Page 63 of His Temptation

So I went deeper. Once the tip of my cock broke past the ring of muscle and his ass pulled me in farther, I groaned, as did he. Goddamn, he was tight. And so perfect.

“Emery,” he said on a moan, digging his nails into my lower back. “You feel so fucking good.”

I pulled back a little before going in deeper, then back and forward again. Rocking into him nice and slow. I’d heard Cason’s sex moans before, but these were new. And goddamn if they didn’t get my motor racing even more, propelling me forward over and over, fucking him just like he begged me to.

“Harder,” he said. “Shit. Rightthere.”

He was already close, and I hadn’t even touched his dick yet. But me nudging his prostate had him clinging onto me and murmuring incoherently. The only words I understood werefuckandJesus.Which normally shouldn’t ever be in the same sentence, but sex did that to people. Correction:greatsex did that to people.

And it was fucking amazing.

I adjusted my position, sitting up on my knees as I continued thrusting into his tight ass. He watched me through heavy lids, a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth. As I took hold of his cock and gave him a long pull, he arched his back and moaned, not taking those beautiful eyes off me.

The moment he started to shudder and his ass clenched around me, I grabbed his hips with both hands and pounded into him faster. Ribbons of white shot from his cock and landed on his sexy stomach as he whimpered through his orgasm.

“Shit,” I hissed, my rhythm faltering as pressure built in my balls. Just a few more thrusts and—holy fuck, I was coming so hard I saw spots in my vision. “God, Cason.”

“Mm.” Cason tugged me harder into him. “Let me milk your cock.”

I bit the top of his shoulder as my orgasm drew on, and he sucked my earlobe—a damn weak spot of mine he’d found shortly after we’d started fucking over a week ago.

Once the waves of pleasure had receded, I collapsed on him and pressed my face to his throat, trying to catch my breath. He glided his fingers through my hair and worked on his breathing too. Our sweaty chests stuck together, and the semen on his stomach would dry and probably cement us together if we didn’t get up and wash up. But I was too spent to move at the moment.

“How was it?” I asked.

The light laugh that left him was a bit hoarse. “You really need to ask? I came so hard I traveled to a different dimension.”

“Time travel orgasms.” My softening dick slipped from his ass, and I had enough strength to roll to the side. “I should add that to my profile.”

“On the hookup app?” Cason faced me. “I didn’t know you were still checking it.”

“I’m not,” I said, curious why a sudden shadow passed over his face at the mention of it. “Are you?”

“No.” He looked away. “Been with you almost every day. Didn’t see a point.”

“Same.”

I felt there was more neither of us were saying. Yes, we’d spent every night, apart from one, together since we’d started hooking up. But it wasn’t lack of time that had me uninterested in talking to other guys.

I didn’t want any of them.

Did Cason feel the same about me?

I nearly asked him, but I stopped myself right as I opened my mouth. A question like that wasn’t fling protocol. Because it might lead to something more, and that would be breaking my own rules.

“I’m going to clean up,” I said, sitting up and getting out of bed.

He stayed silent as I went into the bathroom and started a shower. Once the water was warm, I stepped inside the tub and closed the curtain. The heat and steam helped relax the muscles in my neck that had tensed back up at the realization that I might be feeling more for Cason. That I might not want just a summer with him.

As I stood beneath the stream of water, one hand on the wall and hanging my head, I heard the curtain rustle, and a small rush of cool air hit my skin as it opened. Cason closed it and put his arms around me from behind, kissing the center of my back.

“A shower sounded too good to ignore,” he murmured against my skin.

“Do you feel okay?”

“I’m sore,” he answered. “But I’ll live.”

I turned to face him and cupped his cheek, bringing our lips together. Kissing him… it did something crazy to my chest.