I just found my new favourite meal.”

With those last words that sent my head spinning, he dove down and proceeded to eat me out again. When I felt my second orgasm building, I thought I was going to pass out.

I’d been right after all, about him giving me more than one orgasm.

Somehow, the second orgasm was even more intense than the first one and by the time the wave died, I was numb and lax on the bed, barely able to recognise my surroundings.

I was in a pleasure heaven. And I would happily die here.

It was about two minutes later, when I heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing, that I was jerked back to the present and I found the strength to sit up on the bed and scoot away from Alex.

His brows furrowed and the lust in his eyes cleared somewhat at the movement. “Whats wrong?”

“We’re not having sex.”

He blinked once. Twice. “Come again?”

“We’re not having sex, Alex.” I tried not to cringe as I repeated the words.

“What the actual fuck?”