Page 7 of Tempted to Touch (Straight No More #1)

My efforts to keep myself quiet prove futile when I brush my thumb along the underside of his shaft, right over a thick, rugged vein. I'm moaning. I'm moaning touching a man.

"Can I touch you?" I pant out, wrapping my palm over his base. Tips of my fingers barely connecting.

Hayden lets out another low, grumbling chuckle and cups my aching balls over my clothes, drawing a yelp from me in return. "Maybe you should have asked before you started."

"Sorry," I mumble, giving his shaft a slow, drawn-out stroke. "I thought—"

"Shh." He doesn't need to cover my mouth to get me to shut up. The squeeze on my balls does it just fine. "You think too much. And you know what?"

When my palm reaches the head of his cock after what feels like a yard's worth of travel and my skin gets lubricated by his pre-cum, my brain complies and stops thinking. "W—what?"

He leans down and his wet, hot breath lands straight in my ear. "I can't wait to fuck all those thoughts out of your head."

I growl. I fucking growl like a wild animal that's been caged their whole life and is finally connecting with wilderness for the first time, and yank his pants down all the way to his knees in a violent swoop.

I'm fucking feral, finally opening my eyes and devour his cock with everything I've got—my palms, my eyes, my soul.

"Look at you," Hayden grunts. "Eager little mess."

He steps out of his pants, moving backwards in the process, and I follow, not allowing an inch of space between us, sliding my palm up and down his cock.

I don't know where he leads me and I don't care. I'd follow him to hell right now. I somehow manage to kick my shoes off without tripping, and when he stops abruptly, I tumble into him, the dick I'm grasping pressing against my stomach, marking it with pre-cum.

There's a bed behind him. King-sized, covered with satin sheets, burgundy. Comfy looking.

He can have it. I'm fine on the floor.

I drop to my knees at the same time he sits on the edge, and I dip my head down before he can do anything to stall me or, what's worse, say anything and knock the wind out of my lungs yet again. I need him right fucking now.

Of course, he says things anyway. "God, you're a perfect little thing, aren't you?"

Yeah, whatever. I can be a thing. As long as he finds me perfect. I press the tip of my nose to the base of his cock, holding it upright with my hand and drag my head all the way up, taking in his smell. It's intoxicating, fresh and overwhelming at the same time. Just like the rest of him.

"See what you do to me? How hard you make me?"

My cock throbs inside my pants as I stick my tongue out and lick off the bead of pre-cum that waits for me there.

He puts one palm on the back of my head and threads his fingers through my hair, massaging my skull. "Needy little fuck."

I open my mouth and swallow him, as much as I can, as fast as I can, because fuck , if he doesn't stop talking right this second, I'm gonna come from his words alone.

Moaning around his shaft, I slide my head up, swirl my tongue around his slit with his head still in my mouth, and dive right back down, taking him in until he hits the back of my throat.

I need to remind myself to breathe as I suck him. Did anyone ever suffocate giving head? I just might. And it'll be a pleasant death.

Hayden lets out a series of shaky, barely controlled exhales and fuck, why is this so fucking hot?

Why does he taste so good?

Why am I enjoying this as much as I am?

I suck him slowly but thoroughly, excess saliva dripping out of my mouth and down his shaft. Yesterday, I'd find that gross. But yesterday's me no longer exists.

"Ahh, fuck," Hayden groans and then commits a crime. A whole fucking crime as he lets go of my hair and crawls back, deeper onto the bed, taking his cock with him.

"Hey!" I practically bark before wiping saliva off my chin. Because it's not his cock anymore. It's mine now. It's stealing.

"If you want something, come and get it," he speaks the words around a chuckle as I'm already crawling up, because he was right. I am needy, and desperate. He makes me needy and desperate.

"Up," he says once my head is level with his cock. When I halt, he repeats, " Up ."

I don't want to. I don't want to go up or down or sideways, or any place else that's more than two inches away from his cock. But my body chooses to comply with his voice rather than my will, and I crawl further up until we're face to face.

I don't wait for him to pull me down. I kiss him first, leaning down so fast, so furious my lips crash against my teeth before I can part them.

Hayden's tongue parts them for me, pushing inside like the most welcome intruder.

And now I can taste him fully, his saliva and his pre-cum at the same time, a cocktail that gets me drunk faster than liquor ever could.

So fast it takes me a moment to realize his hands are already stripping me naked, undoing my pants expertly and pushing them down, along with my underwear.

I moan inside his mouth as I lower my body down, laying it on top of his to squirm my way out of my clothes the rest of the way, my cock pressing right against his, gliding up and down with ease, getting slicked up with my own spit.

My hips gain their own consciousness and start rocking back and forth, grinding against him in shallow, unfocused movements. I don't stop even when Hayden puts both hands on my head and pulls on my hair, guiding my head up and ending the kiss.

"Here's what's gonna happen." I nod wildly, massaging my own cock with his. "You're going to get on all fours and turn around now. You'll suck me, and you'll suck me good while I play with your ass."

My breath catches in my throat and I stop nodding. The world around me spins.

He pulls my hair harder. "Did I stutter?"

God...

I somehow manage to lift my upper body up and sit on my heels. "I, um... It's..."

Hayden grabs my cock and gives me two firm, mind-bending strokes. "No. Don't go shy on me now."

I let out a shaky breath. How the fuck does he do that? How does he read me like that?

I can't just... stick my ass out and spread myself open right in front of his face. His eyes.

Can I?

Hayden tilts his head up, all the way up, exposing all the little veins of his neck and stretches his body like a string while he reaches up and pulls on the handle of his nightstand drawer.

As he pats inside blindly, I roam my eyes over his outstretched torso.

When he lets out a soft grunt of effort as he fishes something out with the tips of his fingers, barely reaching it, I realize that yeah.

Maybe I can.

I turn around before he's done collecting whatever it is he needs. I'd chicken out if I looked into his eyes right now.

Slowly, with my legs shaking and my quads twitching, I crawl backward until my hips are somewhat level with his head. Should I go higher? Should I go lower?

I don't know. How the fuck would I know?

I lower myself down to all fours and as I do, one large, firm palm grabs my left ass cheek, squeezing it hard enough to leave bruises.

And then... "Good boy."

That's it. That's all it takes for me to forget how naked, how fucking exposed I am, and I dip down, taking Hayden's dick into my mouth, almost all of it in one go because guess what? I'm becoming good at it.

That's right. I'm good at sucking dick.

And I'm about to become a whole lot better, too. Anything to distract myself from the hot puff of air that lands on my crack, followed by a very cold, very slippery pad of a finger, circling around my rim, teasing me, making my dick jerk and leak pre-cum like a fucking deranged faucet.

A full-body shiver runs through me. I don't even try to control it. It'd be a losing battle.

Then, Hayden opens his damn mouth and tears the rest of my sanity apart.

"Fuck. Such a perfect little hole." He draws out his words as he pushes the tip of his finger against it a few times, applying tiny bit of pressure, but never entering.

"Tight. Waiting. And all mine." I moan around his cock and my walls clench involuntarily as I rock my hips back, chasing that pressure. God. It's embarrassing.

When Hayden goes back to drawing these annoying, small circles against my rim again, it's as much as I can take. I pull my mouth off his cock and whip my head back, straining my neck, but not enough to see him. "Just do it already."

Who am I?

There's that breathy chuckle again. I can feel it on my skin. "Ask for it."

" Please ," I gasp out immediately. "I need it. I don't know why, but I do. Please ."

I am pathetic.

But however low I may be thinking about myself right now, Hayden seems to disagree.

"Mmm, that's right." He grunts, his voice much rougher now. "That's what I like to hear. Let that slut out."

And before I can process whether that turns me on or offends me, I moan as Hayden complies, sliding his long, thick finger inside me, all the fucking way, and crooks it, pressing the pad against my wall, exploring. Searching.

I lean back down until my mouth finds his cock just to distract myself, but all I can do is press my face against it and breathe him in. Because he finds it.

He fucking finds it.

And he knows it, too.

"Ahh, would you look at that," he drawls. "That perfect little spot. My perfect little spot. Mine ."

He accentuates every word with a press of his finger against my prostate, and I no longer know what to do with myself.

My cock twitches and throbs and gains a heartbeat of its own, and my balls are painfully heavy, begging for release. "Oh, shit," I pant out as he starts alternating between playing with my prostate and sliding his finger in and out of me, fast , like he's competing in a finger-fucking Olympics.

He's winning, too.

"God. Don't stop." My words get muffled by his cock pressed against my mouth. It'd be dangerous to suck him now. I might accidentally bite him.