Tempting Me: A Bad Boy Romance (20 page)

Chapter 15-Ayron
 

His Angelfish? I could have melted into the floor right there. This sexy man wants me to be his. The anguish of not being totally honest with Devlin swishes around in my belly like sour milk. If I had followed him home from the club that night when we met on the dance floor, then this night would be perfect. It would be the best night of my life. But I hadn’t.

The beautiful hotel suite is large and grand. There are two bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a living area with a sofa set and television.

“You got a second room for me,” I say, watching the thoughtful and charming Devlin slide out of his black Versace shoes.

“I told you that I planned to play by your rules,” he replies, his eyes grazing over me.

I turn away from his smoldering gaze. He looks as though he wants to tear my clothes off, and I have half of a mind to let him. He had gone through so much trouble to make this a wonderful night for me. Just about me. He had seen the play several times, he had been to New York and seen the sights, everything that happened tonight was for my pleasure, and now I want to give him some in return.

“I can’t believe you did this all for me,” I murmur, feeling as though I am being wound into him. His chiseled handsome face, large square shoulders, and athletic build make me want to touch him.

His vertical blue and black striped button down shirt, with a perfect fit on his torso, makes me want to just rip it off.

His smile gets bigger as he watches me.

I press my breasts against the hardness of his torso and look up at him.

“You said that you would touch me only if I touch you,” I repeat the rule we established before the flight. He had said it all to calm me, and it had worked.

His breath quickens as he stares hungrily at my mouth.

I slide my hand across the front of his zipper.

“You’re in control, Angelfish,” he chokes out before biting his lip.

I continue to stroke the length of his hardening dick through his pants.

“Is it alright if I touch you here?” I question.

His eyes roll upward when I increase the pressure, palming him.

“Don’t roll your eyes,” I tease. “They’ll get stuck that way.”

He coughs out a half-moan and laugh.

“You’re worth going blind for,” he grunts.

I unbuckle his belt.

Before I can unzip his pants, Devlin pulls my face to his so quickly that it startles me. He open my mouth with his hot tongue with an intensity that sends fire bolts straight to my pussy. Low groans escape his throat as he feverishly dances his tongue through my mouth and palms my ass as though it would run away if he didn’t keep it tightly handled.

Without letting go of my mouth or my ass, Devlin moves me onto the sofa in two steps. I am lost to the pool of my emotions as he presses his large frame between my legs. His hands roam my body, alternating between my breasts and ass. I can smell his cologne on his hands and his body as he comes closer to me. One whiff is all I need. But luckily I got more.

I can feel his rough hands move all over my body, from top to bottom, and it gives me a sense of protection and warmth. It also makes me want him to not stop touching me.

I may as well just serve my pussy to Devlin on a platter. The man did a damn good job of sweeping me off of my feet. The plane, the play, the wait for me: all amazing. All fleeting. I have to take advantage of the time that I have with him.

I let out a moan of pleasure. Feeling the familiar throb between my thighs, that ache for Devlin that pulses through me whenever I am near him.

“You win,” I murmur. “Take me.”

This stops him. The hot rough kisses stop in an instant, and he is standing on the other side of the room pacing and counting.

“One hundred…ninety-nine…ninety-eight…ninety-seven…ninety-six,” he says in a low voice.

I sit up, suddenly feeling cold.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sounding more like a frightened little girl than the sexy woman I had planned to be. Did he not want me? Why had he done all of this, if not to screw me?

“Seventy-four…seventy-three…seventy-two,” he continues.

I get up and walk across the room to him. I place a hand on his shoulder and he stops pacing.

When he looks at me, he looks sad.

“Talk to me,” I say.

He sighs.

“This is the shit that my father was talking about,” he says, shaking his head.

His father? What had his father said? Does Devlin know about me? Is that why he stopped?

I swallow back a knot in my throat and bite my lip. It tastes like him.

“I’m worrying you,” he says softly, before ushering me to the couch where he was just about to rip off my clothes.

“I understand why my father didn’t give me the position,” he says, looking at me seriously. “Being a leader takes self-control. You have to follow protocol. I haven’t been the best at doing that. I couldn’t even keep control tonight.”

He looks defeated.

I run my hand across the top of his.

“Restraint takes practice, and I’m pretty sure you’ve had to exercise that more in the business world than in the bedroom,” I say. His determination to make tonight about me and take things slow is heartwarming. I can’t remember a man ever caring this much about my feelings. Maybe because I didn’t make them.

He shakes his head before licking those “make her cum” lips.

“Experience is simply the name that we give our mistakes,” I quote, attempting to comfort him. “If you know better, you will do better. When it is time for your review hearing, get in there and tell them what you told me: that you acknowledge this flaw but have addressed it and grown.”

He smiles at me.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you talk smart,” he says, kissing my cheek. “You asked me for thirty days and I plan to respect that. I wanted everything to be perfect for you tonight, but when you kissed me with that mouth—”

I kiss the remainder of the words from him, and he pulls back.

“There you go again,” he laughs.

“I want this, Dev. I want you.” Damn it all. I am ready to feel him. I need to feel him to quench this thirst.

“Come here,” he says and guides me to one of the bedrooms, and my heart flip flops.

He slides out of his pants and with one hand, undoes my bra strap under my top. I was impressed. I help unbutton his shirt while he slowly takes my top off and slides my bra off my shoulders. He looks down and smiles at my breasts. He had been teasing me for so long, reigning over the agony that pulses in my privates for him. Tonight he will give me what I needed.

If I had planned for this, I would have worn something sexy, but instead, I have on a pair of everyday, cotton bikini-cut panties and a purple, deep-cut lace bra. They don’t match, but to him it probably doesn’t matter.

He then picks me up and pushes me down on the bed. He slowly takes my panties off and throws them on the other side of the room.

“Only to prevent you from putting them back on early,” he says with a big grin.

“You determine how far we go,” he says, tossing a condom onto the nightstand.

My body nearly vibrates with anticipation of his touch, at the thought of having him dip inside me.

“Just go ahead and put that on,” I say, leaning over to kiss him. Rules were made to be broken. “I am more than ready.”

He stops me.

“You determine how far we go by how many truths you can tell me,” he clarifies, and I want to shrivel up in a ball and roll away.

I lift my eyebrows, and I feel the slight crease in my forehead.

“Truths?” I question. I gulp down what felt like a growing ball of fur in the back of my throat. “What kind of truths?”

Devlin rises above me, the tight muscles in his arm flexing, and slides his perfect body between my legs. Sensations sizzle through me everywhere that our bodies meet. I can feel pleasurable sensations between my thighs.

“You wanted me to get to know you before we moved things to another level.” He speaks words, but I find it hard to concentrate. A different part of his body seems to magnify with each word. His rippled six-pack abs, his tight, meaty ass, the bulge pressing against me, all cloud my mind.

“I’m going to ask you questions, and any time that you answer truthfully, we move closer to the prize,” he says huskily, keeping his body perfectly still above mine.

Damn. Devlin had more control than he gave himself credit for.

“And what’s the prize?” I whimper.

“Penetration,” he exhales before thrusting against me and grabbing my neck simultaneously. “Do you want to play?”

My pussy dripping, I nod my head.

He places his face between the rise of my breasts.

Want bounds through me in ripples and I nearly explode right then and there.

“What is your name?” he asks with an expert hand massaging my left breast.

“Ayron Winters,” I mutter, allowing my body to flow with the movement of his hand.

“Good.”

Sliding away the lacy fabric of my bra with his mouth, he flicks his tongue against my hardened nipple. I whimper when he makes it disappear into his mouth.

I slide down a little and press my pelvis against the hardness of him, aligning his dick to fit perfectly against my clit. My arms automatically wrap around his neck.

He releases my nipple, leaving it just as wet as my pussy had become.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper with my eyes closed, successfully lost in a trance of good feelings.

“Where do you live?” he asks.

I open my eyes. He wants those dangerous truths, the ones that I refuse to give an answer to in the light of day, but I need his dick inside of me so badly that I ache all over.

His eyes are intense, and I can tell that he is serious.

I circle my fingers across the ripples of muscle on his back.

“Kiss me,” I demand breathlessly.

He nuzzles away the fabric from the other side of my bra, and hovers there above my nipple, neglecting to take it in.

I arch my back to feel his hardness and push my nipple against his lips.

“Where do you live?” He breathes against my nipple like it is a microphone at a sound check. Devlin gives a small thrust of his hips against me, initiating all sorts of tingles that fray my resolve.

My muscles clench in anticipation, wanting to feel the rod that is pressed against it move to the inside.

“Where do you live?” he asks again, this time his voice taking on a guttural sound that lets me know he needs this just as much as I do.

“3327 South Kingsley Avenue,” I blurt out.

Need for him spirals through me as he appeases my senses by taking the other nipple into his mouth.
“Good,” he mouths against my tit, increasing the pressure of his sucking and circling his finger around my other nipple.

I try to control my breathing as he slides his mouth away and trails it down below the brim of my panties.

His smooth hands slide away the fabric and I feel exposed.

He places small suckles over the outline of my V, avoiding the sensitive folds that lie below.

I shudder when his lips press against the lips of my vagina.

“What do you do for a living?” he grunts into my folds, each push of air that follows each word causing my well to water more.

“I—I am a—I’m a professional organizer,” I stutter before steadying my body in anticipation for the licking of my life.

He shakes his head and parts my fold, exposing my pulsating clit.

“What do you do for a living?” he asks again, so close to the spot that I nearly scream.

“Devlin, please.” I shudder.

He sits up and moves away from the bed.

“I can’t force you to tell me the truth, Ayron,” he says, picking up his pants.

I raise my head, nearly disoriented with a confused sense of want and panic twisting through me.

“You went to school with doctors,” he states, with force behind each word.

“Wait,” I say, placing a hand into the air.

“Random people stop you to explain how you changed their life. That shit don’t add up,” he says.

I leap up. How did he put his clothes on so fast? This is going horribly wrong. A whirlwind of dread sweeps across me. Angst claws at my insides as I watch Devlin’s jagged movements.

“The truth is, I am a psychologist,” I explain, hoping to calm him, keep him, stop him from leaving. “Dr. Ayron Winters.”

“A what?” he yells, his eyes widening.

“Wait. I thought that you—” I thought he had figured it out.

“I didn’t know what to think, Ayron. I just felt like you were holding back. Your body tensed when I asked you the question each time.”

“So you were using my pussy as a lie detector,” I respond.

He stops to look at me.

“I wanted shit to be out in the open, for there to be no unanswered questions. Stupid me.”