A Game Of Temptation

LAURA

He stripped me.

And I let him.

I stood there motionless as he dragged the shorts down my legs. I had to place my hands on his shoulders for balance as he took them off one leg, then the other.

When he was done getting the shorts-and my panties-off, he stood and motioned for me to lift my hands as he took my bra top off.

The look on his face as he undressed me was priceless. He was very excited and didn’t even try to hide it, his eyes lighting up everytime he got a piece of clothing off me.

In that, I could understand because I’d been just as excited to get his clothes off him. I just hoped that I hadn’t looked the way he did now.

Done taking my clothes off, he tried to hold my hand and walk into the bathroom, but I hid both my hands behind my back. “I’m perfectly capable of walking on my own.”

He gave me an exasperated look, then turned and walked through the door that led to the bathroom while my eyes stayed glued to his tight ass, flexing as he walked away. With a sigh, I went into the bathroom and found him already turning the shower on, stepping away from the water. He waited until it was hot before stepping in and grabbing his body wash.

Had he forgotten I was there?

“You just gonna keep standing there?”

The words had been uttered by him, directed to me. So he hadn’t forgotten about me after all.

I knew I was stubborn, but couldn’t he just let me get away with it sometimes?

Muttering under my breath and hoping that he didn’t hear me because they were not-so-nice words about him, I stepped under the spray. Even though my skin was a bit pruny from my swim, the hot water felt good and I tossed my head back, letting the spray hit my face.

I was about to reach for Alex’s body wash when I saw that he was already standing close to me, his eyes hot as he stared at me. His hard dick poked me in my stomach, and just the sight of his arousal had my blood pumping and my skin flushing hot.

“Let me,” he volunteered when I tried to collect the wash from him, and because I wanted his hands on my body-even though a tiny part of me wasn’t keen on him washing me because that would only be another first-I let him.

He took his precious time washing me up, lingering when he reached my breasts and paid special attention to the flesh between my legs. Needless to say, I was an aroused mess by the time he was done washing me up and all I could think about was returning the favour so that we were both two piles of sweating, horny bodies.

I loved washing Alex more than I’d like to admit.

Loved running my hands down the soap slicked muscles, loved the way his golden tattooed skin glistened with the soap and the bathroom light, loved the way he trembled and watched me with molten green eyes that filled me in on what he’d very much rather be doing to me.

Holding his gaze, I ran my soapy hands along his hard length, not wanting to miss any reaction.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Laura,” my name fell from his lips like a prayer and he yanked me to him. The next thing I felt was his finger brushing across my entrance from behind and I jumped slightly from both shock and pleasure.

His big finger found its way inside me while I jerked him off, teasing my insides and going in deep. After a while, another finger joined in and the fit was so tight, I thought I was going to pass out.

I moaned, lifting to my toes and searching for his lips with mine. He immediately knew what I wanted and he brought his head down and kissed me, effectively swallowing all my moans as he drove me towards orgasm.

He jerked in my palm and groaned into my mouth when I squeezed his length on a particular stroke. When I saw how much he liked it, I did it again and his legs shook.

We stopped kissing when we started breathing through our mouths, and the moment he let my mouth go, I sucked at the droplets of water on his chest, going over to suck on his nipples and flick my tongue against it.

That did it.

He swelled in my hand and his cum shot out of him, each strand landing on my stomach and sliding down. The sight pushed me over the edge and before I knew it, I was coming too, grinding down on his fingers.

“Wow,” I breathed, staring at his spend on my stomach being washed off by the water.

“I know,” he agreed. “That was the best shower I ever had.” Then he turned surprisingly playful eyes on me, “What do you say about being my shower partner henceforth?”

A giggle slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it, and to cover it up, I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the shower, reaching for his towel on the rack and drying myself off with it. I waited for him to dry himself off before following him out, where he threw a big T-shirt at me from his closet.

My eyes darted to my dirty clothes sitting on his chair and I knew that there was no way I could wear them. I didn’t have to worry about wearing his shirt out into the hallway. I could just time it right and hurry into my room before anyone saw me.

Plus, Drew was out and Jake was busy downstairs. Balery and Jack were never on this floor, except for when Balery wanted us to hang and she’d barely come out of her room in the past three days, so the chances of that happening all of a sudden were unlikely.

I wore the T-shirt, seeing that it fell half-way to my thigh.

Another first.

God, I was just stomping all over my rules with Alex. I was just contemplating whether I should be alarmed when I was suddenly lifted off the ground and I blinked when I realised that Alex was carrying me bridal style. He deposited me in the middle of the bed and sat next to me.

I took in his outfit. He was wearing grey sweatpants again, but with a black shirt.

“How many of those do you have?” I asked, unable to pull my eyes off them.

“A lot.” He watched me with curious eyes. “Why?”

“They make you look naked.”

He threw his head back on a laugh, and I watched with an odd, light feeling in my chest on having made him laugh.

Here I was complaining about my mom seeing her doctor when it was actually me who needed to see a doctor. These occurrences were starting to become more frequent and I needed to speak to someone about them before they got too serious.

But why did they only happen when I was around him?

That probably just meant he had something to do with them.

“You’re odd.” He stated when he’d finally managed to get a hold of himself.

“Thanks?”

His eyes raked over my features and his lips quirked up at the side. “Which of your parent was Chinese?”

“My grandma.” I told him, a bit surprised by the change of question, but then again it wasn’t anywhere near the whiplash I got from Drew’s topic-hopping. “My mom says I take after her in looks, personality, almost everything. I never met her though.”

He nodded. “She must have been the real deal.”

Wait, was he trying to say that I was the real deal?

Before I could dwell on that, he asked a different question. And that was how it went for a while, him asking me questions. I wanted to ask him a few questions too, but I held myself back. I didn’t want to feed my curiosity which would only make it grow and then I’d want to know more about him.

This was another first for me. I never talked to the guys I’d had sex with. I barely even saw them after that.

It was starting to get dark and I’d ended up lying on the bed when I’d grown tired of sitting and magically, his fingers had ended up in my hair, sifting rough the strands and freeing all the knots that had found their way in.

I blinked when I realised we’d been quiet for a while and I was staring to get sleepy-mostly from the feeling of his hand running through my hair, but I’d probably die before admitting that out loud. I lifted to a sitting position and he hurriedly removed his fingers from my hair before it could hurt me.

“I should get going,” I told him without looking at him as I threw my legs over the side of the bed and climbed down.

He seemed at a loss for words, sputtering for a moment before saying, “Yeah, I’ll uh-see you later?”

I didn’t say anything as I grabbed my clothes from his chair and crept out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me.