Surrounded By Temptation(16)

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he growled, roughly jerking with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other. “I can come from this vision every day of my life.”

She looked at him then, eyes tempting him, drawing him to her. Then she moved her hand from her pussy and sucked on her fingers, moaning.

“No fair,” he panted, still working his prick.

“Tastes so good. Almost as good as you.”

He groaned, shaking his head, fighting the need to…come? Take? He didn’t know. He was just fighting some internal battle he didn’t have time to identify.

Then she shoved her hand between her legs again and within seconds, she was screaming, writhing on the floor, thrusting her hips up in the air as she came. The sight was so erotic he stilled, mesmerized by the beauty of his mate taking her own pleasure. When she sighed and sat up, looking at him, he squeezed his dick painfully and began to fuck his fist with raging need. He was going to come and shoot all over her, her breasts, her tummy, her pussy. He was going to mark her everywhere.

“Stop.”

He growled at her, shaking his head and working his fist faster. The hell he was going to stop. Fuck that.

“Rob, I said stop. You don’t get to come.”

He dropped his dick like it was hot coal and roared at her, crouching down and growling in her face. She squeaked. He knew he scared her, but he couldn’t stop.

“Your fangs.”

He licked his teeth and sure enough, his fangs had descended. Did that mean his lion was trying to take her or was it because he was too pissed to focus?

She moved slowly toward him on her knees. She softly rubbed her hands up and down his thighs like she was gentling him. Then to his surprise, she licked his cock.

“You don’t…I mean…I’m sorry I…” He couldn’t make out a clear thought. He didn’t know what he was feeling. He didn’t want her to do anything that made her uncomfortable, but he was aching for her. He needed her to make him come. He just couldn’t bear the thought of making himself come again after she left like he’d had to do yesterday.

“Shh.” Her lips wrapped around him and she swallowed him. He yelped at the sudden intensity of her mouth on his very sensitively aware dick, his hand clutching her shoulders in effort to keep from holding her head like he’d done earlier.

“So good,” he moaned over and over, gently thrusting his hips, trying not to overpower her. “Please don’t stop, angel. Please, please don’t stop.” He didn’t care that he was begging. He’d beg his mate every day if he had to. He never wanted the sweet heaven of her mouth to ever leave him.

She reached up and gently squeezed his balls. He spread his legs a little more to give her better access, but was constrained by the size of the shower to move too much. It didn’t matter. She fondled him one last time before moving back and massaging his perineum. He groaned, squeezing her shoulders, but trying not to hurt her, his thrusts becoming a little more demanding.

Then she pressed her finger at his pucker and instinct took over. He bore down until she breached him, shouting as she entered him and sought his prostate.

Right fucking there!

He roared, his thrusts turning frantic, and then she used her hand and mouth in tandem on his dick, moaning around him while she assaulted his sweet spot.

He couldn’t hold back. God, it was too good. “You’re gonna make me cooome… Oh, fuuuck!” He released her shoulders, one fist flying into the tiled wall beside him and the other reaching out to grab the bar on the shower door because instinctively, he knew if he didn’t let go of her, he’d bruise her, hurt her. And that was unacceptable.

She continued to swallow him as he shot down her throat, taking his seed and his strength with him. When he had nothing left to give, he collapsed to his knees before her and took her into his arms, his lips crushing hers. He didn’t care if she thought this was just a test. He had to taste her, and the temptation of his seed in her mouth was too much to resist.

She tasted of his musk and something much sweeter and he was immediately addicted. It was a taste he’d never forget and always crave. When she pulled away, he dropped his forehead to hers, breathing hard.

“Thank you, angel. I know you didn’t plan for that to happen, but I-I, um, just thanks.” He couldn’t tell her what he wanted to tell her. If she truly knew he had no intentions of ever letting her go, she might bolt right now. He had to be careful if he stood a chance of winning her heart.

“The pleasure was all mine,” she whispered.

He disagreed, but said nothing. It was safer that way.

* * * *

Ariel stared at herself in the little blue negligee she’d brought with her, finding the strength for this next test. God, she knew this didn’t conform to any professional or ethical standards, but she was having a hard time remembering that. After the shower incident yesterday, she’d stayed away at dinnertime, trying to gather her thoughts. She couldn’t explain the draw she had to Rob, but she knew if she’d continued with this next step last night, she’d have thrown all ethics out the window and just fucked him. She couldn’t do that. If she slept with Rob then there was no way not to become emotionally attached.