WICKED TEMPTATIONS (STEAMY COLLECTIONS)

Chapter 2: SWELLING C#CK

He shook his head, “Give a lonely guy some relief. It’s been way too long and you look way too good. You have to play nice.”

I set my glass down on the coffee table and looked him squarely in the eyes. Then, as he sat and stared, I slowly stood up and walked over to his loveseat, and sat down next to him, sliding right up next to him until our thighs were pressed together.

“How nice do you want me to be?”

He groaned and I swear I saw a twitching beneath the fly of his slacks. And believe me, if his c**k wants to gain some attention, all it has to do is ask. Despite his seemingly innocent nice-guy exterior, Thomas is hung like a horse, knows exactly what to do with it, and loves to get creative.

The waitress stopped by to check on us, and we ordered another carafe as well as more food. If I was going to keep drinking like this, I would need some substance to go with it. While we waited for the next tray of goodies, I went back to teasing Thomas. I ran my fingertips up his thigh and squeezed his leg gently.

There is something comfortable about an old lover, you know exactly what will get them revving and raring to go. With Thomas, it was teasing—tons and tons of teasing until he was about to soak his pants. Then you back off just long enough to let him retreat from the edge, and then bam, he was pounding you into the headboard.

“Lacey? What are you doing?” he moaned softly in my ear.

“You still like that, Thomas? When I drive you insane with the tickling?” I wiggled my fingers against his inner thigh to make my point. He shifted in his seat, and I could see the distinct outline of his c**k starting to grow.

“God almighty, I forgot how crazy you used to make me.”

I laughed, “I think I still remember some of my old tricks.”

“Heaven help me then, I’m in my thirties now, not my twenties.”

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I may have even learned a few new ones, like how to keep you right on the edge even longer than before, just begging for relief.”

He squirmed in his seat and tried to nonchalantly rearrange his swelling c**k. I ran the tip of my tongue up the curve of his ear and he groaned deep in his chest.

“But the best tease I can think of won’t even require me touching you. And that’s got to be worse than anything, right?”

He nodded, and looked a little nervous. I ran one fingertip up the length of his c**k and he shivered. And then he looked very surprised when I moved back over to the other loveseat.

“See? I can’t reach you from here. But I promise to have you begging for my tickling before we finish the next pitcher.”

Just then the waitress set down the next round of drinks and food, and was confused by Thomas’s apparent case of anxiety.

“Thank you sweetie, appreciate it,” I greeted the young woman to cover for Thomas’s muteness.

“So are you curious about this new non-touching tease?” I whispered.

He nodded even as his eyes darted around the room. Luckily the place was relatively empty, because I was about to steam it up hardcore.

“I’m going to tell you how I remember the night before our college graduation. Do you remember that night?”

He nodded eagerly, adjusting himself again.

“Then how about you hear it from these soft red lips of mine?”

Flashback: The Graduation Party

Before I launched into my memories of that night, I drained my glass of sangria and smiled leisurely at Thomas. He seemed to be waiting on pins and needles for my recounting of the evening. I could feel the beginning of a tingle through my bloodstream as the memories flooded back in.

“We had all finished our exams and were ready to celebrate. After at least a week of all-nighters, most of us were slap-happy before the party even started. Someone had ordered a keg, and a pile of pizzas. Back then, I thought it was odd that everyone hit the pizza first then the beer. I guess as college students, we were always on the lookout for free food.

“The group was mostly business administration students from our classes. We had all been together for the last four years, and it was bittersweet to be celebrating the end of an era.”

Thomas nodded as he drew out the memories from his own mental Rolodex. I continued as he smiled at the thoughts he was having.

“After we demolished about half of the pizzas, someone finally tapped the keg and started handing out the cheap plastic cups filled with cheap beer. We ended up congregating in the backyard, around the pool with the music blaring.

“Thomas, do you remember Suzanne? She was always the first one to get wasted.”

I laughed as he nodded enthusiastically. I suppose he was eager to remember her because when she got wasted, she tended to lose clothing.

“And that night was no different. About an hour after we started into the keg, she was dancing around the edge of the pool without her shirt. All of the boys were getting tipsy and leering in the direction of her generous cleavage. She liked to highlight her God-given assets with lacy push-up bras and a lot of bouncing around.”

Thomas was grinning as he recalled the petite blonde jumping around to the music, her breasts threatening to bounce clear of her bra altogether.

“So it was going along like any number of college parties to be found on any number of college campuses. Eventually someone got tired of the warmish, flat beer and opened up the liquor bar. I think I can recall bottles of Everclear, Jose Cuervo, and probably Jager as well. Who knows at this point... All I can remember was drinking my fair share of whatever they were pouring. You were right there next to me that whole time.”

I laughed again as Thomas blushed slightly.

“You were always right there, weren’t you? Oh that’s right, that night was the night to end all nights, wasn’t it?”

He nodded and his cheeks flushed darker as I goaded him.

“What was it you said? ‘This night might be our last chance, Lacey’ I think was what you said.”

He shrugged, either trying to avoid answering or truly not remembering. He seemed a little embarrassed at my recounting.

“Anyway, I remember looking at your blue eyes and thinking you were right. I gulped down one last shot of whatever alcohol was in my glass and dragged you by the hand upstairs. Your hands never left my hips as I swayed up to one of the bedrooms, and I think they had started to sneak under my miniskirt before we reached the halfway point.

“We fell into one of the open doors and you kicked it shut behind us. We were pawing at each other, tugging at the clothes that were suddenly in the way of skin-to-skin contact. You exhaled loudly when I finally got my little tank top off because you had already noticed that I was braless underneath. I had nice firm full t**s and you nearly fell over yourself to get to them.

“You ran your hands over the outer curves, lightly brushing my n*****s with your thumbs. I don’t know if it was the cool breeze from the air conditioning or your touch, but they stiffened immediately. You bowed your head to them, and ran your tongue over the tight little peaks."

I looked up briefly and saw Thomas squirming in his seat just a little. I winked at him and shifted in my seat to give him a better view of the breasts in question.

“Oh, you loved playing with them. I guess you always did when we fooled around together, but you just seemed particularly enraptured by their appearance that night. I tugged at the hem of your polo shirt and finally got it off once you were willing to release my tit for a second. I pulled you close and felt your warm skin tingle when your chest touched mine.

“As we hungrily made out, I heard the door open behind you. I was not too concerned, perhaps someone didn’t realize that a closed door meant occupied. However I momentarily looked up and saw Steve standing there in nothing but his khaki shorts. He had the most amazing upper body definition, and his abs looked lickable in the state I was in. I could even see that sexy V leading down into his waistband. You bowed your head back to my bouncing boobs. The beer and the shots had converged in my system, and I could not stop myself from reaching for the sexy guy staring at us.

“Steve slowly walked towards us and slid around behind me. You briefly looked up from my n*****s but were eager to return to them. As your teeth nipped one aching tip, I felt Steve’s hands slide around my bare waist and starting fiddling with the zipper on my skirt.

“God, I could feel the heat from both of you radiating through me, warming me to my core and soaking the little thong I had on.

“He unfastened just the top button of my denim skirt and slipped one hand inside. I felt his teeth on my neck and ear as he started to torment me under my clothes. With your lips and tongue you were driving me crazy from the front and he was teasing my throbbing p***y from behind. He was pressed so close to my ass that I could feel his stiff c**k through our clothes. I kept one hand on the back of your head and reached around with the other to pull him even closer. I wriggled my hips against you both and felt both c***s surge against me."