Page 2 of Alex (Men of Forbidden Temptation #4)

My stranger.

He walks towards me and takes a seat on the rock beside me. “I figured I’d find you here again.”

Why is he being friendly?

“I’ll be fine here.”

A part of me doesn’t want him to leave. I want him to stay here and help keep my mind off my shitty life.

“Maybe I don’t want to leave you alone.”

My heart leaps in my chest, like it was waiting for him to say something like that. I glance his way, not knowing what I expect to see, but not expecting to find sadness in his eyes.

The sight breaks my heart.

Why is he so sad?

Why did he leave his party and his friends to come sit next to me ?

My hands reach out towards him as I feel a tug in my heart to kiss his sadness away.

He stiffens as I scoot closer to him, needing to press my body against his. Needing to feel anything but the overwhelming sadness that’s coursing through my veins.

After a few moments, his body relaxes into mine as his arms wrap around my waist. He pulls me onto his lap, eliciting a moan from deep inside my body as my core lands on his erection.

I thread my fingers through his long strands of hair as his hands trail up my back and pull me closer.

Just for tonight, I can forget about my problems and be whoever I want to be. I can be whoever he needs me to be.

My hips grind against his as our tongues duel. The bitterness of his beer still lingers on his lips. My tongue tastes him like he’s the elixir of my life.

Like he’s the answer to all my problems.

I sit back, breaking off the kiss before things get too heated. “Wait, what’s your name?”

He looks at me through hooded eyes, confused. “Why?”

I smirk. “So I know what name to scream when you make me cum.”

His eyes widen as his brain slowly processes what I just said. I run my fingers up the ridges of his abs to the smooth pecs of his chest.

His voice deepens, as if it’s taking all his focus to tell me his name. “Alex. ”

I lean forward and resume our kiss, eager to get to the better part of the evening.

His hands make their way up the front of my shirt and under my bra. He squeezes my breasts before rolling my nipples between his fingers.

“Oh, fuck.” I cry out as pleasure shoots down my spine.

The way he’s massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples is almost enough to make me cum, but I’d never let him know.

He pushes my bra up and tucks my shirt under the band to give him easier access. Leaning forward, he wraps his lips around the stiff peak.

His tongue swipes across my nipple, teasing it until my hips buck against his. He moves onto the other one, giving it just as much attention as the last one.

“God, you have the most perfect nipples I’ve ever seen.”

His compliment makes me blush. No one has ever said anything like that to me before.

“Perfect nipples.” He repeats before trailing his hands down my sides to grip my ass.

“Perfect ass.” He kisses my neck while squeezing my ass and dragging my core along his cock.

It’s straining against the fabric of his swimming trunks and, by the feel of things, he’s not lacking in that department.

“Perfect lips.” He murmurs before crashing his lips to mine .

I get lost in the moment and let the pleasure be my guide. Hands grasp at clothing, removing the items as if they are on fire. His thumb finds my clit and circles it, bringing pleasure down to my wet slit.

I impulsively rock my hips, dragging my pussy along his cock, letting my juices coat his shaft. I shouldn’t be doing this with a stranger, especially unprotected, but there’s something about him that makes me want to be reckless.

With the moon shining above, I bite the corner of my lip and look at him, unsure if I can touch him. Sure, it might be silly considering the state that we are in, but I wait for his answer.

He nods his head, granting me permission to do as I want.

I smear the tiny drop that has gathered on the tip before wrapping my hand around his shaft. His hips thrust his cock into my fist, and I let out a soft moan.

I want to stay here all night, naked and stroking him, but he has plans of his own.

He reaches into his pocket and grabs a condom, expertly tearing open the wrapper, and sliding it down his length before lifting me up and placing me just above his hard rod.

I should probably tell him what’s on my mind, but I don’t. There’s no point in ruining the mood with the truth about me still being a virgin.

I dig my nails into the flesh of his chest as I slowly and cautiously lower myself onto him. His thumb rubs faster over my clit with each inch I take of him.

When he’s fully seated inside of me, I let out a soft sigh.

He’s bigger than I thought, and his cock stretches my walls to their breaking point. There’s a slight sting as I try to get used to him, but I’m impatient.

I need more.

Raising myself up and sinking back down onto his shaft, I watch as his eyes darken. He’s enjoying this as much as I am.

He lets me control the pace for a few moments as my walls tighten around him.

When a small orgasm ripples through me, his hands grip my hips and hold me still as he thrusts up into me.

His pace is bruising and relentless as his cock spears me, almost as if he wants me to scream his name.

I lean my head back and look up at the moon as his mouth attacks my nipple. His teeth rake along the sensitive skin before clamping down.

“Shit!” I wince in pain, but the pain slowly turns to pleasure.

It’s alluring and enticing. I want more.

Pushing my breasts closer to his face, he bites down on the other nipple as his nails dig into my ass and his cock continues to drive my orgasm closer .

“Fuck, yes.” I moan as his lips make their way up to my neck.

His teeth lightly nip at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. My walls squeeze him as the edges of my vision fade and I scream out his name.

“Alex!”

Waves of pleasure crash into me as my walls tighten around him, wanting him to feel the same pleasure as I’m feeling.

His thumb continues to circle my clit, eager to keep me riding my high as he tries desperately to reach the end of his tightrope.

A few thrusts later, he groans and stills as his cock twitches before spilling himself into the condom.

My pussy quakes with aftershocks of pleasure. I lean forward and rest my head on his chest as I try to remember how to breathe.

Inhale.

Exhale.

That only seems to fill my lungs with his masculine scent. It’s intoxicating and overwhelming. I press my lips to his, needing to taste him again.

His hand wraps itself in my hair as he takes a deep breath. His cock twitches inside of me in its semi-hard state.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there’s no way he’s ready to go again, but based on the smirk that he’s giving me, it’s going to be a long and pleasurable night.

And I’ll be screaming his name more than once.