Temptations: A Limited Edition Contemporary Romance Collection

by Blue Saffire

  I swallowed. “I want to make you feel good too.”

  He cocked his head. “You are making me feel good.”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I meant, I want to do what you’re doing to me…”

  “You want to suck me off?”

  I nodded.

  He smiled. “Say it.”

  “What?”

  “Say that you want to suck me off,” he said. “I want to hear it from your mouth.”

  I swallowed. I opened my mouth to tell him I wanted to do that, but it felt like I wasn’t able to speak.

  “If you ask me nicely, I might even let you fuck me.”

  The idea of fucking him had never occurred to me, but now it was all that I could think about. All I could think about was being inside this lean, beautiful man. I groaned, unable to actually speak.

  “Say it, Devon.”

  Fuck. I dug my fingers into the quilt under me, my cock throbbing, my entire body shaking. “I want to suck you off,” I said. “I want to fuck you.”

  He bit down on his lower lip then moaned quietly. I didn’t think I had ever heard him moan before and just listening to his voice was almost enough to send me over the edge. “I’ll let you suck me off,” he said. “And then I’ll let you fuck me, but only if you come in my mouth first.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me,” he said.

  I had heard him, but it was taking my brain a long time to process what he had just said.

  He stood up so that he was towering over me, then he kissed me on the mouth, his tongue searching and his hand firmly on the back of my head. He tasted like himself and a little like me. He lowered his body on mine and pushed me down on the bed so that he was straddling me.

  He leaned down and began to kiss my neck. He was pinning me down with his body weight and I was quite aware that it would have taken me some considerable effort to move from under him. I was powerless, but when I was under him, I didn’t hate the idea of being powerless.

  I sort of loved it. There was a part of me that loved being powerless when he was the one who was in charge and it manifested in how hard my cock was. I was so hard I was almost in pain from everything that he was doing, and he was handling me like I was putty in his fingers. I might as well have been. He continued kissing my lips, then began to move south. “Wait,” I said as he kissed the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Wait.”

  “Yes?”

  “Get on the bed,” I said. “I want…”

  He waited for me.

  My breath had caught in my throat and I had difficulty speaking, but I knew exactly what I wanted to say to him, even if my voice came out in a small whimper. “I want to suck you off,” I said. “Can you take your clothes off?”

  It sounded like a silly request to my own ears, but he didn’t seem to think so. He moved away from me, standing up and smiling. “You want to see me with my clothes?”

  I nodded. “Yes,” I said as I tried to sit up in order t get a better view of him. “Yes, please.”

  “Okay,” he said. “Since you asked nicely.”

  I groaned. I didn’t know if I could wait and I definitely didn’t know if I could wait for him to stop teasing me. He began to strip—slowly, just like he did everything else. He pulled his shirt over his head as he began to undress and I looked at the same stomach I’d seen on the hook-up app, except it looked slightly less firm, older and much more real and more attractive for it.

  Once he was done with taking his shirt off, he looked at me. He smiled.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure you liked what you see.”

  “I do,” I said. “I love what I see. But I want to see more.”

  “Look at you getting all mouthy,” he said.

  I could feel my cheeks reddening. “You don’t like it?”

  “I love it,” he said. “I love that you want to see me naked.”

  “So why are you making me wait?”

  “Because I love seeing how much you want me,” he said, then looked me up and down. “I can see it on your face. I can see it… all over you.”

  “You’re cruel.”

  “You love it,” he said, then grabbed the waistband of his pants and began to peel them off. I looked down at his beautiful, muscular legs, at his knees, at the way the hair on his skin curled over the lines on his skin. I could have only stared at his body, and it would have felt just as transcendent and important as the way his mouth felt around my cock.

  I finally managed to move my gaze to his crotch. I had, of course, felt how turned on he was before, but I hadn’t seen it, and the outline of his cock was incredibly impressive. I didn’t know how I was going to feel when I set my gaze on his erection, but I felt like my heart might be about to jump out of my chest.

  “You said you wanted to suck me off.”

  “I do.”

  “Come over here, then,” he said.

  It was as if he had hypnotized me. I certainly couldn’t stop myself as I begin to walk over to him, though I could have been crawling for all I cared. I was hardly aware of my own body, all I knew was that I needed to get to him and I needed to get to him quickly.

  I needed to do this. It was important that I did this, that I felt him, that I took him in my mouth and tasted him. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him. I didn’t know what I expected from him, but I didn’t dare actually take his hardened cock out of his pants.

  He looked down at me and smiled. “You’re still okay?”

  I nodded. “I’m better than okay,” I said. “I’m just…”

  “Just take my underwear off and start sucking me off,” he said. “It’s that simple.”

  “Is it so obvious I’ve never done this before?”

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “Just be gentle and do what you think you’d like.”

  I nodded again. I noticed that my hands were trembling as I moved my hand up toward his boxers and began to slide them down his legs. I’d thought lots about liking men over the years, but I had never really thought much about cocks, and I was surprised at how gorgeous I found his. It was slightly curved, large, with a mushroom head I couldn’t wait to put in my mouth.

  I didn’t have to wait anymore. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his cock. He tasted sweet and salty. I had never had something quite like his dick in my mouth. It was hard and throbbing, practically dripping with precum, I decided. That was what I could taste. And I wanted more of it.

  It was hard to open the back of my throat to his large throbbing cock, but I tried to relax my mouth after I saw Logan nodding at me. “Just enjoy this,” he said. “I am.”

  I closed my eyes and began to move my head back and forth on his large throbbing cock, swirling my tongue around his veins and his head. I could feel his body moving as I continued to suck him off, this time more vigorously, aware of how much more turned on he was getting. I was trying to keep how turned on I was from him, even though I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge as I continued to suck him off, my gaze glued to his own as his eyes narrowed and his lips parted. He put his hand behind my head, threading his fingers through my hair, and pulled me away from him.

  I didn't want to stop what I was doing. I wanted to keep what I was doing for as long as I could, for as long as I could stand it. I looked up at him, a questioning look the only way I could think to get this across to him.

  He kneeled down in front of him so that our faces were right in front of each others. He kissed me again, this time softly, barely pressing his lips onto my own. “I was about to come in your mouth," he said.

  I smiled at him. “I thought that was the point."

  “Not yet," he replied. “I want to be gentle about introducing you to this whole thing."

  “What whole thing?"

  He winked at me. “Cute, Devon."

  I shook my head, unsure about why he was smiling. He stood up and extended his hand, w
hich I took. He pulled me up so that our faces were level with each other then looked into my eyes. “I want you to fuck me. Do you want to fuck me?"

  I groaned, mostly because I felt too overwhelmed to speak, because my entire body was throbbing with pleasure and desire.

  “Say it," he said.

  “I..."

  “I want you to come in my mouth first," he said. “That's a big step and I want to make sure that your head is clear when it happens."

  I shook my head. “It's clear."

  “It will be soon."

  He dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth without any notice. He began to suck me off as if he hadn't ever done it before, moving his head back and forth furiously, his eyes closed, his jaw as open as it could be. I could feel how deeply inside him I was going, I could feel how much it pained him and exhilarated him at the same time. I put my head on the back of his head, mostly so that I could steady myself, so that I could tether myself to something real. To him.

  He opened his eyes and began to go even faster. I didn't think that was possible, but my legs began to shake as he continued to suck me off in his expert way. I thought I whimpered that I was going to come but I didn't know if any sound had come out of my mouth. I felt heat building up from the core of my body as he continued to look up at me, his sweet mouth perfect around my cock as my legs began to shake. Suddenly, the idea that I was going to come in his mouth wasn't abstract at all anymore, I was certain of it. And it was enough to push me over the edge. I didn't feel anything but pleasure waves spreading all over my body, all my senses practically shutting down as my body seemed to only be able to focus on the heat inside of me, in the cosmic explosive pleasure inside my skin and all over my body, all the way to the top of my head until I felt myself practically collapse, my legs becoming jelly.

  Logan managed to keep me from landing on my ass, getting me to kneel down on the floor without actually hitting my ass or my head. I was vaguely aware of getting there, but for a split second, I was mostly just confused.

  He smiled at me when I looked up at him. “Are you okay?"

  I nodded and looked away from him.

  “Are you sure?"

  “Yeah, I'm sure," I said. “I... That was a lot."

  “I know. Did you enjoy it?"

  I chuckled. “I don't think there are words for that."

  He kissed me on the lips, then moved away from her. “I'm glad you liked it."

  “I... I more than liked it. Fuck, who knew the older boy across the street would give head like that?"

  I heard the words coming out of my mouth before I could stop them. I was too weakened from the incredible, mind shattering-orgasm I'd just had. My defenses were down and I wasn't thinking properly. If I had been thinking, I would have kept my mouth shut. I wouldn't have said anything. And then I might even get to fuck him, if everything went well. And the idea of that, even though I had just come in his mouth, thrilled me. But I had done more than just blown my chances with him. I had literally fucked everything up. I didn't even darelook at his face after I had said that, the silence tense and heavy between us.

  He wasn't going to be the first one was to speak. It was going to have to be me and I didn't know if I could find it in me. I didn't know if I could talk at all.

  He waited as I stared at the carpet, waiting for the floor to swallow me whole. It needed to happen. It had to.

  But nothing did happen except for the sound of his quickened breath. I could tell he was upset even without looking at him. It felt like the room had gotten colder, even with the heat coming from both our bodies.

  I finally managed to pick my head up. It took a lot of effort. I could barely bring myself to look at him and it took all my mental effort to focus my gaze on his face.

  I hadn't ever seen him like this before. He looked bewildered and hurt but ready to attack, like a cornered animal. I tried to apologize but before I could, he was speaking, his voice a low growl. Except there was nothing sexy about his voice right then. I could hear the hurt and disappointment. "What did you say?"

  "It's nothing," I said. It felt like a lie even as I said it and I knew he thought it was a lie from the way his expression remained on his face. He wasn't convinced, and I didn't know how he could be. I wasn't convinced either.

  "I knew it," he said, closing his eyes. His voice was shaky. His entire body felt like it was shaky. Suddenly, he looked older than he was, softer entirely. He didn't look angry anymore, just tired beyond measure. I felt a stab of guilt. I had done that. It was all my fault. "I knew that we knew each other from somewhere..."

  "Logan..."

  "You're Jay, aren't you?"

  I wanted to shake my head but I couldn't. I couldn’t bring myself to. "I don't go by that name anymore."

  He scoffed. "I should have known this was a trap."

  "This wasn't a trap," I said, aware that my pleas were falling flat. "I wanted this to happen, Logan. I wanted you."

  "I tried so hard to get away from that place. It always fucking follows me, doesn't it?"

  "Logan--"

  He stood up and looked down at me. "Get out."

  "Logan--"

  "Did I stutter? Get out!" He hadn't raised his voice, but perhaps the fact that he had dropped it to barely a whisper was worse. I could feel his fury. His disgust. His pain.

  It made me sick. It made me feel like I was going to vomit all over myself, but despite how upset I was, I realized I shouldn’t be making this about myself. This wasn’t about me.

  He was basically a blur as he stood up. It was as if I was in a haze, walking through thick, chlorinated water. I didn’t even know how I got dressed. I knew that it happened, but I wasn’t sure how, and then I searched for him with my gaze, but even if I had made eye contact with him, there was nothing I could have done.

  He didn’t want me there. And, of course, it wasn’t as if I could stop him. As if he was wrong. I had kept something from him, even as the night had progressed, when I could have easily told him who I really was. I had decided that, even though I had recognized him, there was no way he could’ve recognized me. I could only contemplate how arrogant and stupid that was for a second.

  I had been so lost in everything that I wanted to do with him. To him.

  But that felt like it had happened ages ago, even though it had only been a few minutes. Even though we had spent the night together. It felt like a distant, hazy memory. One that didn’t matter at all already. Not after the way he had looked at me.

  It was as a flip had switched inside of him and everything had changed. That powerful connection we were able to have only a few minutes ago seemed to have disappeared and there was nothing but hatred and contempt in his eyes. If he had just been angry, I thought I might be able to take that, but he wasn’t just angry.

  He was upset, hurt, and there was nothing I could do about it. There was nothing I could say that could fix what had just happened. I wanted to protest. I wanted to swear at him, tell him I was supposed to be spending the night. I wanted to tell him that I had made no contingency plans.

  But that didn’t matter to him. There was no way that it did. So I didn’t even grab my bags on the way out—he had told me to get out and all I managed to pick up, after my clothes, was my coat. As I opened the door, I craned my neck to see if he was still in the room. He had walked away from me and hidden away in the bathroom, obviously expecting me to leave.

  I opened my mouth to say something into the empty room, but I had no idea what I could possibly say. “I’m sorry I kept the fact that we were neighbors from you,” didn’t seem like it would go down particularly well.

  After thinking about it for a few seconds, I realized that I couldn’t do anything. All I could do was leave.

  So I left, quietly shutting the door behind me, without my bags or my dignity.

  6

  I went to the lobby of the hotel. It was still dark outside and I didn’t want to stay somewhere else if I didn’t have to. I didn’t know h
ow long it was going to take to find other accommodation.

  I took my phone out of my pocket. I only had about five percent charge left. I should have charged it on the plane, but I hadn’t and I hadn’t thought about it at all as I went to see Logan. I didn’t know that he was going to kick me out, though I was now sharply aware I should have planned for it.

  Luckily, there was nobody in front of me in the check-in area. The receptionist was a small woman with a winning customer service smile, but I could tell how tired she was from the bags under her eyes. “Hello, sir,” she said. “How can I help you?”

  “I need a room,” I replied.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “We don’t have any rooms available.”

  I shook my head. “What about a honeymoon suite?”

  She typed something then shook her head, never looking away from the screen. “No,” she said. “I’m sorry. There might be some hotels around here with vacancies, but with the weather…”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Thanks anyway,” I said. “Do you happen to have a charger for…”

  I grabbed my phone and slid it on the reception counter. I needed to get in touch with Valerie. She might have been able to find me a place to stay. Otherwise, I would have to go back to the airport and spend the night on the floor, without even having my bags to use as pillows. “Is there any chance you have a charger for this?”

  She cocked her head, looked me up and down, then shook her head slightly. “No, sorry,” she said. “That service is available for guests only.”

  “Please.”

  “I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

  I closed my eyes and sighed. “That’s okay,” I said. “Thanks. Is there a restaurant here or…?”

  “We closed the kitchen a couple of hours ago,” she said, then flashed me that customer service smile. It made me want to punch her. “The bar might still be open.”

  I grabbed my phone off the counter, stuffed it in my pocket and turned away from her. I didn’t want to go to the bar, but it didn’t seem like a bad idea. After what had just happened, having a couple of stiff drinks and erasing the night from my memory might have just been exactly what I needed.