Page 45 of Indulging Temptation (Tempting the Heart #1)

“Ssh,” I whisper, grabbing hold of his belt. “We don’t have much time.”

We work in unison, with me undoing his belt buckle, and him lowering his zipper, and us both working together to shimmy his pants down until they are at his ankles.

“Are you sure?” he asks, voice raspy and full of need.

I eye the drip of pre-cum wetting his boxers. I extend my tongue, licking over the fabric, while keeping my gaze on him. “Mhm.” I hum, feeling his legs shake from the vibration of my mouth. “Let me help you relax so you can go out there and kick some ass.”

His pierced tongue swipes at his lips. “Fuck,” he drawls. “How can I say no to that?”

“Easy. Don’t.”

My fingertips skim the waistband of his boxers, as I continue to tease him with my mouth hovering over his concealed bulge.

“Fuck,” he says again, this time whimpering, becoming more undone by the second. “That feels so fucking good.”

A grin sweeps across my face. “How? I’m not doing anything to you yet.”

Sucking in a breath, he bites down on his tongue piercing. “Your mouth is near my cock. Your hands are on my body. I have you all to myself. What do you mean you aren’t doing anything yet? Just seeing you on your knees for me is enough to make me come for you.”

His words travel to my core, causing a heated flutter to emerge between my thighs. “Oh yeah? How badly do you want to come for me?”

“So bad,” he whimpers, and his deep baritone ricochets to my pussy.

“You like how I look on my knees for you?”

“Mhm,” he pants. “You look so pretty like that.”

I brush my teeth ever so gently against the outline of his cock that’s now raised from the fabric of his boxers. “Even when I’m teasing you?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes up at him, purposely being flirtatious, secretly loving that I’ve barely begun and he’s already a whimpering mess.

He sucks in a breath, before a dramatic sigh flows freely. “Fuck yes. Even when you’re teasing me. Especially then.”

I apply slight pressure to his cock with my teeth. Not to bite him. I would never. But it’s just enough that I really have his attention, and from how hard he is, I think it’s safe to say he’s enjoying it.

“Fuck, mama, please,” he begs as my fingertips dance their way over to the waistband of his boxers and stay there.

“ Please . I don’t care what you do. Bite it if you want to. Do whatever, but please, take my boxers off and let me feel those pretty lips of yours on my bare cock.”

Hunger fills me. The moment I’ve fantasized about has finally arrived, and I get to have Tino’s cock all to myself.

I decide to end the tease and yank down his boxers.

The two of us have been edged enough, and time is definitely not on our side right now.

Though before I take him, or attempt to, into my mouth, because holy shit is he huge, I can’t help but to stare at his erect cock…

admiring it. Taking in every detail. Studying every vein that runs through the beyond impressive expanse of it.

Hands down, he’s the biggest I’ve ever dealt with.

And the first pierced cock I’ve ever seen in person.

I’ve read about pierced men in my romance books that I love, but to see one in person is next level.

I flick my tongue at his pierced tip, alternating between the two barbells that cross it, and as my hand adheres to his shaft, I notice another smaller barbell underneath nearing his balls.

“That’s it. Be my good girl and make a mess with that pretty lipstick you know I like.”

“Oh, you mean like this?” I move my lips from his tip to his base, planting a kiss on it, hard enough that my lipstick transfers.

“Fuck yes. Atta girl. Make a mess all over your cock.”

My tongue stops teasing him for a second. “My cock?”

He groans. “Goddamn, you know how to edge a man to oblivion. Yes. Your cock. You heard me. My cock is yours. You okay with that, pretty girl?”

Hell yes, I’m okay with that.

Spitting a stream of saliva down his length that I’m about to lick up, I’m stopped by a guttural moan. Tino’s cock jerks forward in excitement. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

Ready to pepper kisses all along his shaft, and leave a trail of fuchsia on him, he clears his throat for my attention.

Pointing his finger at me, he tells me to wait a minute.

Confused, I watch him bend down to reach for his phone, though he’s careful as he does it, as if he doesn’t want to mess up the perfect outline of lipstick I left at his base.

He snaps a picture of the mark I left on him and quickly tosses his phone on the vanity top.

I’m about to ask why he did that, but it’s what he says next that has me completely thrown for a loop, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

“Okay, now that I have something to memorialize the first time those beautiful lips graced my very undeserving cock, you can go ahead and make a mess of me. Don’t be shy, spit on it, do whatever you see fit, just as long as I feel those pouty lips on my aching cock, I’m yours to empty.”

Speechless, and turned on, I do as he suggested. Spreading my saliva all over his shaft, I bring him into my mouth. The second he hits the back of my throat, he growls, low enough that I can tell he’s holding back considering we’re in the dressing room, and who knows how thin these walls are.

My cheeks hollow around his length. I swirl my tongue, playing with that third piercing at his sack, and rubbing it against the veins protruding his shaft.

He reaches for my hair, scooping it up in his palm, clutching it into a makeshift ponytail, while he keeps one hand at the crown of my head and the other on the side, securing me in place.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so good.”

I hum at his praise, and it vibrates along his length, only adding to his pleasure.

I continue taking him into my mouth, becoming lost in the motion, and before I know it, my free hand has snuck up my skirt, on top of my panties, circling my bundle of nerves creating friction to help ease the ache as Tino fucks my mouth.

A knock sounds at the door, startling me, but Tino is able to compose himself enough to answer…but barely.

“Yeah?” He manages.

“Filming is about to start.”

“Okay. Almost done,” he responds, breathily.

I peer up at him, as he looks down at me. “Since time isn’t on our side, I’m going to help speed things up a bit, is that okay?”

Nodding yes, I continue to suck. He locks one hand, the one holding my hair in place at the crown of my head, fucking my face.

This rougher, more primal side of him, is a treat.

I’m used to him being a gentleman, saying sweet things, doing kind gestures, which I can appreciate.

But this side of him, where he’s feral for whatever I give him, and where he takes control, has me feeling equally feral for him.

I open my throat, accommodating him, gagging as I do, but loving how his piercings feel scratching my throat.

Sensing that he’s close, I bring my hand to his balls, massaging them, and it’s that simple gesture and switch up that sends him over the edge. His cock stiffens as he pulses, spilling into me, and I swallow every drop, not letting any of it go to waste.

I keep my eyes on him, reveling in how relaxed he looks. I did it. I finally got to see, and taste him, and now he’s ready to compete.

“More,” Tino groans.

Huh?

I release him from my mouth, rising to my feet. “More? Umm, with the way you just filled my mouth, I think you’re going to need some time to regenerate your sperm.”

“Nope, for you, I can, and will , go all day.”

He stands up, pants still hung low at his ankles, and brings his lips to mine.

“Tino,” I breathe.

“Ssh.”

“Tino, we don’t have time. Filming likely started already at this point.”

He stays with his feet planted and lips near mine. “Fine. But if you’re not going to kiss me, or let me fuck you on this vanity, humor me.”

“How?”

“Part those lips. Open them as wide as you can and stick out your tongue.”

Fuck me. The confidence oozing from him, and the instructions, are driving me wild.

“Can you do that for me, mama?”

“I can. But why should I?” I cross my arms, in playful defiance. I know we don’t have time for any of this, but I love the bubble we find ourselves lost in when we’re together. I can’t help it. “My tongue is coated in your come,” I remind him.

“Exactly. Your tongue has my come on it. Now humor me, please . Let me taste how good we are together.”

“Fine, but only if you promise to get dressed and get out there.”

“I promise.”

“Good boy.”

He sticks out his pinky, and mine curls around his as I stick out my tongue.

“ Your good boy,” he murmurs, as his lips narrow, bringing my tongue into his mouth, sucking it in, tender and attentive, much like he has to my clit, savoring the remnants of his release.

A hum of approval vibrates from him and onto my tongue before he lets go of me. “Just as I suspected, we taste so fucking good together. I can’t wait to taste my come leaking out of your pussy next.”

The air constricts in my throat, rendering it dry. I swear all the fluid in my body has traveled at lightning speed to my center, wetting it, and soaking my panties.

“Is that so?” I ask, hands on my hips, eyeing his pants as I point to them. Needing him to unfortunately get dressed.

“Yep,” he says with a cocky yet sultry grin, as he pulls his pants up and buckles his belt just as another knock at the door sounds.

“Coming,” Tino says.

A familiar voice sounds from the other side of the door. And just like that, all that work I did to have him relaxed vanishes.

“Competition is about to start. You’re not forfeiting the competition are you, Amato?” says none other than Luca DeStefano.

Tino’s fist clenches, but he does something that makes me incredibly proud of him. He looks to me for direction, not saying any of what he’s thinking, which I’m sure are a slew of obscenities.

“Come on,” I say in a low voice to Tino, motioning for him to follow me to the door.

With Tino standing behind me, I quickly look at the mirror to my right, making sure my lipstick doesn’t provide a dead giveaway to what we just did. I fix it with my thumb before opening the door.

DeStefano steps back, looking surprised to see us both here.

“Luca.” I nod, forced to play nice and acknowledge his presence. Sure, what Tino did to him by punching him at the club in Miami was unfortunate, but he is one of the biggest assholes I know, so having to be cordial with him is as painful as it is awkward.

“Lorena.” He acknowledges my presence awkwardly before giving Tino a death stare. “I really didn’t think you’d show, Amato.”

“Well, he’s here, and he’s ready to compete. So, I suggest you get to your station and harness all that shit talking that you love to do into something useful.”

Not sure what to say to me, or Tino for that matter, he murmurs a whatever and scurries off. I lead the way out of the dressing room, and Tino follows after, grabbing my hand, pulling me closer to him as we walk out.

“That was hot,” he says with a grin on his face.

Assuming he’s talking about the dick suck, I flirtatiously mutter a ‘you’re welcome’, as I casually eye his concealed bulge.

“No, not just that, hearing you put him in his place.” Tino steps in front of me, we’re now standing in front of the competition set, and just before he’s whisked away by a producer, he looks at me, ignoring the flurry of crew around us.

“And it was even hotter knowing that my come was staining your breath as you said it.”

Yes, yes it was.