A Game Of Temptation

I could’ve bet my last dollar that I heard the sound of a door closing in hurry-and a huge part of me believed that it was Balery who must have been spying on us since the moment we arrived-but thankfully, as Alex walked up the stairs with me in his arms, we didn’t run into anyone. Not even Drew or Jake.

At least I didn’t have to worry about explaining to anyone why I had my limbs wrapped around him like a fucking octopus.

“What are you thinking?”

I looked up and saw that Alex had his eyes straight ahead as he climbed up the stairs, as they had been since we entered the house, so how was it possible that he’d managed to know that I was thinking?

“I’m not,” I lied.

“You are,” he countered, and I could see us going on like this if I didn’t do something about it.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Plus, were we even supposed to be talking when we should be fucking instead?

“How do you know that I’m thinking?”

“I can literally hear you,” he purred and an involuntary shiver swept through me. His voice was deep and husky, and when he was turned on, it dropped octaves lower and became even more sexier. With the way he held me, my head was resting on his shoulder and whenever he spoke, his voice drifted across me like smoke. It kept me in a constant state of arousal and I couldn’t wait for us to get to the room. His or mine, I didn’t particularly care.

“Laura?” He pressed when I still didn’t say anything.

The walk up to the room was beginning to turn into a very long and boring one, so to take his mind off questioning me and back where it should be, I snaked one arm around his head, shoved it into his hair and kissed him.

He groaned into my mouth, the sound a cross between surprise and annoyance, but he kissed me back and his hands dropped to my ass to hold me more firmly against him. Like this, with my dress hiked up to my hips and little-to-no-space between us, his hard cock pressed against my core deliciously and, God, to know that I was finally going to have him inside me after wanting him for such a long time.

I didn’t know how he did it but he somehow managed to walk the remaining distance to the room without taking his mouth off mine and before I knew it, I was on a bed, my hair spread out around me. His eyes roved over my body slowly as though he had all the time in the world and he planned on using every second of it until it was up. His eyes didn’t leave my body still as he backed away to the door and locked it.

When he started undressing, I sat up so that I could watch.

Okay, I wasn’t even going to pretend. Alex was hands down the hottest man I had ever met. He was big, ripped and just the right amount of muscular without being too bulky, and it was just painfully obvious that he kept his body in shape. Considering that a lot of guys let themselves go when they started to get rich, but he took out time to keep fit still-because a person didn’t get to look the way he did without spending hours at the gym-earned him points in my book.

“There’s no such thing as your eyes, Laura.” Alex jerked off his cufflinks like they had somehow wronged him, then proceeded to drag his inner white shirt off, his eyes hooded and jaws clenched tight. “You have no idea what they do to me. No fucking idea, else you wouldn’t look at me whenever we’re not alone.”

“Tell me,” I breathed, leaning back to rest my weight on my hands.

Finally extricating his hands from the sleeves of his shirt, he tossed it to join his jacket on the couch, then he began working on his belt as he made his way over to me in slow, purposeful strides.

And me? I couldn’t decide on where to look at on his body.

His scowling face was flushed with lust and so fucking gorgeous, I wanted to draw him so that I could keep that expression forever, immortalising him. But then my eyes went down his neck and the way his beautifully tanned skin shone, made me want to go over to him and trace the ridges in his abdomen with my tongue.

Yet, then I dragged my eyes even lower and when I saw the outline of his cock, I decided that was what I wanted my mouth on instead. It was so hard, running down the length of his thigh so obscenely, it brought the dirtiest things to mind. Dragging-yes, dragging because I didn’t want to stop staring at him-my eyes back to his, I saw that the heat had quadrupled in his eyes and he was standing so close to me now.

I spread my legs automatically to create space for him and he dropped to his haunches between them. He lifted one hand and pushed my hair behind my ear, running his index finger down my face while his thumb traced my lips. My tongue darted out and flicked at his finger, causing him to suck in a surprised breath.

He shoved his thumb into my mouth just a tad and my panties grew wetter as I wrapped my lips around it and sucked, swirling my tongue around the finger for good measure. His nostrils flared and he yanked his thumb out, replacing his tongue with it in a searing kiss that had me letting go of the bed to wrap my hands around him.

Again, he didn’t let the kiss last. He nibbled on the sides of my mouth before pulling back and meeting my eyes. “You have the most expressive eyes. When you look at me, I can tell what you’re thinking. With one look into your eyes, I have a good knowledge of what’s going on inside your head and it’s uncomfortable at times, but it is the only reason I’m still here.” His eyes turned distant as they followed his index finger running down my side. “They tell me what your mouth is too scared to say, and they’re why I haven’t given up just yet. Why I’m still here in this room right now.”

His words were a bit cryptic but if I dug deeper, I would find out that they probably weren’t so hard to understand in the first place. I just didn’t want to try to understand them.

This should just be what it was. He didn’t have to try to make it into something more with some carefully crafted words.

Except that I had asked him to tell me what my eyes did to him, hadn’t I?

Yes.

Yes, I had. I’d made my bed, but who said I had to lie on it?

Reaching between us, I worked the button in his pants then pulled the zipper down. The slow hiss of it in the otherwise silent room made my blood boil with the promise of what was to come. Of what we were about to do.

This was finally going to happen.

After pulling his zipper down, I dipped my hand in, my head falling back on a moan when I felt him; hard. So bloody hard. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked him through his briefs. Once, twice, before I decided that it wouldn’t do.

His ragged breathing in my ears spurred me on and I pushed at his hands digging into the bed on either sides of me. He grumbled in protest before letting me go and when he did, I turned until I was standing behind him and just like I’d known that he would, he turned and sat on the bed to watch me, anticipating my next move.

Those molten green eyes tracked my every movement, not missing a single thing as I gripped the hem of my gown in both hands, and dragged it up and over my head. Since he pocketed my panties earlier-and since I was not wearing a bra-it meant that I was standing in front of him naked and it was obviously too much for him to bear, yet he still managed to keep his ass on the bed.

How was this man so controlled?

At other times, I might find it admirable and hot as hell. I might even envy him of it-but not now. Not when the reins had been snatched out of my hands and I didn’t have control of what happened anymore.

Not when I was so completely out of my mind with lust that I felt like I would die if he didn’t put his hands on me this fucking moment.

If I was lost to pleasure, then it was only fair that he should be too. I didn’t want him holding back.

I could run in four inch heels and I’d never been scared of falling, but my desire made my legs wobbly and I could barely put one foot in front of the other as I made my way to him in my black heels.

His hand darted out to cup my breast when I reached him, giving it a firm squeeze, and even though lust coiled tighter inside me at the touch, I pushed him back on the bed with my index finger and there wasn’t much opposition this time.

Guess he was more willing to co-operate when I was in my birthday suit.

“Scoot up.”

His eyes narrowed-probably over the fact that I was giving him orders and the alpha male in him was dying to take charge-and he watched me silently for a long minute before he did as I asked.

I didn’t waste any time at all.

Crawling up until I was straddling his thighs, I went to work on getting his pants off. I was so distracted by the delicious swell in his briefs that I let the pants hang around his knees before crawling back to my position.

“Laura…” The voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief, hope, doubt. “What are you doing?”

Hooking my hands into the waistband of his underwear, I met his eyes and said, “I want you in my mouth.”

His eyes flared and he sucked in a stunned breath, pushing up on his elbows to… what? Stop me?

It was too late because I’d freed his cock already and my mouth watered at the sight of it. At the thick, prominent veins that ran down the length of him. He felt like steel in my hand and at the same time, he felt velvety smooth.

“Baby,” Alex pulled my eyes to him again and I shuddered-in pleasure?-at the name. “You don’t have to-fuck.”

My head lowered and I took him into my mouth.