Page 48 of Crossing the Line
Temptation
Paisley
Every time Hercules puts his hands on me and throws me, my sex tingles. His cock likes to dangle between my thighs when he’s close. It’s clear that we both know we’re playing with fire. If we choose to go further, all he has to do is slide himself inside me and give me what I so desperately crave.
We’ve done laps together and swum around each other. Now I’m clinging to the wall, and he’s in front of me, gazing into my eyes as we compare the places in the city that we both frequent. We never visit the same places, and his list is a lot longer than mine. But we do note some possible near misses.
My eyelids turn heavy as I yawn. “I guess I don’t get out much.”
“Getting sleepy?” he asks.
I nod as I look up. The sky is turning light purple. Soon, the sun will appear on the horizon.
“I’ve had a great time playing with you, PG,” he whispers.
The lust in his eyes can’t be ignored. Our breath spreads over each other’s faces. When he moves in closer, I can feel how hard he is. We can do it, and no one will ever know. I’m tempted.
“What are you doing tonight?” Hercules asks.
“Tonight?” I say breathlessly.
“It’s past midnight. Yesterday is officially over.”
“Oh…” I chuckle.
His moist lips stretch into a delicious smirk. “Aren’t we hanging out, becoming better friends?”
Oh, he’s so bad.His cock floats up and nudges my hood. “Mm-hm,” I say. My body sizzles as I try to control my insatiable need to let him inside me.
“Then…” Fortunately, Hercules pushes away from me and treads water in the middle of the swimming pool. “We’ll do something tonight. Somewhere no one can see us.” He frowns. “What’s it called?Mag Rag.”
I laugh. It’s cute how he bungles their name. “It’sTop Rag Mag.”
“Right. We’ll stay away from those assholes.”
“Out of sight, out of mind?” I ask, grinning.
Hercules looks as if he’s about to say something, but then he’s quiet. “Out of sight, out of mind,” he finally says.
* * *
We dry off,taking sneak peeks at each other as we put our clothes back on. Then we sit next to each other on the helicopter ride back to the city. When we touch down on the same helipad we lifted off from, Hercules gently shakes me awake. I slowly open my gritty, heavy eyelids. Gosh, I’m so tired. I realize my face is against his strong chest and his arm is around me. My eyes pop open, and I sit up.
But there’s no drawing me away from his allure as we gaze into each other’s eyes. He gently strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. My vulnerable heart is thumping like a piston.
“See you tonight,” he says. He’s not asking because he doesn’t have to.
I nod. “See you tonight.”
* * *
“Are you bored?”Lake asks.
And right on cue, I yawn again. It’s like I can’t stop doing it. I’m so exhausted that I can hardly keep my eyes open. Once I got home last night, I stripped off my clothes, washed the chlorine out of my skin and hair, dried off, moisturized, got into bed naked, and grabbed Mr. Man from my bedside drawer. I had to get rid of the excitement in my nether regions. Hercules had made me so horny that I couldn’t stand it.
Then I fell asleep. I hadn’t been dreaming for too long before my cellphone chimed and woke me up. It was Lake.
“I have a treat for you,” she sang as if she’d woken up well-rested and ready to conquer the city.
