Page 2 of Be My Temptation (Temptation 2)
No, things were going too well with Kate to fuck it up with the truth.
Realizing that he sounded more like Tyler than he wanted to admit, Brock threw the phone back into the drawer and locked it.
Regardless of how their relationship had started, he and Kate were happy together. That’s what matters.
Chapter Two
“Do not leave me like this,” Brock said. Kate walked away from the bed she’d cuffed him to, naked. What had sounded like an exciting idea when she’d suggested it had moved beyond his comfort zone when he’d tested the handcuffs and realized they could actually hold him.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Kate said as she walked back toward him with a blindfold in her hands.
“You didn’t say anything about a blindfold.”
“And you said it was my turn to be in charge. So zip it, or I’ll watch a movie instead of making your fantasy of having me and another woman come true.”
Brock quieted obediently. He was no fool. He was already aroused and impatient to see what she had planned for him.
She placed the blindfold over his eyes and kissed him deeply. His sense of sight removed, he noticed his other senses were suddenly heightened. He felt her hair brush across his bare chest, and he shuddered from the pleasure of it. Each place his body touched hers burned with excitement. Her tongue played with his, darting in and withdrawing, knowing he couldn’t stop her. He was both frustrated and increasingly turned on by this flip in power.
She ran a hand down his chest and caressed his shaft. He thrust upward involuntarily in response. Her hand worked him expertly until he was spiraling upward toward a crest he didn’t want to reach yet. She broke off mid-kiss and said, “Did you hear the door? That must be my friend.”
He groaned in a combination of pleasure and frustration when she walked away from him briefly. When she returned, he only heard one set of footsteps, but he could smell the perfume of another woman. “You’re killing me, Kate. Take off this blindfold.”
“I can’t,” Kate whispered near his ear. “My friend is shy. She doesn’t want you to know who she is so you can’t see her, and she won’t speak. But she says she loves to suck cock.”
Brock couldn’t tell if Kate actually had someone with her or not, and stopped caring as soon as a mouth—he assumed Kate’s—closed over his shaft. She took him deeply, sucking gently. She paused and said, “She says I’m wearing too many clothes, and so is she. I’m taking off her shirt. Now her bra. She has the most beautiful tits, Brock. Small, perfect. I hope you don’t mind waiting while I lick them. Oh, they are so nice. So firm. She wants to see mine. We can’t stop there. We’re both naked now. You need to feel her tits, Brock. Feel how amazing they are. They’re still wet from my tongue.”
A moment later Brock felt a pair of breasts rubbing against his chest. He was about to question why he didn’t also feel the rest of the woman’s body against him, but Kate’s mouth closed over his cock again, and he gave himself to the fantasy. Kate pumped her head up and down, periodically stopping to say something to the other woman in the room. He couldn’t tell what she was talking about, nor did he care. He lived for each time her mouth returned to suck him again. Her pauses were mind-muddling, orgasm-postponing torture, but he wasn’t complaining.
“She says we should switch now,” Kate whispered against Brock’s lips. “She wants you in her mouth. How perfect. Now you can have me while she has you.”
Kate straddled Brock’s head and positioned herself so her sex was within reach of his mouth. He lapped at her, drinking her in while he felt another mouth close over his cock. “Do you like that?” Kate asked. “If you do, show me. Fuck me with your tongue while she sucks you.”
He did. The mouth on him moved up and down slowly. He knew the mouth on his cock wasn’t real, but it didn’t matter. Kate wiggled back and forth above him, guiding him to her pleasure, and soon he was out of his mind with desire for her. He stroked her, sucked her, teased her with fast-paced tongue flicks, until she came with a cry.
After her climax, Kate climbed off of him and said, “Looks like my friend has to leave. It’ll just be me again.”
He felt her sheath him in a condom, then straddle his waist. She lowered herself on top of him, and he thrust up into her. He couldn’t see her. He couldn’t touch her. All he could do was feel her as she raised and lowered herself onto him again and again until he was wild with the need to finish.
But she wouldn’t let him. She stopped and gave him instructions on what she wanted him to do, or she simply ran her hands up and down his body.
Finally, when he thought he could take no more, she released his hands from the cuffs, and he whipped off the blindfold. He rolled her beneath him, raised her legs up, and pounded into her, loving that she was as crazed as he was when he took them both to a white-hot release.
Afterward, he tucked her against his side beneath the blankets and chuckled. “What the hell did you use on me? Was it a doll? I couldn’t figure it out.”
She smiled and kissed his lips gently. “Some things are better kept secret. Just don’t look under your bed unless you want to ruin the mystery.” She ran a hand playfully across his chest. “Was it as good as your fantasy?”
He smoothed her hair with one hand and answered honestly, “Better. We don’t have to avoid her at the supermarket.”
Kate chuckled as she raised herself up onto one elbow to look down into his eyes. “I never knew it could be like this, Brock. I feel free. I can be myself with you.”
“And apparently other women, too.”
Kate nodded. “I could never have done that with my ex-husband. I would have worried he would laugh at me. It’s different with you. I trust you.”
Trust. Shit. I really need to get rid of that phone. “I’m not perfect, Kate, but I do love you.”
Kate froze.
Brock froze.
Fuck.
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