Tempt

by K. I. Lynn

  The head is full, burning purple, ready to burst. Her little mouth opens, and I almost come at the sight of my cock slipping between her lips. One of her hands moves up and down the length and she looks up at me, her tongue lapping at the underside.

  Fucking perfection.

  Her movements are a bit tentative from her lack of experience, but I’m determined to be the one to show her. My hand rests on her head, hips thrusting lightly, setting the pace. Her head bobs up and down, taking more and more with each pass, gaining confidence, but I want to see just how much she can take.

  I want her to take all of me.

  I want her to choke on me.

  I’m that kind of asshole.

  “Just a bit more, baby,” I coo as I push her head down farther and flex my hips.

  Her throat convulses around my head, and I feel like the floor has dropped out from beneath me. She’s choking, gasping, and I pull out, saliva dripping down her chin. I let her breathe for only a second before shoving my cock back in, repeating the process.

  “Relax your throat.”

  She tries, and the fluttering around my head has me groaning and tilting my hips. It’s going to take some time to get down her throat, until her nose is pressed against my skin, but we’ll get there someday. My hands hold her as deep as I can get, lost in the euphoria of her gagging around me.

  Fuck, I’m a bastard right now, but looking down into her eyes, I know she’s okay with it. She smiles up at me, my naughty little tease, as soon as I pop out of her mouth.

  “Do you like that?”

  “Yes,” she replies between pants.

  “Why?” I ask, perversely aroused by her response and the sexy smile she’s wearing.

  “Because it gives you pleasure.”

  Fuck, her answer slashes at me like fire. I take my cock in my hand and smack the tip against her cheek and lips, spreading my pre-come around her flawless skin.

  Perfect.

  “Aly, if you keep talking like that, I’m going to take everything out on you. I’ll use you as my own little fuck doll.”

  “Then do it,” she taunts.

  I pull her up to her feet, grab her at the waist, and toss her onto the bed. She giggles when I pounce on top of her, but stops quickly, moaning instead when I take her nipple into my mouth, biting on it. Underneath her, my hands work on the clasp to her bra. I need her naked, open for me. As soon as it’s on the floor, I slide her panties down, tossing them to join the rest of her clothing.

  Fully naked, her reddened cheeks, lip pressed between her teeth, and knees together, are the picture of innocence. The need to see her pussy overpowers everything, and I push her thighs apart to look at my cock’s new home. She’s pink, swollen, and glistening—begging to be fucked. My fingers slide back into her soaked pussy and I thumb her clit as she thrashes against me, the sensations almost too much for her.

  I pull them out and grab onto my shaft, running it along her slit. “Please, tell me you are on the fucking pill.” I’m so close to pounding into her—my body tense and begging to take—but the last thing I need to come out of this tryst is a baby. Because it’s only one time… right? She nods and I curse, “Thank fuck!”

  I press against her opening and slide all the way into her sweet tight depths. My body jerks and shakes, the feeling of her wrapped around me has my being screaming out. The gasp that falls from her doesn’t help, followed by her walls clenching around me. It’s too much, the thin string of sanity leaving me, and I pull out before slamming back in.

  “Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” I moan as my arms wrap around her, needing her body as close as possible.

  She cries out, her eyes rolling back in her head, lost in it all. The sight is euphoric bliss, knowing I caused it. I can’t stop my hips from thrusting into her hard, my cock filling her. The pace picks up, my hips slamming into hers. Not gentle movements, but needy. Pounding into her, pushing her as far as I can.

  I’ve had her on the edge twice, and she is quickly climbing back up, screaming and panting. My lips find hers, claiming them as every hard inch claims her pussy.

  I ache with the need for release; it’s been too long, my balls so tight and drawn up. She needs to come, to soak my dick and milk me for everything I have.

  “Come on, baby,” I plead.

  She’s so close, so I sit up and push her thighs apart, bending them so her knees are touching the bed. The new angle has her screaming so loud, I’m afraid the neighbors will hear her… and I love it. Her nails dig into my arms, her back arching off of the bed, head thrown back in ecstasy as she falls over the edge.

  Her body convulses beneath me, her pussy becoming a vice as her walls clamp down and quiver around me. Everything turns white, my hips slam into hers, and I explode. My body jerks with each stream I release into her.

  So good. So fucking good.

  Better than my fantasies.

  My hands are still pushing on her legs, and I brace myself to keep from falling on her. Sweat is dripping down my face, my chest heaving.

  I pull out slowly, my eyes focused on where we are joined, and watch my come slowly leak out of her tiny opening.

  “Fuck,” she whispers, and I look up to find her staring at me. “You look so hot watching that.”

  I grin, my gaze moving back down. I’ve touched her, tainted her, marked her, and I want more.

  “It’s intoxicating.” I drop down and place my lips on hers. “I’ve got a whole stack of take-out menus to choose from. How about some dinner before a repeat show?”

  She trails her fingers down my chest, then wraps them around my cock. “We’ll need some fuel to get through the night.”

  I take her hands in mine, pulling her up so that her chest is flush with mine.

  I lean down and kiss her, all the while wondering if she is what my life has been missing.

  Chapter 6

  The next morning, I wake with Alyssa curled into my chest, my arms wrapped around her. Touching her skin is unavoidable—I have to. I lightly trail my fingers along her creamy skin. So beautiful. So soft.

  She is exquisite.

  And last night was unbelievable. It was the best sex this bed has seen by far. She tested not only my stamina, but how fast I could get it back up. If I was her age, I could have gone all night, coming over and over again. But being in my thirties has really slowed down the recovery time I had a decade ago. I still came, filling her and marking her three times throughout the night, and I’m standing at attention for round four.

  Her hair is still wet from our shower a few hours prior, and she’s sleeping soundly. I don’t want to wake her, but my hard-on is raging. He knows there’s a hot little honey hole inches from him. I lift my hips, rubbing against her thigh, and she doesn’t move.

  The animal inside me aligns with the devil on my shoulder, forming a plan. I’m helpless to stop their action as my dick begs for release.

  I gently roll her over onto her back, climbing between her thighs, spreading her wide open. I lick my hand, swirling it around the head as I take my cock and line up. My other hand moves to rest on the bed by her shoulder, and I sink in.

  It’s a wake-up call she’ll never forget.

  My eyes roll back in my head as I move in her. Being that she’s asleep, she’s a bit dry, and the sensation sends shudders through my body, as I work my way all the way in until our hips meet. I won’t last like this, the sensation is too strong, painful almost. My head rests in the crook of her neck, setting the pace, slamming into her.

  Her mouth is near my ear and I hear her breath pick up, along with a soft moan that slips past her lips. She’s also getting wetter.

  “You like my cock inside you, don’t you? Fucking pounding you,” I whisper into her ear before nipping at her neck.

  “Dean,” she whimpers, her hands rising, clenching onto my arms.

  Her eyes are open now, clouded with lust and desire. I rest my forehead against hers as my hips thrust harder. I’m so close, and so is she. I
grab onto her legs, pulling them onto my shoulders, and giving me a deeper angle that I know will send her over the edge.

  “Oh, fuck!” She’s screaming now, cursing, my name falling from her lips in prayer. “Dean. Dean, oh, there. Shit!” She grips down, freezing and I come undone, spilling into her as her pussy clenches and throbs around me.

  When the pulses subside, I collapse down onto her, her body still convulsing beneath me.

  “Fuck, baby, I didn’t think I was going to get you off.”

  She giggles. “It was a close call.”

  I roll off of her and she stretches, a cute little squeak coming out before curling back into my side.

  A green light flashes in my peripheral, and I grab my phone from the nightstand. There’s a text message from Jason, my brother.

  Have to bail. Catching a flight to Denver in an hour. Work calls. – J Dogg

  I set the phone back down, a smile forming on my face. “Looks like I’m free. What do you want to do this weekend?”

  I freeze, realizing the significance in what I just said. She slides over, propping her head on my chest, smiling from ear to ear.

  Looking at her, it suddenly doesn’t matter. None of it. Only that she’s with me.

  Turns out one time isn’t enough. I want more. I don’t want her to go. I want to lock her away, naked, all weekend long.

  So I will.

  * * *

  It’s hard to go back to the office on Monday after the weekend I spent wrapped up in Alyssa’s hot little body. Every whiff of her perfume or glimpse of her in my peripheral this morning stirs images of her naked body, bringing my dick to life. I’m hard and wanting, but there’s no relief, leaving me in a nasty disposition by the end of the day.

  Each day following is the same, unable to get her alone for even five minutes. Probably for the best, because I need to keep my cock contained before it completely ruins my life and hers.

  By Friday, I’m tired and irritable and frustrated as fuck. It’s difficult to have a meeting with a client—which has been non-stop all week—while my dick is trying to bust its way out of my pants. I just can’t stop thinking about her; soft lips, plump breasts that fit just right in my hand, perfectly round ass, warm wet folds that suck me in, and my cock exploding inside and all over her.

  Almost as if she can feel my desperation, the door opens and she slips quietly inside. Saying nothing, she approaches me, and I pull away from my desk.

  “Mr. Sampson, I believe you are in need of servicing?”

  Grabbing her hand, I snatch her tiny body to me, pulling her lips down to mine, kissing her fiercely as I put her hand over the hard bulge straining in my pants.

  Oh God, finally. I groan.

  “On your knees,” I command, positioning her so that she’s somewhat under my desk in case anyone should enter. She wastes no time getting my cock out, and I smack the head against her lips. “Open.”

  I’m being an asshole again, but I can’t give a fuck because she’s looking up at me from under her lashes, seducing my grouchy ass. Watching me as I stare at her plump lips opening and her pink tongue flick the tip of my cock. She knows what she does to me.

  “Oh, fuck! That’s… oh God, perfect.” I breathe in pants as she wraps her lips around my head. My jaw falls open at the explosion of pleasure her mouth brings.

  My heart is pounding and my breath is so ragged, I just know Cooper’s going to hear me next door.

  I grip the edge of my chair and tip my hips up as she takes me deep and sucks hard, just like I need. I’m lost in sensation as she toys with me, pushing me to the edge and then backing off. This continues for what feels like forever, and I love her hot little mouth wrapped around me.

  “Fucking come tease,” I hiss down at her, practically snarling in anger and frustration.

  Her hand squeezes around my dick, painfully hard, as she removes her mouth. “Now, now, Mr. Sampson, that’s no way to talk to the woman giving you head.”

  I let out a groan, my hips pulsing up, desperate to come. Alyssa just smiles at me, giving me a quick flick with her tongue.

  “I’ll make you come five times tonight if you’ll just stop fucking playing with me.”

  “Deal,” she says, her mouth enveloping me once again.

  My eyes roll back, muscles bracing down.

  There’s a knock on the door, and I freeze as the knob turns, quickly sitting up and pulling my chair in, effectively stuffing Alyssa in the tight space.

  “Have you seen Alyssa?” Cooper asks, opening my door and walking in.

  Motherfucker.

  The sweet sucking motion on my dick stops, and I’m about to kill someone. She lets go of me with her mouth, her hand still teasing, and I look up at her brother, forcing a blank expression on my face.

  “She stopped by a few minutes ago, but I haven’t seen her since then.”

  He didn’t ask if I knew where she went, thankfully. There’s no way I can tell him where she is and what she is doing. I swallow lightly at the feel of her tongue licking up the length of my shaft. She bravely takes my head back into her hot, warm mouth. My knuckles are white from gripping my chair so hard, forcing myself not to moan.

  “If you see her, can you tell her I’m looking for her?”

  “Sure, no problem.”

  He starts to shut the door, but just before I let out a sigh of relief, he opens it back up.

  “Oh, one more thing. I was talking to Alyssa… Can you write her a letter of recommendation for a job well done?” he asks before adding, “I’d do it myself, but I’m her brother, and that wouldn’t look the best.”

  Job well done?

  Her tongue laps at my balls before sucking one into her mouth while she pumps my shaft.

  Fuck, she was doing a very good job.

  “Sure, no problem,” I manage to say.

  “Thanks, man. I’ll let her know. I’m sure she’ll want to thank you personally.”

  And I know exactly how she can show her gratitude.

  I wait for the door to latch and footsteps to dissipate before leaning back in my chair to look down at my naughty girl. Her big blue eyes stare up at me while increasing the suction, earning a hiss from me.

  “Your brother is looking for you,” I say, pulling out from the desk a little so there is room for her to really work me over.

  “I’m busy,” she says. “He can wait.” She smiles up at me before taking all of my cock in her mouth and swallowing around the tip. My eyes roll back as my head falls against the chair.

  “Fuck, that…that… There are no fucking words for that.”

  I rest my hand on her head and flex my fingers in time with my hips. I want to grab hold of her hair and fuck her face until I am coming all over her mouth and lips. Instead, my will, sanity, and strength are tested, because she’ll make me pay for it later.

  I lick my lips and force my eyes open to watch my hard length slide in and out of my goddess’s succulent mouth. I’m tempted to pull out my phone so I can take a video to jack off to later.

  The idea of seeing my siren on the screen with her lips wrapped around my cock has me teetering on the edge, and she can tell. Her hand reaches up to massages my balls, and I explode in her mouth, my body convulsing as stream after stream is swallowed down.

  When my breathing is back to normal, she opens her mouth wide and leans back on her knees. My dick twitches at the sight, knowing by her show that not a drop escaped.

  “My parents aren’t going to be home tonight,” she says after swallowing it all down.

  I let out a laugh. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard that.” I pull her up to me and kiss down her neck. “Do you want me to come over? Come over and fuck you till you have no voice from screaming so much?”

  “Yes,” she replies with a shaky breath. My hand trails up her leg, fingers dancing on her thigh. “Please, Dean.”

  “Please, what, Alyssa?” I ask, my body beginning to come back to life after the intense orgasm she pulled from me.


  Her skin is flushed, eyes closed, her breath coming out in pants as her body rocks into my hand, trying to force it where she needs it. I groan at the damp cotton that meets my fingers. It’s completely soaked through.

  “Come over tonight,” she says, her eyes fluttering closed as my fingers tease her clit and dip down to her opening.

  “And what?”

  An alluring pink covers her cheeks and she looks away, but I bring her to look at me as she speaks. “And fuck me until you’re sated.”

  “I’ll bring over dinner so we can keep our strength up,” I tell her as I slip my hand away and fix my pants back up.

  A whimper escapes her lips, and I kiss them before sending her back out to her brother, making her suffer until I see her that evening. After all, she made me wait.

  It’s not until later that day when she’s been out of my sight for hours that I realize how wrong this is, and how much I simply don’t care.

  * * *

  The three weeks I had previously wanted to fly by in order to get her away from me did. Only at the end, I didn’t want her to leave.

  I want to see her every day. I want to kiss her, hold her. With the end staring at me, I realize what’s happened and how attached to her I’ve become. I don’t want to let her go, so I don’t.

  Her skirt is bunched at her waist, panties at her ankles, while her body is bent over. She looks delicious spread out over my desk, fingers clutching the edge, knuckles white while I slide between her slick folds.

  “Not a fucking sound.” I threaten before slamming in, her body arching up while her pussy clenches around me. “Wouldn’t want your brother to hear me fuck his precious little sister. To interrupt our fun and my little slut to leave my office the same way she walked in…needy. Pussy juicing for my cock.”

  I’m going to miss this, miss all the times I take her during the day, her scent saturating the confined space that I live in for over nine hours.

  “Please don’t stop, Dean. Fuck, sir, please don’t.” Her whispered pleas undo me, and I take her harder.