A Game Of Temptation

LAURA

My body must have forgotten what it was like to have him inside it because my walls clamped down on him like a vise, his length inside me, deep and pulsing. The fit was so tight, I could feel his heartbeat like it was my own.

He was so big, it was a just on the verge of being painful. I rose on my toes to make the ache bearable, hoping that it would make him slide a few inches out of me at least, but then his grip on my hip tightened and he pulled me back down, at the same time thrusting, and I realised with a startled moan, that I hadn’t taken all of him before.

Now, he was fully inside me.

He was so deep, I swear I could feel him in my stomach. And the fact that he hadn’t let me get away-that he’d pinned me down when I tried to run and shoved his remaining inches inside me-was the perfect aphrodisiac as it sent a rush of wetness to my pussy, making it easier for him to move and for me to breathe. I still felt him, big and hard inside me, but it didn’t feel like he was cutting off my air supply anymore.

“Sweet Christ, Laura, you feel like sin,” Alex let out in a strangled voice. “Look like it too,” he added. “Open your eyes.”

I wasn’t even aware my eyes were closed until he asked me to open them. I suppose intense pleasure could do that to a person.

Opening my eyes turned out to be a chore. My lids felt like two lead weights and it took me almost an hour to get them to open. When I did, it was to face the mirror-to face our reflection.

His eyes were hooded, his pupils dilated. His face was flushed, perspiration dotting his upper lip-a dead giveaway that he his hold on control was slipping fast.

Even in my heels, he was still far taller than me and the fact that we were both still fully clothed-save for my jeans around my ankles-made it even hotter. I clamped down on him and he gave a sharp involuntary jerk of his hips, groaning. I moaned.

“You’re going to make me lose my damn mind.”

With great effort, I lifted my head to meet his eyes in the mirror. “That’s the plan.”

A pained look entered his eyes right before he snapped his hips forward, hitting me hard and deep and causing a gasp to fall from my lips. “Well then, I’ve got good news for you; It’s fucking working.” Then he gathered my hair in his hand-hair that had taken me close to an hour to get the curls right-fisted it, then pulled my head back so that I wouldn’t have any choice but to watch our reflection as he fucked me.

I guess the time for talking was over because from then on, only the sound of his hips smacking against my ass could be heard in the otherwise silent room. The sound was so obscene, what we were doing so fucking dirty, it made me wetter.

I wasn’t even sure he’d locked the stall when he came in. Anyone could just walk in right now and catch us and we’d be fucked-no pun intended-but I couldn’t find it in me to give a quarter of a fuck right now.

I couldn’t find it in me to do anything but grab onto the sink as he slammed into me over and over again. I’d asked him to make it hard, but I hadn’t been prepared for sex this hard. Each thrust had my hipbones hitting the marble sink almost painfully, bringing him inside me so fucking deep.

But then he bent his knees and thrusted upward, changing the angle, and I swear to God, I saw stars right then.

“Oh s-s-shit,” I stuttered, my eyes crossing and sliding closed. My walls fluttered around him as that familiar build up hit me, the tension growing and coiling tighter until I thought I was going to snap. “I’m going to come,” I whispered, my hands, slick with sweat, slipping on the sink. “I’m going to come, Alex, I-”

He yanked my head back with his grip on my hair and my eyes flew open instantly. “Eyes on me when you come.”

Oh, fuck. This bossy side of him turned me on to an insane degree.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Helplessly, I held his eyes in the mirror despite how hard it was to keep them open. Even though a tiny part of my brain that was still functioning, realised that this was a dangerously intimate thing to do. And, hell, at this new angle, he went in so bloody deep, each thrust came with a truckload of pleasure and a tiny pinch of pain.

That combination-along with the crazed look in his eyes-was what sent me over the edge. That tightly coiled ball snapped and liquid heat spiralled through me.

Alex had to clamp his palm over my mouth to stop me from screaming the bloody roof down, and the orgasm was so intense, I bit on his palm.

My legs lost what remained of their strength and I had to lean on the sink in order not to collapse on the floor.

Alex punched into me once, twice, thrice then he stilled, and I felt his release, warm and sticky, shoot into me. He thrusted through his release, groaning and leaving a trail of wet kisses at the base of my neck.

Spent, he sagged forward, dropping his face into my neck and flicking his tongue back and forth over the skin there.

“You up for round two?”

Shocked, I looked up, only to see that his eyes were light with amusement. “Fiend.”

His breaths tickled my neck as he laughed.

Well, whaddya know?

The man was even prettier when sated.

Fuck my life.