A Game Of Temptation

LAURA

He slanted his lips over mine, dominating the kiss and I sighed, stretching on my toes to keep my lips on his.

He bent his knees so that he could kiss me better, seeing that I was struggling, and cupped my ass through my shorts, squeezing.

I moaned into his mouth, leaning fully into him because my legs were like jelly from my orgasm, unable to carry my weight anymore. His dick that hadn’t really gone down even after his release, dug into my bare stomach, already growing hard at a fast pace.

Out of nowhere, I remembered that I’d done what I came here for. So what was I still doing here?

Pulling away from him, I blinked lazily, trying to clear the fog of lust I was currently immersed in.

He was staring at me with an odd look on his face, the lines of his shoulders relaxed now that I’d helped him take the edge off. His jaw was relaxed, his lips pink and swollen from the kiss and his eyes bright and lively.

Fuck, he was so beautiful. His hair was still perfect, not a strand out of place, so I reached up and shoved my fingers into it, tousling the strands until they stood up in every direction, giving him that sexily messy look.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Now that was better.

Taking a step back from him, I said, “I should go.”

He blinked, and the relaxed look vanished. His shoulders tensed and the happy look in his eyes have way to an exasperated one.

“Don’t,” he said, catching my arm and pulling me back into him.

I slapped his hand away and he sighed. “I’ve done what I came here for. I should leave now.”

“But I can’t let you leave like that.” He argued, “I owe you an orgasm now. Isn’t that how this works?”

I lifted a brow. Oh, so he wanted to play that card. “I thought you weren’t up for one of my games?”

He shrugged, his muscles-and tattoos-flexing. He obviously had no issue with standing naked in front of me when we were having a conversation and I was beginning to realise that I liked that very much. It meant that I could feed my eyes even while I argued with him. Of course it also meant that I’d be distracted by all that sexiness, but then I’d always been good at multitasking.

“Whatever,” his shoulders went up, eyes darting away. “Way I see it, I owe you now.”

Lifting my left hand, I wiggled my fingers in his face. “No, you don’t.”

He looked at my hand, wondering what I was talking about and I wiggled my fingers again, but he still didn’t get it.

I sighed. “You might have been too far gone to see, but I got myself off too.”

His nostrils flared and heat filled his eyes, along with a hefty dose of shock and surprise. “When?” He asked, and I didn’t know if it was doubt I detected in his voice, but it sounded a lot like it.

“When I was sucking you off.”

He choked on air. Yep, I had a dirty mouth and I never hesitated to use it.

“You mean you were touching yourself while you got me off.”

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway just for clarity. He seemed to be having a hard time processing that. With a brows drawn look of lust, he gripped my hand and brought it to his face, asking, “Which fingers?”

“Index.”

I watched with bated breath as he brought my index finger to his nose, his eyes growing dark when he inhaled it, then putting it inside his mouth and licking it clean. He held my eyes and gave it a final suck that I felt right at my core.

I could only watch weakly as he kissed my finger before letting it go.

No, that was what he wanted.

He was trying to distract me.

Giving myself a firm shake, I side-stepped him and reached for the door handle, but he quickly stood in my way before I could turn it, that sexy body of his distracting me and pissing me off.

“Get out of my way, Alex,” I snapped at him, “And put some clothes on.”

“Look at you. You can’t leave like this.” He started again, sweeping his eyes over my messy hair, swollen lips and the wet spot on my shorts. “You don’t even want to change? I could get you something from my-”

“We live in the same house, Alex.” I rolled my eyes, fed up with his games. “It’s not a fucking hotel. My room is right across the hallway, and Drew’s not even in, so who’s going to see us?”

I tightened my hand on the doorknob, prepared to let the door hit him if he wasn’t going to step out of the way.

“You’re right,” Alex surprised me by agreeing. “I just-fuck.” He ran his hand down his face, looking so tired all of a sudden. “I just hate that you’re leaving right after.”

That was the issue? I didn’t see the problem with that.

“I think you don’t understand.” I narrowed my eyes on him. “I came in here to do this for you. For you,” I enunciated incase he still wasn’t getting it. “You don’t have to do anything for me in turn. I did this because I wanted to, and that’s all.”

“Why?” He asked suddenly.

“Huh?”

“Why did you decide to do this for me?”

“Why do people do anything?” I shrugged, hating that he was reading too much into this when there really wasn’t. “Because I wanted to.”

He nodded and looked away, his eyes distant. When they rested back on me, they were earnest. When he spoke, his voice was raw. “It’s just that we never talk, and I guess I wanted you to maybe stay for a bit.” He raked a hand through his hair, his eyes darting away. “But, I mean, if you want to leave then that’s okay.”

Maybe later I would blame it on his eyes, or the rawness of his voice then, or maybe I would blame myself because maybe a teensy little part of me wanted it too.

I cursed myself as I watched, like an out of body experience, as my hand slipped from the doorknob and I turned fully to face Alex, my shoulders trembling with the decision I was about to make.

Stilling my voice, I said, “Okay.”

He might have seen a ghost.

In fact, I was positive he’d seen a ghost. So positive that I looked behind me just to check if one was standing behind me and I could see them too. But there were none.

“Okay?” He parroted.

“Okay,” I shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, putting on a strong face. “You wanted to talk right? So let’s talk.”

His eyes darted to the door. “You’re… sure?”

No.

“Positive.”

The word was barely out of my mouth before he slipped his hand around my waist and pulled me into him, sealing his lips over mine in a wet kiss.

I rose on my tiptoes and shoved my hand into his hair as I kissed him back. He dropped his head to my neck and lavished kisses all over, while I turned my head to the side to give him more access.

Just when I was about to completely turn into a whimpering mess in his arms, he moved away from my neck and kissed my nipples through the material of my bra, then he lifted his head and I saw that a grin was stamped on his face.

He’d lit up in an instant over my decision to stay for a while. That scared me a bit, but I made a mental decision to freak out later. No way was I going into full overthinking mode in front of him.

I blinked when I realised he’d asked me a question. “Come again?”

His grin widened and he suddenly looked ages younger than he usually did. Seriously, this man’s smile could start a world war.

“Will you shower with me?”

Well, I’d already said I was going to stay, right? I’d be a total buzzkill if I just sat on his bed and waited for him to have a shower and come back out. Not to mention, my panties were sticky and my shorts had a huge wet spot on it.

I was starting to get irritated.

Plus, I was so not going to miss an opportunity to see Alex with soap and water running down his body while he washed himself.

So, like I wasn’t excited or anything, I shrugged and said, “Sure.”