Page 61 of His Temptation

He tugged at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. His belt jingled as I unbuckled it. He’d dressed nice for his appointment, but no matter how nice his clothes were, I wanted him out of them. They would look much better on the floor.

“To my room,” I said in between kisses. “Now.”

“I kinda like you bossing me around.”

“Good.” I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him up.

We kissed more and laughed as we made our way to my bedroom, bumping into the wall and hitting furniture. Kissing Cason was so freeing. We were taken with lust, but the mood was still light. There wasn’t any pressure to be something I wasn’t, and I hoped he felt the same.

Once on the bed, I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders as I kissed his neck. I wasted no time taking off his undershirt next, needing him bare-chested against me.

“God, Emery,” he moaned, tangling his fingers in my hair as I licked down his stomach. “I want you to fuck me.”

“I’ve wanted to be balls-deep in you ever since that night at the hotel,” I said, unzipping his pants and tugging them down past his hips.

The sight of him in his boxers, his muscled abdomen stretching as he arched his back, was too fucking sexy. I nipped at his V-line before tracing it with my tongue.

Cason whimpered and guided my head to his groin. He had no shame in letting me know what he wanted.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, gliding my lips across the waistband of his boxers and looking up at him. “Tell me.”

His brow furrowed and he licked his lips. His breathing had kicked up a notch. It took a certain comfortability in yourself to dirty talk, so I understood his hesitation. But then he said, “I want you to suck me.”

Gladly.

I tugged down his boxers, loving how his cock sprang free, hard and ready. It was damn impressive in both length and girth—the best ride of my life. I hoped he still wanted to top after bottoming for the first time, because not having that beautiful dick inside me again would be a shame. But I’d accept his decision either way. Jay had a thing about not bottoming, and I had never pressed him on the matter.

“You want me to suck this hard cock?” I asked, wrapping my hand around the head before licking up the underside of it.

Cason trembled. “Fuck yeah.”

When I slid the tip into my mouth, he sucked in a breath and tightened the hold on my hair. I started a slow up-and-down glide as I massaged his balls with one hand. His thighs quaked as he stilled, not even breathing as he watched me take him deeper into my mouth. I licked down to his balls and suckled one.

“You like that?” I asked, glancing at him as he shut his eyes and groaned.

“Mhm.”

I was so hard I ached, but I put aside my needs and put all my focus on Cason. Touching him where he wanted me. Licking him in places that made him moan. Sucking his cock in a way that had him whimpering and fisting the sheet beneath him.

I yanked his pants the rest of the way down his legs and tossed them, along with his boxers, to the floor. He grinned at me, clearly knowing how bad I wanted him naked. After grabbing the lube from the drawer, I returned between his legs and dribbled a little on my finger. He watched me with an eager expression, lifting his hips a little in the air with the anticipation.

“You ever done this before?” I asked.

“A few times. Sometimes when I jack off, I’ll stick a finger up there.”

“Hard to do yourself, huh?”

He nodded, swallowing noisily.

I smoothed a slick finger across his hole, and he jumped a bit before settling his hips back in place and breathing deeply through his nose.

“Relax,” I said, dropping my head to his inner thigh and kissing him there. I scooted farther down and propped his ass up.

He gave me a questioning look as I lowered my head.

And then I licked the crack of his ass.

“Goddamn, Emery,” Cason gasped.