A Game Of Temptation

Ironically, I was the one that descended on him the minute we got into the car.

I couldn’t climb him fast enough.

His back had barely touched the seat before I turned towards him and caught his lips with my mine. He was quite surprised by that, I could tell, and he just held himself stiffly, shocked, for all of three seconds before his brain caught up with what was happening-that this was real-then he wrapped his fingers around my waist and pulled me into him.

The move was rough and I ended up stumbling into him, my chest pressed to his. He shoved his other hand into my hair, gripping my head and holding it in place so that he could angle it the way that he wanted. Tilting my head to the right, he pushed his tongue against the seam of my lips and I opened up for him, at the same time, gulping in much needed air.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, hot and wet, and a moan escaped my lips when it flicked against mine. His hand on my waist made it impossible for me to move back and away from him, and his firm grip on my head wouldn’t let me pull back. Which meant that I was just there, pinned in place-even though I was kneeling-while he ate at my mouth like a man who had been long starved for a taste. Like he was a dying man in the desert and I was the last drop of water in his canteen. He was savouring me.

He licked, sucked and fucked my mouth until I was a quivering mess. His tongue made slow love to mine, pulling away for a bit to flick against the roof of my mouth-a move he’d obviously learnt from me-and I smiled against his lips, only for it to meet mine again and the two met in a slow, sensual tango, not quite fighting to dominate, just touching, feeling, rubbing. I shivered and goose bumps broke out across my skin. His short groan into my mouth told me that he’d felt it.

My thoughts were all over the place and I was positive that if someone were to ask me what my name was right now, I wouldn’t be able to tell them. I was going crazy, damn near close to orgasming just from a kiss with this man, but that was what he did to me, wasn’t it?

He took my body and made it his, making me feel things that I’d never thought were possible to feel. Showing me just how to work my body right in ways I never thought I would like.

I usually led during sex but it was blindingly obvious right now that I was not leading this kiss. It was Alex. He was steering this ship the way he wanted it to go and I was loving ever single second of it.

It was strange, and in a bid to get the upper hand, I threw a leg over his, my dress now pushed up to my hips, and settled on him, right on top of his erection. But I couldn’t resist moving, grinding back and forth on him, my eyes rolling back in my head every time that hard ridge rubbed against the place where I was aching and empty, begging to be filled.

“Laura…” Alex warned, his fingers tightening around my waist and gigging in hard enough to leave a mark. I found that hot as hell, knowing that he hadn’t meant to hurt me, but was a slave to his passion for me, was a slave to this moment right here between us as much as I was to it. “Don’t do that unless you want to see a man spontaneously combust.”

Still, because the thought of him coming just from me grinding against him made me hot as all fucks, I moved once-at least as much as his hold allowed me-and a mewl escaped my lips when his grip tightened to the point of bruising.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I shot forward and caught his lips again, my hands slipping into his thick, luxurious hair that I’d missed running my fingers through. Playing with those small, curly hairs at the base of his neck, I dragged my tongue slowly along the roof of his mouth. We both froze, me waiting with bated breath for the reaction I knew was to come, and him stick straight, like the slightest movement might cause him to break and shatter into a million pieces.

Then, as if we’d both been under a spell and had come out of it at the same time, we moved. His whole body shook as a prolonged groan fell from his lips, so loud that I wouldn’t be surprised if the driver heard it. I sat back on his bunched thighs and watched him through hooded eyes, whatever remained of my rational thoughts flying the moment I saw the look of absolute bliss on his gorgeous face. His eyes remained closed for a while, and when they finally opened, there was pure heat and wicked intent in them.

“How is that ten times hotter when you do it?” His voice was husky and filled with so much heat, my pussy clenched around nothing. I tried to squeeze my legs together but they were on either sides of his so that wasn’t possible. I ended up rocking against him, and his eyes dropped, those molten greens watching me as I used him to try to get myself off.

“Maybe because I do it better?” I gasped, failing to go for the cocky look I’d been aiming, because being cocky was the last thing on my mind right now. I just wanted an orgasm.

A glint entered his eyes and a perfectly arched brow lifted. “Let’s see if you do this better too.”

With those words-words that I knew held a lot of challenge and the promise of pleasure in them-he lifted me and dropped me onto my back on the seat, rising above me until he had one knee on the seat and his other leg on the floor of the limo.

My breaths turned into short little pants as he rolled my dress up until it gathered around my waist and it was then that I realised his intent. With my dress gone, my panties were the only thing standing in his way and I expected him to drag them off and get right down to work, but he just stayed there, hovering above and staring at me.

His intense gaze on the most private part of my body made me feel a whole lot exposed, which was saying a lot considering that I wasn’t a shy person.

He stared until I was a squirming mess, then he shot me a quick look-a quick look filled with heat-before his hands went to the waistband of my panties and he dragged them down my legs, stowing them into his pocket. The look he sent me this time dared me to ask him why he was keeping them, and why would I when I already knew what he planned on using them to do?

When more wetness was already pooling in my core at the knowledge of the use my panties were going to serve him later?

A tremor racked through his frame when his eyes locked on my bare pussy. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said raggedly before he lowered and swiped his tongue over me.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my head falling back to the seat as a bolt of pleasure speared into me, then spreading out to every aspect of my being.

“We’ll get to that.” He laughed and his breaths puffing against my pussy lips like that was too much for me to bear.

My hips lifted from the seat in restlessness, chasing his mouth, and he held me down quickly. I opened my mouth to-I don’t know-beg him to put his mouth back on me when he, thankfully, put me out of my torment.

After giving me two long swipes from my hole to my clit, he shoved his tongue in and really began to eat me out. It was so similar to the way he’d been kissing me earlier-his tongue swirling around me from the inside, rubbing along my walls, and my walls in turn tried to tighten around him and suck him deeper. My hips shot off the bed again when he started playing with my clit, and I swear, I could see my orgasm right then, waving me along with an extra-wide smile on her face when she saw that Alex was the one delivering it.

She was hopelessly in love with him, that one.

The words coming out of my mouth were a jumbled mess and a five-year-old probably made more sense than I did in that moment, but I didn’t care. I was finally going to have an orgasm. A real one.

I didn’t know how where or how I managed to find the strength, but I somehow managed to push myself up on my elbows so that I could watch Alex, and the sight of his dark head between my tan thighs would probably stay locked in my memory forever.

Who was I kidding? This whole limo incident would stay in my memory forever.

He must have felt me rising because his head lifted and eyes, dark with lust, met mine and our gazes held. I watched, unable to look away as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. And. That. Did. It.

My limbs lost strength and I fell back on the seat, my eyes squeezed shut as my orgasm crashed into me. “Oh God. Oh fuck, fuck-” I lost track of what I was saying then and proceeded to spew a bunch of gibberish that I definitely wouldn’t agree to saying later when I’d landed back on planet earth.

Because right now, I wasn’t on planet earth anymore. I was in heaven. Okay, maybe I was in heaven on earth.

My legs flailed, going every which way and I would have gotten him in the head with my heel had he not held my legs firmly in his grip and put a stop to their mission to destroy everything in their vicinity.

He lapped me up until I could see again, and when I finally opened my eyes, I saw that he was still licking me up, his face contorted in painful pleasure, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

“Can you do this better?” He asked, and the slight amusement in his voice told me that he was mocking me.

It was then that I remembered what I’d said about me pulling that tongue move better.

Jesus, this man.

My hands were shaky and shockwaves still travelled down my body, but I lifted off the seat with great effort and kissed him. There was still very much lust in the kiss but there was also something else…gratitude?

The orgasm he gave me had been earth shattering but my core still clenched in emptiness, begging to be filled by the large cock in his pants and the only thing I could think about right now was getting it out.

I fumbled with his zipper, struggling to drag it down with shaky fingers when his hands came down on top of mine and stopped me. I looked up at him in confusion.

“What are you doing?” He asked, breathless with his face flushed.

“I-” I stopped suddenly and looked down at my hands resting on his crotch.

What was I doing?