Page 21 of Divine Temptations

I wrapped my hand around Ethan’s thick shaft and gave the first slow stroke. His head thudded back against the mattress and he let out a sound so guttural it nearly made me come undone.

“You’re shaking,” I said, voice husky. “You scared?”

“Yes,” he said, eyes glassy. “But not of you.”

I kissed him again, deeper this time. Ethan’s hands slid down my back, fingers digging into my skin like maybe I was the only thing keeping him grounded. I slid between his legs and pressed my cock against his, grinding slow and hard. We were both leaking now. Both panting.

“Tell me you want this,” I whispered.

“I want this,” he breathed. “I want you.”

That was it. The floodgates broke.

I slid down his body, my mouth and hands exploring every inch of his skin like it was sacred ground. I wanted to worship him, to make him feel every ounce of desire and adoration that was coursing through me. Ethan groaned as I trailed kisses down his chest, pausing to tease his nipples with my tongue. Hiships bucked when I dipped my tongue into his navel, and his fingers tightened in my hair as I moved lower.

“Jake,” he whispered, voice hoarse with anticipation. I looked up at him, holding his gaze as I wrapped my hand around his cock again. He was rock hard, pulsing in my grip. I leaned in, letting my breath ghost over the tip. His entire body shivered.

“You’re gonna watch me, Ethan,” I said, voice low and commanding. “You’re gonna watch me take you in my mouth, and you’re gonna know that this—us—is the purest fucking thing you’ve ever felt.”

I licked the length of him, slow and deliberate, before taking him fully into my mouth. His taste overwhelmed me. Bitter, sweet, and perfect. His hips lifted off the bed, pushing him deeper into my throat. I took it all, letting him fuck my mouth, letting him learn what he liked, what he needed.

His moans filled the room, raw and unrestrained. I felt his orgasm building, could feel the tension in his thighs, the pulsing of his cock. But I didn’t want him to come yet. I wanted to draw this out, to make him feel everything.

I pulled back, releasing him with a soft pop. His eyes were wild, desperate. “Jake, please,” he begged, hips still moving, chasing the friction.

“Not yet,” I said, grinning darkly. I pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh, then trailed my fingers up his leg, tracing the sensitive skin behind his knee, his inner thigh, the crease of his groin. His breath came in sharp gasps as I teased him, touched him everywhere but where he needed it most.

“Jake,” he whimpered, hips bucking. “Please, I can’t. I need… ”

“I know what you need,” I said, and I grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Slicking my fingers with the gel, I reached down, and found that tight little hole, untouched and trembling. He jerked when I slid one finger in—tense, whimpering—but hedidn’t stop me. He breathed through it like a man who finally learned what he truly wanted.

“You okay?” I asked, lips brushing his temple.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Keep going.”

I did. One finger, then two. He opened for me slow, tight as hell and sweet as sin. And when I brushed his prostate, he cried out, arching into me with this filthy little moan I wanted to hear on repeat.

“You ready for me?” I asked, barely able to breathe.

“Yes,” he said, desperate. “Please, Jake.”

I slicked up my cock, rolled a condom down my length, and pressed the head of it to his entrance. Ethan’s eyes went wide, lips parting, but he didn’t stop me. Just grabbed my hand and held on like I was taking him to the edge of the world.

When I pushed inside, inch by inch, he let out a sound so raw, so guttural, I nearly came on the spot.

“Jesus,” I grunted, burying myself deep. “You feel like heaven.”

He clung to me, panting, overwhelmed, and I gave him a moment to breathe. To adjust. And then I started to move.

Slow at first.

Measured.

But Ethan? He wasn’t some delicate flower. Once the pain shifted to pleasure, he rocked into me like he wanted it rough. Needed it. His fingers dug into my ass, dragging me deeper, and the filthy things coming out of his mouth could’ve set scripture on fire.

“Harder,” he whispered. “Jake, please. Fuck me like you want me.”

I gave it to him. Like I’d waited my whole damn life for this. Our bodies crashed together, sweat slick and burning, and every time I hit that sweet spot inside him, he cried out like I was saving his soul.