Allure of Temptation

3: Multiple Orgasms

AUDREY

The ease with which he said the words, the intensity in his eyes, the way his eyes didn't leave mine at all, and the nonexistent distance between us went to the wrong part of me.

My dry core that hasn't felt a man's touch in years. My treacherous p***y throbbed, and I felt liquid drip to my panties.

If he were a random man, if he were an older man, I'd be jumping him right now.

“You don't know what you're saying, Matteo,” I attempted to shift away, “are you drunk already? It's me, your mother's friend. I'm way older than you and… This is all shades of wrong and…”

My words trailed off when he ducked his head and licked a spot below my earlobe. I shuddered, like a full-body shudder at the alien sensation.

“Matteo,” I attempted a protest, but what came out was a breathy whisper of his name.

I instinctively angled my neck to give him better access, and he used that as an opportunity to kiss down to my throat while he palmed my right breast through my gown and squeezed.

It sent a jolt through my entire body to my p***y, and a shameful sound escaped from my mouth before I could stop it. He smiled against my neck as all logic flew out of my brain.

He was my friend's son. He was way younger than me. This is immoral. But I couldn't think of any of that. I couldn't think of anything as he kissed all the way down to my cleavage, raised his head slightly up to observe my reactions with a dangerous and challenging glint in his eyes. He was challenging me to stop this, to push him away, to act as the older one should.

Maybe I should. But I couldn't.

The minute he kissed me through my soaked panties, I became nothing but a writhing, moaning mess.

“All this wetness for me, Audrey.” He gloated as he removed the obstruction that was my panties, and he made a show of casually fingering me, pushing my folds aside, and pinching my c**t.

I became an oversensitive bundle of nerves as sounds I didn't know I was capable of making spilled out from my mouth.

“Matteo,” I pleaded just before he dove in, all tongue and teeth, languorous licks, and bites, finger massaging my c**t while I moaned and my body trembled, writhed, and vibrated. Stars exploded behind my eyelids from how good it felt. I couldn't believe the unending assault of pleasure crashing down on me from being eaten out.

I could say I've never had the experience. The fumbling around I did at 16 with my first boyfriend didn't matter, and Dante, who was my second boyfriend and later husband, never did this to me. To him, it was unhealthy for his mouth, but giving him a constant blow job wasn't harmful for mine.

My first man-given orgasm in seven years came crashing down on me without warning. I buckled and screamed, but Matteo didn't relent in eating me out and making a further mess of my p***y and toying with my boobs from underneath my gown.

“Oh my god. Yes, please. Just like that. Ah…” were the shameful sounds and pleas leaving my mouth as another orgasm chased the first and then, another. He didn't stop till I couldn't handle it anymore. I tried to scurry away, but he held me in place till he had his fill, and I was nothing but a boneless, gasping, and shuddering mess.

That was when he let go, and when he raised his hand, the sight of my juice staining his jaw and lips was enough to trigger a wake-up alarm. He didn't allow that to set in. He pulled me close, slammed his mouth against me, and kissed me thoroughly so I could taste myself on his tongue.

The kiss made me delirious with want. It stoked a fire in me. It awakened my need. It made my p***y throb and clench uncontrollably. It made me desperate for something more filling.

Under the haze of the pleasure and the fire burning between us, I blindly reached for his trousers, undid his zipper and belt, and freed him. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and gently stroked just as he tore his mouth away from mine and hissed. He was long, thick, all veins and bulging lines, and already hard.

“f**k, Audrey. Keep stroking me like that, and I'm not going to last a minute.”

The tension in his voice, the way he groaned harshly, the way this young, virile man throbbed and twitched in my hand, spurred me on. I was doing this to him. I was making him come undone like this when Dante said no man would ever want my body again.

It fuelled me. It made me go faster and harsher till guttural groans spilled from his mouth.

“I need to be inside you before I lose my mind.” He groaned, tearing my hand away from him and pushing me to lie on the mat.

I complied, a bit too quickly. My starved was in an overdrive that wanted nothing but satiation, which only he and his c**k would give me.

“And I need you to say it.” He had already aligned himself with my entrance, but instead of pushing it, he was brushing his tip over my sensitive folds and driving me crazy: “I need you to say that you want me to f**k you.”

“I want you to f**k me,” I replied before he even landed, “I need you to f**k me, Matteo. Use me. Just f*****g make me c*m, please.”

That was all he needed to f**k me into oblivion.

He started slow at first with languorous strokes while maintaining eye contact with me and telling me how good it feels to f**k me, how tight I was, how my p***y was clenching against him, and sucking him in until I begged for him to go faster.

That was when he snapped and f****d me till I almost became one with the mat. He f****d my senses out of me, f****d me into a sobbing mess, and when I came around his c**k for the first time, he didn't allow me to gather my breath. He picked me up, spun me around while I was kneeling on the mat, and f****d me from behind. He f****d me while squeezing my boobs and punching my n*****s while occasionally raining smacks on my ass cheeks and making me tell him how much I loved being used like this.

I came again.

And again, back to the mat and legs thrown over his shoulders. The position allowed him to reach into depths that I had no idea were possible, depths that made it feel like he was really punching my guts and rearranging my insides.

It was in that position that he came in me too, and when he pulled away and collapsed on the spot beside me, his c*m dripped from p***y.

I fell asleep with a satisfied smile on my face. I was thoroughly f****d, and it made me feel like a young woman. At the back of my mind, I knew I'd regret this in the morning, but for now, I could only focus on Matteo’s fingers as he f****d me with his c*m and lulled me to sleep.

*****

I escaped the next morning.

When I woke up, I didn't have the luxury of wishing last night had been a bad dream, because the evidence pointing otherwise was what woke me up.

Matteo’s lean body cuddling me, his flapid c**k resting between my ass cheeks, the sheets tangled around our bodies, and the chilly winter morning air that the almost burnt out fire did nothing to soothe. I couldn't believe we slept out here on a winter night, but I guess the heat from our bodies and the activities we indulged in last night were enough to dull the coldness.

My insides burned in shame at the realization of what I had done. I couldn't believe I was that stupid and that desperate enough to hook up with my friend's son of all people.

What would people think of me if they found out? I couldn't imagine how betrayed Meredith would feel. God! I face-palmed before I moved around, sneakily dressed up. I couldn't afford to wake him up, couldn't afford to face him after being such an irresponsible adult.

I dressed up without my panties because I couldn't find them, and I left without a backward glance. My only solace was that I'd probably never see him for the next couple of months, or even for more than a year, and by the time I ran into him again, time would have dulled the effects of the taboo that happened between us.

I was about to realise just how wrong that assumption was.