My Temptation

5

He drops to the floor behind me, his tongue taking no prisoners as he licks me there.

Deep adoring licks, as if I'm the queen and he's my servant, on his knees for my pleasure.

Oh dear god . . . my body begins to build, and I shudder.

I see stars.

I scrunch the sheets up in my hands as I try to deal with him. "I'm going to

"You'll come on my cock."

"Then hurry the f**k up," I demand.

He chuckles, and it's the first time I see a glimmer of my playful date. He rolls on a condom. He wraps my hair around his hand as he holds me still and then slowly slides the tip of his thick c**k through my lips. Back and forth, back and forth.Hurry up.

He positions himself and slowly eases himself in. The air leaves my lungs, and I whimper out loud.

Oh . . . he's big and . . . way too good at this.

"How's this?" He slowly slides himself in and out, warming my body up to his size.

I nod, unable to make a coherent sentence.

"Answer me."

"Good." I close my eyes as I try to deal with him. "Really good."

The scent of his aftershave, his grip on my hair, his c**k so deep inside of me that I can't breathe.

He's all around me, in a perfect sensual 3D experience.

He withdraws completely and slides back in. He does it again, completely out, and then slides right back in.

What's he doing?

"I'm fine," I tell him.

"I'll be the judge of that."

"You're not going to hurt me."

His grip on my hip tightens, and he slams in hard, knocking the air from my lungs.

Ow . . . okay, maybe a little.

Then he is riding me hard, the sound of our skin is slapping loudly, echoing through his room.I try to hold myself up, but it's hard when you are being f****d by a Mack truck.

I can't hold it, and I scream into the mattress.

"f**k," he pants. "Oh yeah, just like that.

I smile as I listen to him come undone. Is there a hotter sound on earth?

He hisses, holds himself deep, and comes hard inside me. I feel the telling jerk of his c**k as it releases.

I'm wet with perspiration as I hear him gasping for air behind me.

And then he kisses me on my behind. "f*****g hot," he whispers against my skin.

I smile into the mattress.

Completely and utterly ruined.

"No. I don't know."

"Because you're my brother, that's why. If you had the best date of your life, would you play

Mr. Innocent to prove a point?"

He rolls his eyes. "Are we going in here?" He gestures to a restaurant.

Poor Liam. I made him come to lunch with me so I can vent all about my weekend from hell.

"Yeah." I sigh. "This will do." I push the heavy door open, and we wait in line to be served. "How do you know it was even him in the club? Chloe was probably wearing beer googles."

"Because she sent me a video of him."

"She took a video of him?" He screws up his face in disgust. "That's not creepy at all."

"Look." I bring up the video that I know by heart by now because I've watched it ten thousand times.

I hit play, and he watches the footage. "He's a douche, Juliet."

I exhale heavily. "It was the best night of my life."

"No, it wasn't. Look how he made you feel. He's a fucktard. Forget him."

I sigh heavily. "I guess." "What's his name, anyway?"

"Henley."

"That's a weird name." He curls his lip in disgust. "Hen as in chicken?"

"Hen as in c**k, I would say." I widen my eyes

He winces. "Yuck, too much information."

As we wait he watches the video on my phone again. He passes it back in disgust. "If I ever see him, I'll knock him out for you," he mutters dryly. "Deal?"

"Okay, deal." I smile, feeling a little bit better that my younger brother is also one of my best friends.

We get to the front of the line. "Hello, can we have a table for two, please?" I ask.

The hostess looks over the booking sheet. "I just have to get the table cleared. Can you wait for five minutes?"

He pulls the car over to the side of the road. "I'll see you.' He leans over and taking my face in his hand kisses me softly. "Tonight I smile against his lips. "Tonight.

Seriously The best night of my life.

We had the best date ever, went home and f****d like animals, then had a shower and made tender sweet love.

I woke up to more of his oral skills this morning, and then he made me breakfast.

Now that's what I call a date well done.

This is it . he's the one.

I am walking onfucking air.

"I have to work today, but I'll call you later?" he asks.

I want to punch the air, but I won't because I'm being cool and all that. "Have a good day." I open the car door, and he pulls me back for another kiss. I laugh against his lips. "I have to

go.'

"Maybe I have to come."

"You're a s*x maniac." I laugh. With another quick kiss I jump out of the car, and he gives me a slow sexy smile. "Bye." I float inside. I'm on cloud nine.

I change my sheets and bundle up the old ones at double speed.

In among the walking-on-air thing, I've been on cleaning crack today.

I've tidied. I've washed. I've bought fresh flowers. I've vacuumed and mopped. I cleaned the bathroom. I bought new underwear and even got a few groceries, just in case things go really well tonight and we don't make it out to dinner.

With my hands on my hips, I look over my apartment to try and see it with new eyes. The living room rug looks a little tired. Hmm. I mean, I have had it for a few years. Maybe I should take it down to the garage?

I really want to put my best foot forward with Henley tonight.

I slide my coffee table over and roll up the huge rug. I try to pick it up and strain. Oh hell this thing is heavy.

I drag it to the door and struggle out into the hall, dragging it as I go. I turn toward the elevator, then remember that it's closed for maintenance today.

Fuck.

Six flights of stairs it is.

I drag it along, sweating, huffing, and puffing. It takes me ten minutes to get down only two levels.

Hell, this date will have oto be another sleepover, simply because I'm going to be so exhausted that I'll fall asleep before dinner.

I get halfway down and have to sit for a few minutes and rest. I take out my phone and check it.

No missed calls.

I finally get to the bottom of the stairs and drag my rug into my garage.

Right . . now to make myself simply irresistible.

I pick up my phone and check it for the thousandth time today. I'm sitting on my couch, primped, primed, with nowhere to go.

It's 7:00 p.m., and Henley hasn't called me yet.

Where the hell is he?

I have this uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. What if something's wrong?

Stop it.

He's going to call; I know he IS.

So why hasn't he already? It's 7:00 p.m. He would have called by now if he was going to.

I flick through Netflix in search of a distraction.

Maybe he's lost my number?

I sit up, suddenly interested in that theory. Yes that must be it. If he did lose my number, then he has no way of contacting me.

Maybe I should call him?

My phone rings. "Hello," I answer. "Did he call yet?" Chloe asks.

"No." 1 sigh.