Page 15 of Erotic Temptations 2

He pulled off with a wet pop. “Don’t come yet,” he said. “I want to fuck you first.”

Something about the way he said it, so sure, so needy, made me bite my lip. Maybe the anticipation would kill me, but I wanted to see how far he’d take us.

“Then get up here,” I said, tugging him by his shoulder.

Ryan stood, already peeling off his clothes. The sight was a punch to the gut. He looked even better naked than I’d imagined, his skin golden, muscles flexing, hands trembling just a little. His cock jutted out proudly from a nest of dark hair, leaking at the tip.

I wanted it in my mouth, right now.

He climbed onto the bed, knees bracing on either side of my legs, cock slapping against my thigh as he hovered over me. Our mouths met again, rough and needy, the taste of my own pre-cum still sweet on his lips.

My hands found his back, nails dragging, pulling him in. He groaned, his cock grinding against my stomach, leaving a slick trail.

We both reached for the lube at the same time, laughing when our hands collided.

“Great minds,” I joked, breathing hard.

Ryan squeezed a bead onto his fingers, which was cold against my skin. “Spread your legs.”

I did. He settled between them, hand sliding down to my ass, fingers gliding along the crease. The first touch made me clench, but it was expectation, not nerves.

His mouth never left mine. He pressed a finger in, slow, working me open, the lube slick and easy. The stretch burned but in the best way. I wanted more.

He added a second finger, scissoring, curling up until white heat exploded behind my eyes.

“God, Ryan, right there,” I gasped, writhing under him.

He grinned, pride in every line of his face. “You like that?”

“Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He fingered me until I was practically begging, cock leaking all over my stomach. Each twist, each push deeper, made my body light up.

When he finally pulled out, I almost cried.

He lubed his cock, fist stroking slowly, eyes never leaving my face. He lined up at my hole, the blunt head teasing, pressing, but not pushing in yet.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice nearly gone.

I ground back, answering for both of us.

He slid in, filling me in one long, shuddering thrust. My body clenched around him, desperate and greedy. He held himself still, just letting me feel every inch, every throb of his cock deep inside me.

Heat flushed up my body. I couldn’t think. Didn’t want to think.

Ryan pulled nearly all the way out, then pushed back in, this time a little rougher. The drag and pull sent sparks through me. I arched up, groaning, needing more.

He fucked me slow, steady, each stroke deeper than the last. His hand found my cock, pumping in time, slick with lube and pre-cum. The sensations blended—the stretch, the fullness, the pressure on my dick.

“God, you feel so good,” Ryan said. “Tighter than anything.”

I grinned, breathless. “You’re the biggest fucking show-off.”

He pounded into me, hips smacking my ass, the slap of skin on skin ringing in the small room. The rhythm got faster, fiercer. Every thrust hit my prostate, shooting pleasure straight up my spine.

I knew I wouldn’t last. It was too much, too good, better than anything I'd ever had.

“Gonna come,” I choked out, barely managing to hold on.