SO TEMPTED TO TOUCH: Erotica short stories.

The nerd and hunk(MM)

( twink, bj, an@l smex,)

Blake.

I should’ve known.

Falling in love with a stripper was a stupid idea but—

Jane stole my breath the second I saw her. Not at the club — at the mall. Tight jeans, that sarcastic smile, legs for days.

She told me the truth on our first date. That she strips. That men drool over her half-naked body every night. I told myself it didn’t matter. I was confident. I was in love.

But love's a fragile thing when it gets poisoned by doubt.

Lately… it’s been rotting.

The late nights. The turned-off phone. The smell of another man’s cologne on her skin — sharp, expensive, lingering on places no customer should ever touch.

I told myself it was nothing. But then I saw the deleted messages. The hush in her voice when I walked in.

I stalked her like some desperate i***t.

And there they were.

A man dropped her off after work, pulling her close. His mouth on hers like he owned her.

My fiancée is cheating on me!

It made me angry and I swore to find him and make him stop luring my fiance.

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Finding him wasn’t hard.

A license plate with a little tech magic. A few database backdoors and boom, his location. The perks of being a nerd.

Dane Jacobs. There was something about that name. But I didn't care. I had to find him and give him a peace of my mind.

Penthouse suite at the Solace Hotel — downtown, overpriced, exclusive.

Fitting for someone like him. Rich and arrogant. The kind of man my fiancée apparently preferred when I wasn’t looking.

My palms were damp as I stood at his door. Suite 1902.

I rang the bell before I could overthink it.

The door swung open… and everything I prepared to say twisted into a tight knot in my throat.

Damn!

He was…Built like a model off a magazine cover.

Strong jawline, a little stubble, dark eyes sharp enough to cut me in half.

The expensive scent of his cologne hit me before his voice did.

“Yeah?” His eyes scanned me—slowly “Can I help you?” His voice was so deep.

I swallowed, clearing my throat. My voice came out too shaky.

“I… I’m Blake. Jane’s fiancé.”

The smirk that stretched across his face made my stomach twist.

“Jane?” His brows lifted, all amusement. “Ah. Jane.”

I clenched my jaw, fighting the flush of heat under my skin. “I know about you two.”

His eyes sparkled with wicked humor.

“I’m here to tell you to stay away from her,” I forced out. “She’s mine. You need to respect that and… and stop seeing her.”

Dane laughed. The sound prickled down my spine.

“Why don't you come in,” he said, stepping back. The door widened. I blinked, unable to utter anything.

“Was just having a drink. You look tense… You should join me, .” His eyes darkened slightly. “Or I’ll make you.”He whispered.

The command in his voice shouldn’t have done anything to me.

But it did.

A pull low in my stomach. The hairs on my arms prickled.

“ Blake, it's not a request anymore.”

The way he said my name made it sound like a dare. Like a promise.

I hesitated.

Then stepped inside.

The suite was everything I expected — sleek, luxurious, glass walls showing the city lights, the faint scent of whiskey and something expensive lingering in the air.

I turned, ready to demand again—ready to remind him I wasn’t here to play games.

But Dane was already watching me. His gaze slowly raked over my body like I was… prey.

“Cute,” he muttered. “No wonder she kept you around.”

My pulse kicked hard in my throat.

“You—”

“Relax.” His voice was silk and steel. “No one’s going to touch Jane… but you walked into my suite.”

His eyes glinted.

“Which means you are my guest tonight.”

“I’m here to tell you to leave Jane,” I forced out, my fists clenched at my sides. “I’m going to marry her.”

Dane’s eyes narrowed, the amused glint replaced by something darker… heavier.

He stepped toward me. I instinctively stepped back, hitting the wall behind me.

“You think I don’t know?” His voice was smooth, dangerous. He kept moving forward until there was barely a breath of space between us.

“I know exactly who you are… and who she is. She didn't stay away from my man.”

His hand lifted—slow, confident—as he reached for my face.

I flinched as his fingers slid to the frames of my glasses, slipping them off with careful precision.

He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“I’m not after her, Blake.” His lips curled into a slow, wicked smile. “I’m after you.”

My breath caught.

What?

The words hit me harder than any punch could have.

Before I could stammer a response, before my brain could catch up, his mouth was on mine.

Soft at first. Then deep. Possessive. Like he owned the space between us — like he’d always owned it.

And I…

I fell right into it.

The taste of him. The pressure of his body against mine. It all came crashing back — years buried under denial and forgotten daydreams.

That kiss.

The one from high school.

Geek and sports camp. I was the awkward kid sharing a room with the football captain.

A stolen moment in the dark. His lips on mine.

It had never left me — even if I’d buried it under years of pretending it didn’t mean anything. A night passionate that I kept pretending it was just a fantasy.

Dane pulled back, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

“Lucky?” I asked. I always called him that, for always scoring and winning in the pitch.

“We meet again, Cutie.” He leaned closer,

“This time… you’re not going anywhere.”

I bit my lip, my heart pounding so hard I thought he’d hear it.

I don’t even remember how we got to the bed. One second Dane’s mouth was stealing the air from my lungs, the next I was on my back, legs spread, his broad frame settling between them. I'm his tonight.

His fingers worked my jeans open with maddening patience, and then my c0ck sprang free —embarrassingly hard from just one kiss.

Dane’s thumb ran along the head, smearing the bead of precum across the tip.

“f**k… all those years,” he muttered, voice thick with hunger. “I’ve been thinking about this… wondering if you tasted as sweet as you looked.”

Before I could speak, his mouth was on me.

Fuck yes—

His lips wrapped around my c0ck, warm, wet and devastatingly good. He sucked slowly and deep, his tongue tracing along the underside, teasing the sensitive ridge, driving me out of my mind.

His name slipped out of my mouth over and over again— my hands fisting in the sheets as he worked me over like he had all the time in the world.

“I fcking love you—Dane—” My hips bucked, but his strong hands pinned them down.

“Stay still, Cutie,” he murmured against my length, the vibration shooting straight through me. “Tonight, I get to suck this c0ck as much as I want. .”

The heat built fast. My thighs trembled, my stomach tightening as that unbearable sweetness shifted to my dck.

“D-Dane, I—”

“c*m,” he ordered.

And I did.

My vision blurred as I came, hard, spilling down his throat. He swallowed it all, licking me clean like he’d been starving for it.

Before the aftershocks even faded, Dane flipped me onto my stomach, spreading my butt wide, exposing me completely. His hand smoothed over my a$s, squeezing possessively.

“You have no f*****g idea,” he muttered, kissing down my spine, “how long I’ve dreamed of this.”

His tongue slid lower, he was so warm and wet.

He licked along my hole, circling it and tasting me like it was his reward for waiting so damn long.

I gasped, my c0ck twitching to life again as his fingers slid beneath me, stroking me, as the dirty drag of his tongue worked in my a$$hole.

I melted under him, my body trembling, mind spinning, every nerve ending raw and electric.

Dane groaned softly, so lost in it and so hungry.

“Mine all mine,” he whispered against me, tongue working deeper, fingers stroking harder. “Jane will have to forget you. I'm yours for good.”

He stroked my D tenderly as he tongued my a$$ his free hand gripping my hip tight enough. How I love this man, I thought I lost him. Only to have him back.

My body was still trembling when Dane flipped me onto my back again. His eyes burned into me, his hand gripping the base of his c0ck.

“Feed me, your c0ck.” I say with a needy voice.

“You remember what to do,” he rasped, voice rough with control but threaded with hunger. “Show me.”

I swallowed, cheeks burning. I always remember.

Sliding down between his thighs, I took him into my mouth. The weight of him, his delicious taste, the faint musk of his skin — it sent a dark thrill through me. His c0ck pulsed against my tongue as I sucked him, my hands rested on his hips.

“Fck, Blake…” Dane’s voice cracked, low and guttural. His fingers tangled in my hair, not guiding — owning.

I hollowed my cheeks, sucked him deeper, and he groaned so deep I felt it vibrate through my bones. His hips flexed, the thick head of his c0ck pressing against the back of my throat.

I gagged, but stayed there, swallowing around him, dizzy on the control he held — and the power I had in this moment.

“Goddamn,” he cursed, pulling out with a wet pop. His eyes were dark.

“That mouth,” he growled, grabbing my thighs, yanking me back onto the bed.

“You’re still tight, aren’t you?” His voice dropped lower, wicked with memory.

“Just like you were… back then.”

My heart stuttered. Back then. He remembered. Every kiss, every whispered touch we’d buried under years of denial. He applied lube on his fingers before fingering, stretching me open. The burn made me gasp, made my c0ck leak against my belly.

Then…

The blunt head of his c**k nudged at my entrance. Moist with strawberry scented lube.

“Ready, Cutie?”He asked softly.

“Yes, always ready for you.” I replied.

He pushed in slowly filling me inch by inch until I was stretched wide, trembling and panting beneath him.

“Still so f*****g tight,” Dane groaned, burying himself to the hilt. His hands braced on either side of my head as he held my hands.

His hips rolled, slow at first — deep, possessive — dragging pleasure and heat from me until I was writhing, desperately falling apart under him.

And when he finally set a punishing rhythm, every thrust sent shockwaves through me.

I never wanted it to stop.