Tempt The Boss (Tempt 1)

“Fuck,” I whimper into my hands. “Please.”

The vibrations stop as he strokes into me in one long, smooth thrust. We both moan loudly as his cock stretches me, my wetness easing the way for him to plant it in me all the way to the root.

“Harder!” I push back against him, and he gives me what I ask for and fucks me harder. The sounds of our skin slapping together echoes throughout the room. My orgasm hovers right there, sparking beneath the surface, on the cusp of breaking free. My hands ball into fists around my sheet as I try not to move forward every time he thrusts himself roughly into me.

“So fucking tight. So fucking wet. So, so fucking hot,” he grits out as he pounds into me even harder and faster. Finally—finally —as I’m right about to come, he smacks my ass, the sting exploding across my skin as the burn lights me up and I come all over his cock. He pumps into me twice more before he follows me and comes with a roar.

Chapter Thirty

AUSTIN

Our bodies press together as our chests heave for a minute, while we both try to catch our breath. I lean over and grab the key from the side table to unlock the cuffs.

Once they are unlocked, I see little red marks where she must have pulled the cuffs. I rub the marks with my thumbs, looking up at her. “Fuck, I didn’t think this would hurt.”

“It didn’t.” She smiles and closes her eyes. “Relax, Austin, you didn’t go all Christian Grey on me. I’m fine.” She laughs while I continue to rub the marks. “Next time, though, it’s my turn to torture you. Did you buy a ball gag by any chance?” Her body shakes with her laughter. She turns herself around and lies down in her bed.

I laugh as I get off the bed to go into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Washing my hands, I return with a warm washcloth. Gently opening her legs, I am about to wipe her when she snatches it from my hand. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I was going to clean you up.” I look at her in confusion. “What’s the big deal?”

“I just…” she starts and then stops. “It’s weird.” she stutters, and I snatch the washcloth back from her and open her legs again.

“You know, I’ve already been intimately acquainted with it. My fingers have felt it, my mouth has tasted it, and my cock has fucked it,” I say as I gently clean her.

“Ok then, when you put it that way, please proceed,” she gives in a little shyly. “Um, is this going to be an everyday thing?” She points between me and her as her voice softens with her question.

“You mean us having hot sex? That would be a yes. I would do that daily.” I throw myself down on the bed next to her.

“And, um, we won’t be doing this with, um, anyone else?” she asks a little nervously.

“Fuck, no. I don’t plan on fucking anyone else, and I sure as hell hope you don’t plan on it, either,” I answer firmly.

“Ok, then. Well, I’m on the shot,” she informs me. “And I haven’t been with anyone since Jake left. I’m clean. I don’t know the protocol on this whole sex-without-a-condom thing or how it works.” She tries to sound casual, but the slight tremor in her voice betrays her nerves. That, and she closes her eyes to avoid my stare.

“I’ve never gone without one,” I say honestly. I’m never with anyone long enough for it to get that serious. “I’m clean, but I got tested recently. You remember, it was during that time you made my balls swell up to the size of an elephant’s.” I try to alleviate her nerves by lightening up the moment with a reminder of our not-so-distant past shenanigans. It works and she snorts at the memory.

“So, maybe”—she gets closer to me and throws her leg over my hip—“we should try it without one to see if it works?”

“If what works? My cock?” I grip her hip with my hand before I slide it up her back to find the hooks to her bra.

“It’s in the front.” She unclips the bra so her tits spring free. Her pink pebbled nipples are begging to be sucked, so I do just that and take one into my mouth.

Her head pushes back further into the pillow as her neck arches. My cock is hard and ready for round two. She lifts her hips, pushing me to my back with her thigh as she follows me over and climbs on top of me. On her knees, bent over my torso, hands planted in the bed at either side of my head, she positions herself on top of my cock, and slowly, so fucking slowly, she lowers herself onto me. I know, in that moment, that this woman was made for me.