Page 79 of Temptation
“Oh, God,” I groaned, hitting the wall with the back of my head.
“Not God, baby,” he murmured, letting my dick go. “Only me.”
Tingling started in my spine, rushing through the length of it, all the way to my lower back. Without warning, his skilled fingers disappeared between my ass cheeks, pressing on the line between my opening behind and my balls.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he continued stroking me, licking me, kissing the tip of my dick… Too much. It was all too much.
I opened my eyes to see him licking his other hand, and as if on command, I spread my legs further, allowing him access.
“Good boy,” he said, and that praise went straight to my dick.
Switching his hands, his wet digits found that puckered hole I often refused to think about, because I both hated and loved what those lonely nights told about me. That I liked things that were forbidden—things I shouldn’t be entertaining, but with him between my legs, it felt so fucking good.
He pressed inside, the burning sensation mixing with all the desire, all the yearning, the need, the absolute insanity of this.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moaned.
At the same time while stroking my dick, he kept going in and out of me, creating a maddening rhythm, driving me to the brink of insanity. Biting down on my lip, I tried suppressing the groans, the moans, all the need bubbling in me, but I couldn’t stop this.
I didn’t want to stop this.
“More,” I begged. “Please.”
“Shhhh,” he murmured, kissing my thigh. My eyes flew open again at the emptiness when he removed his finger, but it didn’t last for long.
“Wha—”
Holding my hips, Ash turned me around to face the wall. He pulled my hips backward, bending me slightly, until my cheek pressed against the cold surface of the wall.
“What are you—” His finger entered me from behind, pressing down on that small bundle inside of me. “Fuck!”
Precum gathered at my tip, and he kept pressing, stroking, in and out, in and out, until madness descended on me. A second finger joined in, pushing through me, while my body shivered at the intrusion, at the pure need driving me.
“I need—” I broke down. “Please.”
“Not yet.” He bit down on my ass cheek.
“Fuck. Me.”
“Planning to.” I could feel his smile against my flesh. I was a slave to my darkest, deepest desires, and without thinking, I ran my hand over my chest, all the way to my dick.
“No.” He slapped my hand away. “You don’t get to touch yourself. Not yet.”
“Please,” I murmured. “I want to—”
“I know. But not yet.”
How could he be so composed, so collected? I was falling to pieces, completely unraveling, and we didn’t even do anything yet.
“Holy shit!” A voice came from the doorway. A voice I knew too well, and when I turned my head to the left, I saw her.
“Sky,” I cried out while Ash kept pressing his fingers against that sweet little spot inside of my ass. “Fuuuuuck,” I groaned.
I thought she would look away. I thought she would run from us with hatred shining in her eyes, but she did none of those things.
Skylar walked inside, mesmerized by the sight of the two of us, and something about her being here made this even more intense.
“Please, please, please,” I pleaded. I wasn’t above going down to my knees. I needed release. This maddening, slow rhythm he set wasn’t working for me. “I need more,” I groaned. “Please, Ash. Please.”
