A Game Of Temptation

LAURA

With the look he gave me, you’d think I had sprouted a second head. “What do you mean we’re not having sex?”

“I’m sorry, but we’re not.”

I actually was sorry. I could see how hard he was, how badly he wanted this and it also wasn’t fair that I’d gotten him to this point only to stomp on the brakes. I mean, I wanted this too. I wanted it so much that my core pulsed and clenched around emptiness, aching to be filled with his length, but at least I’d gotten two orgasms. He’d gotten zero.

But it just couldn’t happen no matter how bad we both wanted it.

“Why?” He ran his eyes over my body, heat filling his eyes anew at the sight of my nakedness. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

“I-” I shook my head, dragging the sheets over me and letting them pool on my thigh. It felt hypocritical to be telling him we weren’t going to have sex when I was still naked in front of him, but I still needed him distracted which was why I left my breasts bare. “I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong.”

He nodded slowly. “Okay. Then what’s wrong?”

What’s wrong is that I want you so bad, I can’t even think about having sex with anyone else. What’s wrong is that I want you right now even though you just gave me two orgasms. What’s wrong is that I want you, but it just can’t happen.

I shook my head, more to myself than him. “We can’t have sex, Alex.”

“Yeah, I got that part.” The condom was still clutched in his fist in a loose grip. “What I’m asking is why.”

“Because I don’t have sex with the same person twice.” I delivered flatly.

His head whipped back as if he’d been slapped, and he shot off the bed so fast, you’d think the thing was on fire. “You used me?”

I winced, guilt suffusing me instantly, but I couldn’t bring myself to deny it. I wanted to say something, to tell him that I hadn’t used him, or rather, that I hadn’t intended to, but I couldn’t because that was exactly what I’d done.

I’d used him. I’d done so in my bid to fight dirty back.

“You fucking used me?” He asked again, unable to believe it.

Fuck, no number of orgasms was worth the amount of guilt I was feeling right now.

I should have just told him no in the hallway and gotten myself off. He’d even been about to walk away, I should have just let him. Sure, my hands couldn’t compare to what he did to my body, but I should’ve suffered instead of using him.

Panicked, I rose up on my knees, my hand outstretched. “I didn’t!” When he cut a glare my way, I swallowed and rephrased. “I-I mean, I didn’t mean to. I just wanted you to-”

“Give you an orgasm,” he cut in. “That was all you cared about. Did you even think about me once?”

I pursed my lips, chewing on the lower one.

“As I’d suspected.” He shook his head, angry eyes looking me over. “You’re so unbelievably selfish.”

“Alex…” I sighed, but I wasn’t getting through to him.

“I can’t believe you used me.” He spat out the words like they offended him, and they probably did.

I tried to put myself in his shoes. How would I react if a man got me to get him off then called it off when it was my turn?

Well, the question shouldn’t be how I’d react. It should be, what would I do? Because I’d punch him so hard in the dick, he’d forget all about the pleasure and all he’d feel was pain.

God, I really was an ass.

I blinked myself back to the present and found him leaning on my dresser, tall, dark, pissed off and so fucking handsome, it was almost annoying. He stared down his nose at me, that stubborn chin set, jaws clenched and eyes tapered into dangerous slits.

My eyes fell to the huge bulge in his sweats that hadn’t gone down once during all this time, and my poor core spasmed, begging for it to fill me. My nipples tightened to a point of pain and it was all I could do to not cup them and massage some of the ache away.

What was wrong with me?

How could I be getting turned on even now?

“Alex, please understand.”

A thick brow lifted and even that innocent movement turned into something sexual in my head. I swallowed.

“I’m trying to.”

I shifted to the edge of the bed and sat back on my knees. I didn’t miss his eyes taking a quick dip to my breasts, then back up. His throat bobbed.

“I can’t have sex with the same person twice.”

He shook his head, staring at me as if I was crazy. Well, that was his problem. It didn’t have to make sense to him as long as it made sense to me.

“Why?” He asked again.

“Because it’s necessary.” I told him, thinking back to how intimate his words had felt, how intimate that kiss had been. “Twice could turn into thrice, and so on. It breeds intimacy. Uncomfortable conversations and situations.”

He stared at me as if I was a strange creature he’d encountered and didn’t know what to do with me. He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “Have you ever been in a relationship?”

Ew.

“No,” I told him with a scrunch of my nose.

I could tell that he was surprised by that piece of information. Very surprised in fact, but he hid it well and nodded.

“Okay.” He pinned me with intense green eyes. “That doesn’t make what you did acceptable though.”

I nodded quickly, glad that he understood. I might fight ditty when the situation called for it, but I wasn’t a bad person. “I know it doesn’t. I’m sorry for not telling you.”

He stared at me for a whole minute before pushing away from the dresser, heading in the direction of the door.

Wait. Where the hell was he going?

“What are you doing?”

“Leaving,” He said without turning.

“You’re leaving like that?” I asked, confused.

He didn’t have to ask what I meant. He was still hard, and unless he was leaving to go do something about it in his room-which was totally hot, by the way-then he was going to suffer from blue balls.

I couldn’t imagine how painful that had to be considering how turned on he’d been.

“What other choice do I have?”

“I could get you off.”

That got him to stop walking. He turned around so fast, I almost missed the movement, and the look on his face had me shrinking back on the bed.

“I’m not going to ask you to get me off like some fucking whore.” He thundered.

“It’s not asking if it was my idea.”

“And that makes it better.” He sneered sarcastically.

I shrugged.

He stalked back towards the bed to where I was kneeling, ran a finger down my cheek and I rose on my knees, willing him to kiss me. “You’ll learn, Laura,” he breathed, hot green eyes on mine. “That just because you used me, doesn’t mean I’m going to return the favour.”

His last words were like whiplash, and when I blinked, he wasn’t standing in front of me anymore.

The sound of my door slamming shut reverberated through the room.