Page 16 of Tempted
My legs were shaking, my mouth was dry, and I’d never been more turned on in my life. Positioning myself behind him, I admired the sight for a moment before I wrapped my fingers around the base of the dildo and carefully tugged it free. Letting it drop to the sheets, I stroked my cock, just once, lined myself up, and then pushed inside him.
It was like nothing I’d imagined it would be, and everything I’d imagined it would be at the same time. Being surrounded by Niccolò, his body covered by mine, both of us moving together, our pace increasing as we found our rhythm… I knew right then that this couldn’t only be a one-time thing. I’d found it impossible to get him out of my head as it was, and now… I’d succumbed to the temptation of Niccolò Rossi, and once would never be enough.
“Bennett. Yes,” he moaned, pushing back, one hand going down between us to grip his cock. I wanted to be the one to touch him, but I was struggling to stay in control, to get him to make those breathy noises when my cock hit him just right, to hold him in place so I could keep up my pounding rhythm, giving him what we both wanted. Multitasking was beyond me. This time. There’d be a next time, if he wanted that.
“You feel so good,” I panted against his neck. “Gonna come.”
“Come, Ben. Come inside me. Please.”
His desperate words sent me hurtling over the edge, my cock throbbing, filling the condom with my release. He whimpered, his hand moving faster, and then he jerked against me, his cock shooting cum over the sheets beneath us. I held him through it, shuddering against him as the aftershocks raced through our bodies.
We ended up cuddling on his bed, and after a little while of having him curled up against me, his warm breaths skating across the crook of my neck, I realised something.
This wasn’t only about the sex.
I liked this part just as much as the things we’d done earlier.
I wanted more of it.
I wanted Niccolò to be mine.
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“I couldn’t help myself. I thought, y’know, after the kiss, that I should draw a line under it. But I found your account, and I couldn’t stay away.”
“I am very tempting. I don’t blame you.” Niccolò gave me a wicked grin, and I found myself leaning in to kiss his nose, which wasn’t something I’d ever had the urge to do to anyone before.
“You are.” My gaze flicked to the corner of his bedroom, where I could see my hoodie peeking out from the bottom of a pile of clothes, haphazardly balanced on the edge of his desk. “Speaking of your FBO, I noticed my hoodie in the background of one of your pictures. Or Ander did, anyway.”
“Ander’s subscribed to my FBO account?” His mouth fell open, his body freezing against me.
“No. I, uh, I showed him your account when I was talking to him about you.”
Niccolò relaxed, snuggling back into me and pressing a kiss to my chest. “Not that I mind, but it’s Ander. He made us go in a cupboard. A cupboard! He doesn’t deserve nice things after that.”
“JJ, too.”
“Yeah. We’ll get them back, somehow. You’re very cuddly. In a muscly way.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Glad to hear it. Are you gonna tell me about my hoodie?”
Burrowing into my neck, he shook his head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean for it to be on camera. I…I like it. It’s warm, and it reminded me of you.”
Smoothing my hand down his back, I let my eyes drift shut, relaxing in this moment with him. “Don’t be sorry. You couldn’t really see it in the photo. I don’t think anyone would have really noticed. Too busy looking at you to notice your surroundings. I know I was.”
“It could do with being a bit more glittery,” he mumbled.
My eyes opened. “You say that because you’re a little magpie.” Lifting his hand, I kissed one of his sparkly blue fingernails.
I felt his smile against my skin. “That’s what my housemate calls me.” A yawn followed the smile, and I wrapped my arms more tightly around him.
“Nic? Before you fall asleep, can I ask you something?” When he raised his head, I said, “I don’t want to pressure you or make this sound too serious, but I want to make sure we’re on the same page. Is this just sex—and I want you to know that I’m okay if it is—or are you interested in anything else with me?”
He studied me intently for a moment. “Anything else like what?”
“Like…like going on a date. You and me.”
His gaze dropped to my chest. There was a long, long pause, and my heart sank, but I did my best to keep my disappointment from showing on my face. Fucking hell, I shouldn’t even be this bothered about it. Of course he wouldn’t want more from me than sex—why would he? Having fun and fucking around was one thing, but a date was a completely different thing. A thing with expectations, even if it was casual.