Page 28 of Erotic Temptations 1

Somehow, I doubted that. He had no idea how close I’d come to getting caught mid-wank session. Or maybe he did. Maybe he could smell it on my skin. The thought sent a jolt through my cock, which only made the pillow situation worse.

I risked a sip of Sprite, which promptly fizzed up my nose. Classy. I covered my mouth, coughing, and Gabe’s smile only got wider.

“Good?” he asked.

I didn’t think he was talking about my soda.

“Everything’s good,” I said, a slight squeak to my voice.

He stepped in, took my plate, and set it to the side. I couldn’t move, not if I wanted to keep my secrets, but when he stood over me, looking down, the world dropped away. His hands braced on either side of my shoulders, caging me in with his body.

Then he kissed me. No warning, just his mouth pressing down on mine, slow and deep, like he wanted to taste every inch.

I gasped, lips parting, and his tongue slipped in. He tasted like coffee and dinner, something easy and familiar. My whole body buzzed. My hands dug into the pillow, knuckles white as I tried not to collapse.

It was like my fantasy had stepped out of my head and taken physical form. This couldn’t be real.

Gabe pulled back, barely a breath away. “You want this…” It was a statement, not a question.

My breath hitched. “If I say no, you’ll probably have to call an ambulance.”

He laughed and kissed me again, harder this time, and my head spun. His hand touched the pillow, and before I could stop him, he tugged it to the side.

My erection was front and center. Underwear did nothing to hide how hard I was.

His eyes stayed on me. “Looks like you’ve been waiting for me.”

I was so aroused it almost hurt. “You have no idea.”

Gabe dropped to his knees on the floor, right in front of me. My heart nearly stopped. Then he pulled the waistband of my underwear down, exposing my cock.

I was hard, the tip wet with pre-cum, slick from earlier. He didn’t hesitate. His hand curled around the base, and he stroked once, slow, then leaned in and dragged his tongue over the head.

Fuck, I nearly blacked out.

He sucked me in, mouth hot and wet, lips sealed tightly around my cock. I tipped my head back and moaned, every muscle in my body tensed and straining toward him. He bobbed his head, slow and steady, building up pressure with every pass. His tongue swirled around the crown, teasing the slit. I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing his hair, just to anchor myself to reality.

He looked up, eyes locked on me, and that alone nearly finished me off.

“Fuck, Gabe, you’re gonna make me come,” I choked out.

He moaned around my cock, vibrations running straight through my body. His hand pumped me in rhythm with his mouth, working every inch. The pressure was unreal, heat flooding every inch of me. I lost all control, thrusting weakly, desperate for more.

He slowed down, lips trailing up and down, tongue flicking the underside, like he was worshiping my cock.

He licked and sucked like the flavor of my cock was all he’d wanted from the second he walked in. I thrust into his mouth, unable to hold back, my fingers threading tighter through his hair. Swollen lips moved up and down my shaft, dragging obscene sounds out of me. I’d never been anyone’s priority before, not like this—not the way Gabe made me feel, like the act of taking me apart was the only thing on his schedule.

Pressure coiled low in my gut. Every pass of his lips pulled a whimper from me. Fuck, I was right at the edge, and he just kept at it, mouth hungry, hand stroking me to the same rhythm. His warm, slippery tongue worked the slit, circling, teasing. My entire body locked up.

“Gabe,” I begged. “Fuck, don’t stop. Please don’t.”

He didn’t. He sped up, milked every twitch out of me and drank down everything I gave him, lips locked firm around my cock, throat flexing as I shot deep. I cried out, vision blurring. My orgasm stretched on and on, until I was completely limp, boneless, sprawled across the bed with my head thrown back.

He pulled off slowly, licking the tip for the last drops, like he was savoring me. Numbers and words scattered in my brain. It almost hurt how good it was.

The first thing I saw when my vision returned was Gabe’s eyes on me, smug and dark. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then acted like he hadn’t just blown my mind. “Dinner’s getting cold.”

Smartass.