Page 50 of Indulging Temptation (Tempting the Heart #1)

Keeping my gaze on him, I become aware of his belt buckle clinking with speed just before his zipper grinds down.

“It’s a good thing I paid the hostess to make sure no one can come up here until she sees us come down together,” he says with pride, finally retracting his fingers from me.

“You paid for us to be alone?”

“Yes, I did.”

He says the amount, and I swear my eyes bug out of my head. “Five grand?!” I gasp. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy. Dedicated. However, you want to spin it. But I’d pay triple that if it meant I could only have five minutes with you.”

“Five minutes? Is that all you’re going to give me?” I ask, challenging him.

“Hell no. I plan on taking my time with you.”

“But that’s what the hotel room is for.” I remind him. Not that the thought of being fucked on top of a glass floor for any and all wandering eyes to see isn’t completely enticing me.

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t wait a second longer to have you to myself. Not when the image of you on those pretty fucking knees of yours, blessing me with your mouth, has been on repeat in my mind all day.”

“You think I’m pretty on my knees with my mouth full of your cock?”

He sucks in a breath. “I think you’re pretty no matter what. But there’s something about seeing you with my cock that does things to me. Things that make me want to lose all control.”

“Show me,” I declare. I plead. “Show me how hard I make you.”

Still hovering over me, I’m made aware of how hard I’m making him as he lowers his pants down. Not fully, but enough that he has room to lower his boxers and bring out his cock.

Mouth drifting above mine, he lowers his head, breathing into my mouth, our lips inches apart. I know I told him no kissing. But us even being together, in any way, shape, or form, is already breaking the rules. So, what’s one more?

I can feel how badly he wants to kiss me.

But in typical Tino fashion, he denies himself, all to appease me.

Everything he does is always to appease me.

So instead, he captures my face in his palm, caressing my cheek as he does.

The gesture is soothing, gentle, but the words that follow are not.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. I’m about to ruin you.”

My pussy clenches at his words, loving the roughness of each and every one.

He huffs as his tip aligns with my entrance, teasing it.

I can feel the rough texture of his jeans rubbing against me, with his pants barely lowered.

“I’m going to fucking ruin the temptation you’ll ever have for anyone else that isn’t me.

” He releases the breath he’s been holding, and as he does, he drags his pierced tip up and down my entrance.

Teasing me to oblivion. The edging is becoming unbearable.

He has no condom on.

His pants are barely down.

We’re laying on top of a glass fucking floor.

This is all so reckless.

So. Fucking. Reckless.

Though with every red flag waving high in the air, I can’t help but ignore each and every single one. The thought of taking him raw and having him fill me with his come clouds my mind.

“Don’t worry. I’m good,” he reassures me. “I got tested after the last time I had sex and need I remind you, that’s been a while.”

Of course. How could I forget he chose celibacy after denying me in Miami. That mixed with the thrill of having sex here on a glass floor in a restaurant, makes this already hot moment, scorching.

A sense of relief fills me, as does the anticipation, as I assure him of the same for me. “So am I, and I’m on the pill.”

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank god. I can’t wait to fill you with my come.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“I bet you’ll like the feel of that even more, won’t you, pretty girl?”

I bite my lip in response. All I can see from my limited vision, and feel, is his bare thick and ready cock waiting for me to allow him in.

To ruin me as he claims, though I know that once we fully cross the line we both want to so desperately, we both will be ruined.

For better, for worse, for anyone who may come along after.

A surge of jealousy mixes with the reality that I don’t want anyone to come along after.

I don’t want anyone but him to fill me, fuck me senseless, to talk to me with that filthy mouth of his.

I also don’t want anyone else to make me food, not only because no one can prepare it like he can, it’s because no one is like him.

He’s one of a kind. And right now, he’s mine, and I want him to fuck me like it.

My walls tighten in anticipation as he slowly breaks through the barrier of my ready entrance.

I close my eyes, feeling his girth begin to stretch me.

“Relax,” he coos. Sensing how I’m clenching as he slides in, he tilts his lips to my forehead, pressing a kiss to it. His chain falls from where it was tucked in his shirt, brushing against my face.

“I am, you’re just so…”

Another slow plunge in, and I breathe out from the pain and pleasure I feel.

“So what?” He smiles.

“Big!” I yelp.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into him. “Fuck no. I can take it.”

“Yes, you can, mama. I’m all yours. Only halfway to go.”

My eyes spring wide open from their previously winced and squinted state. “I beg your finest pardon, halfway? We’re only halfway there?”

I don’t believe what I’m hearing.

A bashful look spreads across his face as he graces me with a half grin.

“Yes, I’m not fully inside of you yet.”

Holy shit. How is this possible? I’ve never felt so full. Or scared that my vagina is going to break. All while feeling this uncontrollable desire for more.

“Here.” He grabs hold of his chain, offering me the charm. “If you need to bite down on it while your pussy becomes acclimated to my cock, by all means, bite down and break it if you must. Whatever helps you handle me.”

He kisses my forehead, then peppers kisses down my cheek, to my neck and collarbone, to help relax me, as he murmurs, “I said I was going to ruin you for others. Because this pussy is mine and mine only. But don’t you worry, I won’t break you.

Not your tight, needy pussy and certainly never that guarded heart of yours.

Now, relax, be a good girl and follow my instructions.

I want those pillowy lips wrapped around my chain, and when I tell you to bite down and brace yourself for me, you’re going to retire that feistiness of yours that I love so much and do exactly as I say. Understood?”

“Yes,” I respond, giving him complete control.

“Atta, girl.”

He drives deeper into me, causing my back to arch on impact.

“Bite,” he instructs, moving his hand from where it’s stationed above my head, on the ground, quickly guiding it into my mouth.

I welcome the bitter tang of the jewelry, needing something to focus on, while he takes the literal plunge, pushing all the way inside me. Stretching me to the fucking hilt.

This full feeling is something I’m not used to, same way that every thrust, every gyration of his hips, every single second of him fucking me, makes it abundantly clear that my pleasure is at the forefront of his mind.

The way he moves inside of me with such intention mixed with lust and undeniable skill, is something I’ve never experienced with anyone before.

And with each second that passes, I’m lost in the spell his dick has on me, and I’m reminded of that first drive we took together in his car. The Sleep Token song, Mine, comes to mind, because that’s how he fucks.

With intention, and a slow build-up, setting the stage for a mind-bending finish that, as he promised, will leave me ruined. Not wanting anyone that isn’t him.

He remains deep inside me, pumping with shallow thrusts, making sure that my g-spot is not only stimulated but caressed continuously with his crossed piercings and size, guaranteeing me another orgasm.

“You’re almost there. I can feel it. You’re quivering. And to think that at any second, someone can just look up and see me buried inside of you.”

He’s right. I am almost there and judging from the way he’s stiffening somehow even more inside of me, he is also. I latch onto his shoulders, his chain still in my mouth, and I speak. “Let’s come together. Give them something to look at.”

A grin captures his entire face, his dimples on full display. “How naughty of you, Ms. Ramos. That’s not very publicist like,” he jokes breathily, keeping himself buried to the hilt, while he drives his thrusts, still deep, but more focused inside of me.

Ignoring the no kissing rule, he presses his lips to mine, although the pendant on his chain creates a mild barrier between our mouths. We stay like this until we both reach our orgasms together. I feel him spill into me, just as I squeeze around him, pulsing and suffocating his cock.

“Fuck,” I squeal, with his lips glued to mine.

“Fuck is right,” he breathes, mirroring my sentiment. “And here I was thinking I would be the one ruining you. I don’t think my dick has ever felt more at home, or drained.”

“What can I say, I guess I was made for you,” I say coyishly, trying to catch my breath.

Just as Tino goes to say something, the moment is stolen by my phone ringing on full volume, startling us both.

He pulls out of me, and I lower my dress, scurrying to my phone in my purse, which I just now realize I must’ve dropped when I saw Tino up here in the first place.

My mom’s boyfriend’s name, Adrian, flashes on the caller ID, and fear lodges in my throat, though it quickly morphs to nausea and then sadness as I pick up and hear everything he has to say.

Tino’s hand wraps around my arm from behind, pulling me closer to him. He moves a piece of my hair that fell over my shoulder, as he places a kiss to my neck. Since he’s standing behind me, he can’t see the tears threatening my eyes, or how sad I look despite having the best sex I’ve ever had.

When I don’t respond, he lifts his head, spinning me gently to face him.

“Lo, what’s wrong?”

“It was Adrian.”

He appraises my face, not sure how to react. “Is everything okay?”

“My mom had another episode, her and Adrian just got back home from the hospital.” And for some reason, although he knows my mom, and she adores him, what I’m about to ask feels somehow more line-toeing than what we just did on the floor of this restaurant. “Do you mind coming with me?”

He takes my chin in his hand. “Of course. You never have to ask me. Whatever you need, I’m there. Always.”