Page 52 of The Temptation
A harsh, strained laugh broke from his throat, and he moved in a little farther.
“What? You think I didn’t try to guess your size? Wanted to be ready when you finally fucked me.”
A wicked grin pulled at the corners of his lips. His arms were braced on either side of my head, and he stared at me, looking so damn sexy I could have cried. “How does the real thing compare?” As he spoke, he pushed in deeper and withdrew.
I slapped a hand over my mouth. It had been in my brain to tease him that his dick wasn’t a pretty shade of blue, but the thought disintegrated under the intense wave of both pain and pleasure. He was so hot and thick inside me. That perfect dick stretched and filled me in the most amazing ways. I didn’t ever want this to end.
“Should I stop?” Pierce, the bastard, actually slowed and pulled back until only the head stretched that tight ring of muscles.
“No! God, no! Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” I pleaded as softly as I could. There was some pain, but it was nothing compared to how good he felt.
“How about I try to get you there faster?”
My brain was still trying to figure out what he meant as he grabbed my hip to tilt me at a slightly different angle. He leaned in close, balancing himself on his other forearm as he slammed home, filling me completely. Before the shout of ecstasy could leave my throat, Pierce was there to capture it in his mouth.
All my nerve endings lit up as his magic cock found my prostate. He fucked me so hard I was sure I was going to die. With my heel digging into the floor, I attempted to lift my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust even as he held my hip. My leakingcock was brushing his flat abdomen, teasing me with almost enough friction to shove me over the edge.
Suddenly he stopped, every muscle frozen. I nearly cried out. I was so fucking close to coming it was painful. Yet the first whimper didn’t leave my lips when I heard it. Footsteps coming down the short hallway leading to Pierce’s office. There was only Pierce’s office and Marie’s in this corridor. Maybe it was Marie. It had to be Marie. But it didn’t matter because I had locked the door.Right?
The frantic, desperate thoughts swirled in my head. Were we about to be caught? The boss balls deep in his virgin boyfriend’s ass. That was a hell of a first impression.
We held still, only breathing and straining to hear the direction of the footsteps. They stopped close. Maybe Marie’s office? I tensed, waiting to hear someone grab the doorknob to Pierce’s office, and suddenly, Pierce moved. He pushed deep inside me, moving so slowly my eyes rolled into my head and I almost swallowed my tongue. My wandering brain was jerked back to focus by the thick feel of him filling me.
My eyes snapped to his face, and the bastard was staring at me, sweat running along his temple and the most wicked grin on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing—seeing how far he could push me as we hovered on the edge of discovery. Pierce was a naughty boy, and I loved it.
He continued to move, each thrust deep and slow, driving the air out of my lungs as he filled me completely. I clung to him while biting on my cheek to keep from making any noise.
At last, the footsteps resumed, heading away from the office. The second we could no longer hear them, Pierce slammed into me and covered my mouth with his to capture my scream. All those tense muscles and electrified nerve endings exploded at once. The hold on my orgasm snapped like a stretched rubberband, and my entire body shattered into a thousand tiny shards of euphoric bliss.
Thoughts scattered to the wind, I could only float on this wave of pleasure, vaguely aware of the wonderful grunts and groans coming from Pierce’s lips as he chased me over the edge of oblivion. His sweaty body jerked, and he moaned as he pressed his forehead to mine.
I tried to smile at him, but it was too hard to get any of my body parts to obey my commands. The one thing that mattered was that he was mine, whether or not he realized it. I just had to figure out a way to make sure he stayed mine.
17
SIMON MILLER
Shit.Shit. Shit.
Pierce’s parents were gone. Home to Boston.
Now he had no reason to pretend to be dating me. No reason to be nice to me. No reason to even keep up the facade of friendship. I wouldn’t be surprised if I called him right now and he refused to answer the phone. Probably wouldn’t even text me.
Sure, we’d finally had sex, and it had been fucking amazing, but I knew this man better than I knew myself. He was going to backslide. He was going to run and hide from me. And I was out of ideas of how to win him.
I needed help, and there was only one person I could think of who might be able to come up with a solution to my problem.
I banged on the door with my fist a second time and started to pace away when the door was flung open. Liam’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open.
“Simon!”
“Is Rome here?” I knew it was an odd question considering I was standing on Rome’s doorstep, but Liam was practically living with his boyfriend now. It was hard to grab Liam without Rome attached to him. If I couldn’t catch Rome out of thehouse, I was going to drag Liam out for some coffee or a drink somewhere we could talk in private.
“No, he actually ran over to a neighbor to deliver some olive oil. What?—”
“Great. I’m in a real mess, and I desperately need your help.” I charged into the house, pulling off my gloves and scarf. “Pierce’s parents left town today, so there is no reason for us to pretend to be dating any longer. However, I haven’t gotten him to give up the fake bullshit and date me for real.”
“Wait. I?—”
