Page 78 of Temptation
“Way to be stealthy,” Ash whispered and rolled his eyes.
“Shut up, Ash.”
He mimicked zipping his mouth and throwing away the key as we stepped inside the house.
All the lights were off, and with careful steps, we slowly walked toward the kitchen, then the living room, but no one was here.
I indicated with my finger to go upstairs, and without waiting for him, I started walking, avoiding the second stair that always creaked underneath weight. He followed suit, and just as we reached the top stair, he moved ahead of me and disappeared into the hallway leading toward Skylar’s room.
“Dammit,” I cursed and rushed toward him, but in the darkness I couldn’t see a thing. I knew this house like the back of my hand, but I couldn’t see him.
Thethump-thump-thumpof my heart echoed in my ears, when I saw that the door of her old room was open. I crept closer, remembering the time when the two of them were right behind these doors, thinking that I didn’t know.
But I knew. I always knew.
I stepped inside and almost shouted when a hand wrapped around my bicep, throwing me against the wall.
Ash positioned himself in front of me, caging me between his arms.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, but there was no bite in my voice. Breathless and shaking, I realized it wasn’t because he scared me. My body was reacting to his just like it did back in the catacombs.
He pressed his chest against mine, our height almost the same with him slightly towering over me. Even in the darkness, I could see his eyes. I could feel his hardened dick on my thigh, and I almost moaned when his hand descended, cupping me over my pants.
“I’ve wanted to do this since that night in the catacombs,” he whispered into my ear and bit down on my earlobe. “I wondered what you would taste like,” he murmured against my neck and dipped down, his teeth clamping on my skin.
“Fuck,” I cursed, closing my eyes, but there was no denial anymore.
The rational part of my brain told me to push him away, to tell him to fuck off, but I couldn’t.
I couldn’t because the rational part of me was fast asleep, and that demon pushing me to think about him these past few days was at the forefront. That demon pushed my head to the side, exposing my neck to him.
That demon made me push my hips against him, my body seeking friction, seeking a lot more than just a mere touch.
“We can’t,” I mumbled, but he was already placing kisses all over my neck, my chin, to the corner of my lips. “Ash,” I whimpered as he unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned the top button of my pants. The sound of the sliding zipper ripped through the air, and my breathing became harsher.
His fingers thrummed against the back of my neck, and slowly he moved them to the front, pressing on the sides of my throat.
His other hand lifted my shirt, splaying his fingers over my clenching abs, and I almost came when he went all the way to the base of my dick, gripping me in his hand.
“You want this.” The bastard smirked. “Admit it, Dylan. You fucking want this.”
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe.
“No,” I cried out, but there was no conviction behind those words. There was nothing grounding me, but him.
My pants fell around my ankles, and he started pushing my jacket off my shoulders. I let it fall, surrendering myself to the excruciating desire ravaging my system.
“This is wrong,” I meekly protested.
“No,” he answered and pulled down the boxers from my hips. My dick jumped out, standing proudly, saluting him. “This is the first right thing today.”
Before I could protest, before I could do anything, he slid down to his haunches, and took me again in his hand, stroking up and down, driving me crazy.
“Fuck!” I wasn’t whispering anymore. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted when his lips wrapped around the head, while his tongue swirled around me. “Jesus.”
I looked down and grabbed a handful of his hair in my fist, moving my hips rhythmically, sliding deeper and deeper into his mouth. This was wrong on so many levels, but it felt right. The only other thing that even came close to this feeling spreading from my chest was having Skylar underneath me on that altar during the ceremony.
A wicked gleam entered his eyes and before my mind could catch up with what was going on, his hand snuck behind, fondling my balls, playing me like a fucking violin.
