Page 19 of Final Temptation (Alpine Peak #2)

Myles and I were moving slowly when it came to our newfound agreement.

As in, we weren’t jumping straight to fucking each other.

I wanted to keep the tension alive while doing the best I could to protect my heart.

I needed to trust that he wouldn’t take advantage of having all of me, just to follow it up by fleeing when he’d had enough.

I had to admit, though, every time Myles and I kissed, I was ready to throw all my morals out the window and rip his clothes off. The urges I had, and how horny I felt, were feelings that were impossible to bury when the guy you kissed on occasion slept in the next room over.

Myles made it a tad bit easier by being out of the house most of the time—busy with work and AA for hours on end. I hated to admit that sometimes, I anticipated him coming home just so we could spend an hour or so together before he went to bed.

Mindlessly scrolling on my phone, the TV on in the background, I pulled up my text thread with Myles.

Me: Hey, just wondering when you’ll be home tonight?

I sent the text without considering where the conversation would go. I read it again, kicking myself for sounding like a needy roommate or, in most recent cases, a needy friend .

Myles: I’ll be home in about twenty. What’s up? Need me to grab something while I’m out?

Good question. What did I need from him that I couldn’t wait until he got home around the same time as he always did? You need his help relieving some of the tension flowing through your body, that’s what, Sophie.

I typed out a couple different responses, erasing one after the other. I had no fucking clue what to say, or why I even texted him in the first place.

Me: Well, you see, I’m in need of a towel…

I thought back to the look on his face when he last saw me naked, when I dropped my towel for him. The need between my legs only grew deeper.

Myles: You need a towel…?

Jesus, Sophie. Make it make sense.

I began to panic—Myles was going to be home any minute now.

Frantically, I stood up from the couch, ran to the bathroom, and quickly started running a bubble bath for myself.

I took every towel in sight, throwing every last one in the washer.

Running back to my room, I stripped my clothes off my body, tossing them in my laundry hamper.

As I made my way back to the bathroom, my eyes landed on my bedside table.

An evil smirk grew as an idea came to mind. I shuffled back toward my end table, opened the drawer, and retrieved my favorite sex toy—the water-friendly one, of course.

Closing the bathroom door behind me, I settled into the warm bath water, a relaxed sigh escaping my mouth and goosebumps dancing across my skin as the relaxation sank in.

I snagged my phone off the edge of the tub, texting Myles back.

Me: I guess this time it was me who messed up and forgot to put the towels back… I’m in the bathtub, with no way to dry off.

Only a minute or two passed when I heard the sound of the front door unlocking.

With no idea if he’d read my text yet, I sat still in the water, listening for any sound of Myles on the other side of the door.

My breathing was at a complete standstill when his footsteps grew louder, approaching the bathroom door.

Knock, knock. Two quiet taps thumped against the door, followed by a deep voice.

“Soph, I have your towel.” I pushed the bubbles from the front of the tub toward my chest so my tits were covered.

“Come in!” I enticed him in my most seductive voice.

“Um. Do you want me to just toss it in, or…?” He sounded confused.

“Myles, I want you to come in,” I answered confidently.

Sitting in the tub, my tanned legs poked out, with my upper body sinking deeper into the water. The bubbles would only last so long. Eventually, they would fizzle out, and all that would be left was the clear water, showing off every curve of my naked body.

The squeak of the door echoed throughout the quiet bathroom. Myles stepped in, two towels in hand.

“I didn’t know if you needed one for your hair too,” he choked, his eyes roaming over my body, staring so hard you’d think he was trying to activate X-ray vision.

“Thank you. You can just put those over the rack.” I pointed to the empty towel rack. The way my arm moved shifted the bubbles just enough that my boobs were slightly exposed in a way they weren’t before.

After hanging the towels, Myles stood still with his hands buried in his pockets next to the tub like he was in quicksand, unable to move.

His eyes shifted to the red rose sitting on the edge of the bathtub, then back to me, his stare turning heavy with need.

I could read Myles like a book. He wanted me.

I mean, fuck, I wanted him too. But he was respecting me, letting me call the shots.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt you in the middle of…something.” His heavy gaze continued to travel back and forth between me and my toy.

“Not at all. I hadn’t even started yet.” I grabbed the toy, feeling bold.

“What are you going to do with that, Sophie?” he asked, his voice growing rough.

My fingers rubbed against the soft, silicone texture, playing with the power switch. My body was screaming at me, begging for me to flip the switch and hold it against my throbbing clit.

“Do you want to watch?” I lowered the red toy beneath the water.

“Only if I can have a front row seat,” he demanded, sitting on the floor by the edge of the tub.

The bubbles that once stood high in the water slowly evaporated. I swiped any lingering suds that clung to my body away, each intimate part of me on display.

God, he looks so desperate for me.

His blue eyes turned dark, like the ocean.

Light brown locks were disheveled under a backward trucker hat, and his cock was already straining behind his dark blue jeans.

My gaze roamed over every inch of him, and I didn’t even need Myles naked to get off on the way he looked.

His stare and presence alone would be enough to get the job done.

“Where do you want me to use it first?” I asked, offering him an ounce of control.

“Your tits.” His answer was immediate. In a way, it seemed like he had already played this entire scene out in his mind.

I reveled in his knowledge when it came to this particular toy.

He knew it was a toy that imitated a man’s mouth on your nipples or your clit.

A toy that would make you close your eyes, imagining it was him nipping and sucking at your most sensitive parts.

Maybe there are perks to his experience.

Instead of saying anything back to him, I followed his direction.

My thumb had been hovering over the on button for what seemed like minutes.

Finally, I pressed down, the vibrations coming to life.

I could feel my pussy throbbing, reacting to the sound, and I was eager to have it latch right onto my clit, sucking it into another universe.

Before I got too ahead of myself, I had Myles’ request to fulfill. I hovered the device over one of my nipples, the vibration on the lowest pressure. I needed to work myself up to anything higher than level one.

The suction latched on to my nipple, and my back instantly arched at the sensation. I gazed up at Myles, noticing his palm gripping the bulge behind his jeans. My teeth sank into my lower lip at the thought of him, rock hard, watching me touch myself.

I didn’t think my nipples could get any harder than they were.

“Does that feel good, Princess?” Myles asked, his grip tightening over his cock.

“So good. I’m imagining it’s your mouth on me.” My face blushed at the dirty talk.

“It can be, you know; I can easily reach over this ledge and fuck you with my fingers while I have my mouth on your tits.” His words were filthy, and I was eating up every single one of them.

I moved the pleasure to my other nipple.

“As tempting as that is, Rebel, watching you squirm gets me so hot.” My hand curved over my inner thigh, finding the wetness between my legs.

“You enjoy torturing me, Soph?” His eyes lowered, finding my fingers toying with my clit.

More than anything.

I nodded.

The suction on my tit was almost too much; I needed to feel this same sensation between my legs.

“Use the toy on your pussy baby, I want to see you come undone.”

My breath was already picking up, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on.

As I moved the rose below the water to my aching core, Myles stood up.

What is he doing?

He watched me intently, his eyes never straying from the toy.

Releasing his hand from his jean-covered cock, his fingers inched toward the button.

Quickly, he unfastened it, followed by the zipper.

I could see the relief wash over his face as he gave his cock more breathing room.

I had yet to see him behind his clothes, and in this moment, I was pleading inside my head, wishing he would tear his boxers down.

As if he read my mind, he gripped his cock inside his boxers and asked, “Is this what you want?”

“ Yes ,” I let out in a breathy moan, the toy still sucking me in all the right places. I needed to occupy my other hand so I wouldn’t be tempted to grab hold of him.

My fingers crawled back up my chest, toying with my tits as he lowered his boxers. With just a dusting of hair at the base, his cock jutted out, in all its massive glory. I could see just how swollen his head was, begging for release.

His hand moved over his tip, using the bead of precum to stroke himself up and down, torturously slow.

His head fell back for a brief moment, only long enough to bask in the enjoyment for a few seconds before his eyes flew back to my body.

God, the way his hand moved over his cock, he was so confident.

So, fucking hot.

Completely in control of how good he could make himself feel.

My eyes were glued to his hand, each stroke making me wetter, making me salivate.

If I had to guess, we both got off on torturing each other—both fully committed to making ourselves finish, while our gazes were dead set on hands that were not our own.

The craving to give in to my impulsive desires, to feel him in my hands, in my mouth, was overwhelming, taking an amount of restraint I didn’t even think I was capable of showing.

With one hand still stroking his cock, the other reached out to the tiled wall. He hovered over me, watching each movement of mine with precision as I pinched my nipples and pleasured myself under water.

“Dial up the intensity on that thing, Soph. I’m seconds away from exploding, and I need you there with me.” Doing as I was told, I skipped over levels two and three, going directly for four.

My heart rate picked up immediately. I plucked at my nipple, relishing in every ounce of pain I inflicted on myself. “Oh my God, it feels so fucking good, Myles.”

I was on the edge.

“I’m almost there, baby; I’m going to come on your tits. Stop me now if you don’t want that.” God, that was incredibly hot. No way in hell was I going to stop him. If anything, it helped me inch closer and closer to the brink.

Watching his hand move over his cock, faster and faster, his body standing above mine was all I needed to finish.

“Fuck, Myles. I’m coming,” I moaned as I squeezed my nipple even tighter.

My clit was throbbing as my insides tightened.

Every part of my body stiffened when I came with my toy still attached to me, eventually becoming all too sensitive.

Releasing the toy, I set it aside and tipped my head back to catch my breath. With my mouth parted, you’d have no idea if I was panting from the orgasm that just crashed through me or if some part of me hoped his release would touch my tongue.

I could tell he was close, right on the edge.

It was his turn now.

His legs shook, only seconds away from shattering. I puffed my chest out from the water, ready to catch his load. With each pass of his hand over his cock, a loud grunt escaped him. “Fuck, I’ve never seen anything so goddamn sexy in my life,” he said through labored grunts.

Now that my hands were free from the vibrator, I could use them both to touch my chest, teasing him until he finished all over me.

I continued giving him a show, relishing how he came apart for me.

“Coming,” he forced out.

Pushing my tits together, he aimed right at them, covering me with himself.

“ Fuck .” He dragged the word out.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head briefly but instantly snapped back when he caught me swiping at a drop of his cum with my finger. Scooping it up, I licked it off like frosting from a cupcake.

“Mmm…” I moaned with my mouth closed around the tip of my finger, the salty taste of him melting on my tongue.

“Jesus Christ, Sophie.” He licked his lips, pulling up his boxers and sitting on the edge of the tub, trying his best to catch his breath.

How was it possible that Myles just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and he hadn’t even touched me?