Twenty Times Tempted: A Sexy Contemporary Romance Collection

by Petrova, Em

  Heaving a sigh of what Wilkes assumed was relief, Balkhi smiled. “Follow me.”

  Wilkes released Balkhi’s arm, bent to collect his bag—he didn’t want to have to stop what they were doing to retrieve condoms and lube—then followed him along a short corridor and into a fair-sized room with a double bed in the middle. His heart began racing—the one and only time they’d actually had the opportunity to have sex in a bed, it had been a single. That was only part of the reason they hadn’t made it past the floor—the rest was down to pure urgency. They’d fucked right there and then, without the slightest concern for getting carpet burns.

  Now they had time, privacy and a nice, spacious, hopefully comfortable mattress. This wasn’t going to be fucking. It was going to be making love, and he could hardly wait.

  As Balkhi moved over to close the curtains, Wilkes put his bag down again, toed off his trainers, then crouched down to find the protection and lube he’d stashed in the side pocket of his holdall. Pulling them out, he straightened and turned towards the bed.

  Balkhi had beaten him to it, and was settled on the mattress, his arms folded behind his head, giving off an utterly nonchalant air. Wilkes suspected it was an act—he had to be aching to make love as much as he was.

  Jerking his head at the items in Wilkes’ hands, Balkhi said, “Is this that Boy Scout thing you told me about again?”

  Grinning, Wilkes replied, “Yes. I didn’t know whether you’d have any. Whether you’d be too embarrassed to buy any.”

  “I... do not know. I have never tried. But I will. If I am too embarrassed, there is always internet shopping.”

  “True. Now, shall we stop talking?”

  “Yes.” The reply was immediate. “Come here.”

  Tossing the items onto the bed, Wilkes quickly followed them. Almost immediately, Balkhi moved closer, their bodies now touching, and kissed him. It was a brief, but not chaste, kiss, then Balkhi pulled away.

  “I really have missed you, Hugh. I just had to say that. It has been so difficult not being able to see you.”

  “I know. Trust me, I know. But we’ll figure it out, we’ll figure it all out. I promise. Now, please, kiss me again.”

  “Of course.”

  Reaching for each other, they quickly found a position that was comfortable, and resumed kissing with a renewed passion. As their tongues twisted and battled, their hands wandered; cupping jaws, squeezing shoulders, caressing hips, groping arses. Between them, their cocks, hot, hard and heavy, rubbed against each other through their layers of clothes, the friction just sufficient to fuel their desire, to push it higher, but nowhere near enough to sate their need. Only climax would take the edge off that need, and Wilkes was already sure that one climax would only be the start.

  Breaking the kiss briefly, Wilkes gasped for air. “God, Rustam, I need this. I need you.”

  Balkhi’s response was to roll away, get off the bed and begin undressing.

  Torn between watching and copying, Wilkes chose the latter. He could drink in the delicious sight of his naked boyfriend soon enough, when they’d both taken off their clothes.

  They met back in the middle of the mattress, their grins mirror images. Mouths colliding once more, they kissed with yet more eagerness, more heat, and a not inconsiderable amount of violence. Their teeth clashed, and Wilkes reacted, sucking Balkhi’s tongue into his mouth and roughly mimicking fellatio on the hot, wet flesh.

  Balkhi’s moans and lust-filled whimpers sent further blood rushing to Wilkes’ cock, and he released his tongue, only to repeat the action on Balkhi’s bottom lip. Finally, with a sharp nip to the soft, plump skin, he pushed Balkhi’s shoulder, forcing him onto his back.

  Straddling his lover, Wilkes felt all his Christmases and birthdays had come at once. However, just like if that had indeed happened, he found he didn’t know where to begin. There was so much to explore, so much toffee-coloured skin to discover, to taste, to tease...

  Ever logical, Wilkes decided he would simply start at the top and work his way down. Whether he got past Balkhi’s cock without getting distracted was another matter entirely. And there was only one way to find out.

  Shuffling into position, he leaned down, his mouth close to Balkhi’s ear. “I’ve waited a very, very long time for this.”

  “Me too.”

  Wilkes couldn’t resist—he caught Balkhi’s mouth in another soul-stealing, toe-curling kiss, before breaking away and trailing his lips from Balkhi’s, down his chin, and to his throat. There, he gently nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, alternating kisses and licks, and even nibbling at his earlobes. Thoroughly enjoying himself and the reactions he was eliciting, Wilkes took his time as he’d promised himself, gradually working his way to Balkhi’s shoulders, clavicle, collarbone.

  Balkhi lifted his hands and placed them on Wilkes’ scalp. With a push, he attempted to encourage him to go lower.

  “Hey,” Wilkes admonished, looking up at Balkhi’s face, “stop that. We’ve never had chance to do this before, so I’m bloody well going to take it slow, all right? We’ve got all weekend.”

  Chapter Three

  “Sorry,” Balkhi said, not sounding all that apologetic. “It is just... I want you so much, and I need to—”

  “I know, and you will. We both will, many times before I have to leave on Sunday. Hang on a little bit longer, let me have my fun. It’ll be even better for the wait. Explosive.”

  Balkhi’s reply was a nod and an unconvincing smile.

  As soon as Wilkes lowered his head again, he allowed himself a smile, too, since Balkhi couldn’t see his face now. He wasn’t about to admit it, but he was pleased that Balkhi was as desperate to fuck as he was. It was always nice to be desired, and it meant Wilkes didn’t feel quite so single-minded, so sex-mad, since his lover had the same cravings, the same gut-wrenching need.

  The last thing he wanted was for Balkhi to think he was only interested in one thing. Granted, right now he was, but once they’d gotten the initial good-god-I-haven’t-seen-you-in-weeks-never-mind-fucked-you sex out of the way, they’d be able to think more clearly. With their brains, rather than their dicks. Maybe they’d even get that cup of tea. Eventually.

  But not yet.

  Working slowly towards Balkhi’s left nipple, Wilkes enjoyed the sensation of wiry chest hair scraping against his lips and face. Breathing in deeply, a fresh shot of lust hit him right in the groin as the scent of his lover invaded his nostrils. Musky, masculine, with a hint of lime shower gel, he suspected. It was all the more noticeable as, out in the Afghan desert, their showering facilities hadn’t exactly been the best. But when everyone was in the same situation, nobody really noticed.

  The nipple now within reach, Wilkes ran his tongue over the tiny bud, smirking as he heard a sharp intake of breath from the head of the bed. Repeating the action a couple more times, he then began flicking rapidly back and forth with his tongue, teasing the erect flesh.

  Then, closing his lips over it, he sucked and pulled at the skin, gratified to hear Balkhi’s pleasure-filled groans, and to feel a delicious erect cock twitch against his stomach. He had to resist the temptation to reach down, take it in his fist and stroke it until Balkhi writhed in ecstasy, painting them both with sticky spurts of cum.

  There’d be time enough for that.

  Finally releasing the nipple, he moved over to the other one, treating it to the same care and attention, while his own eager cock bobbed against Balkhi’s leg.

  Slowly does it, he reminded himself.

  Satisfied that both needy buds had been equally lavished, Wilkes moved back to the centre of Balkhi’s chest. Following the trail of hair across the beautiful dark skin, he shifted out to each side in turn, pressing kisses to the taut muscles of his lover’s abdomen, before returning to the middle again.

  When he reached Balkhi’s belly button, he ran the tip of his tongue around and around it, smirking as Balkhi wriggled. Then he poked inside, thrusting into the shallow dent a couple of ti
mes. It reminded him of what he’d love to do to Balkhi’s arsehole. Judging by the sounds he was making, Balkhi was no doubt thinking something along the same lines.

  Soon, he could hold back no more. He was so close to his prize that it was jerking against his neck, and prodding against his chin, leaving a slick of pre-cum behind. The musky scent trickled into his olfactory senses, making his mouth water, and his own shaft twitch with need. Ever since the first time he’d wrapped his lips around Balkhi’s cock, he’d been hooked. It was long and thick, circumcised, and its owner was oh so very responsive.

  Drawing out the teasing just a tiny bit longer, Wilkes nibbled his way down the final millimetres of Balkhi’s happy trail, burying his nose momentarily in the dark explosion of wiry curls on his pubic bone. Then, shifting into a more comfortable position between Balkhi’s thighs, he wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the base of Balkhi’s dick.

  He watched, fascinated by the sight, as his lover’s gorgeous cock swelled even further beneath his touch. Increasing his grip, he began to stroke up and down, loving the glide of soft skin over rock hard core, the heat, the veins tracing its length, the pure, visceral vitality.

  Perfection. Looking up, his heart clenched as he caught sight of Balkhi’s face. The other man was settled against the pillows, his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, and his luscious lower lip trapped between his teeth. He already seemed as though he was in the throes of ecstasy, and Wilkes had barely done anything yet. Just a whole lot of teasing. He was just getting started on the really good stuff. But then, it had been a while... Masturbation was a poor substitute, especially when you had someone you were crazy about, but circumstances kept you apart. And Wilkes was certainly crazy about Balkhi. Even better, he was pretty confident Balkhi felt the same.

  Grinning, Wilkes remembered their first time together, how they’d gotten down and dirty, but at the same time admitted that love, although not a definite—it’d been far too early days for that—was a possibility. Since then, both life and probably a touch of fear had prevented them from voicing the actual words, but Wilkes had a feeling those barriers would be erased this weekend. He’d fallen head over heels for his gorgeous Afghan boyfriend months ago—it was about time he told him so.

  For now, though...

  Increasing his grip and his pace, he tugged at Balkhi’s beautiful thick cock, loving the sounds, the writhing, the fact he was bringing so much pleasure to the man he adored and wanted so damn much. Soon, using his hand just wasn’t enough. He wanted to taste Balkhi, let the essence of his man tantalise his taste buds.

  Leaning down, he shifted his hand to the base of Balkhi’s shaft, then closed his mouth around the tip. Letting plenty of saliva trickle onto the exposed glans, ready to made his movements deliciously slippery, Wilkes poked his tongue into the tiny hole, tasting the juices that were gathered there. Humming with pleasure, he then continued exploring with his tongue and lips, licking, swiping, sucking and squeezing. He soon got into a rhythm of using his hand and mouth in tandem, stimulating every millimetre of Balkhi’s cock, enthusiastically pushing him closer and closer to climax.

  With his free hand, he added yet more stimulation by cupping, gently tugging and even more gently squeezing Balkhi’s balls in their velvety sac. His moans and gasps had long since morphed into grunts and random expletives—some in English, some in Balkhi’s native tongue, Pashto. Somehow, not quite knowing what Balkhi was saying was pretty sexy. He’d have to get him to teach him some of the words someday. Balkhi had also fisted his hands into the duvet, presumably in an effort to stop him clamping them to the back of Wilkes’ head and getting all forceful.

  Not that Wilkes would have minded that. Not really—he was into a bit of rough play every now and again. Closing his eyes, he concentrated all his efforts on giving his lover a climax to remember. Busily, he worked his mouth and both hands, even using some of the saliva that had slipped down towards Balkhi’s crack to moisten his fingertips and begin playing with his arsehole. Just tickling and teasing, stroking his perineum as he bobbed up and down on his dick, knowing with each suck, each pump of his fist, that Balkhi was one step closer to his undoing.

  More tangy pre-cum coated his tongue, and Wilkes squeezed harder, sucked faster, and crept just the very tip of his finger inside Balkhi’s arse. Seconds later, it had the desired effect. With a yell and a growl, Balkhi’s body stiffened, frozen in place for a moment, before he let go with a huge exhalation. His balls tightened, and Wilkes prepared himself. Balkhi’s cock thickened further between his lips, then began twitching madly as jet after jet of warm, sticky cum pumped out. So much liquid that Wilkes swallowed quickly, not wanting to miss a single drop of what he’d been fantasising about for weeks.

  Finally, Balkhi stopped coming, and his whole body seemed to sag into the mattress. Gently releasing Balkhi’s cock, Wilkes gave it a final suck and lick, making sure it was clean of juices. Then he crawled up the mattress and flopped down beside Balkhi, smiling.

  Balkhi’s expression was a little dazed, but happy.

  “All right?” Wilkes said, steadfastly ignoring his own cock, which was still rock hard and raring to go.

  Nodding, Balkhi replied, “Yes, Hugh. I am more than all right. You were correct—it was better for waiting. Please forgive me while I take a moment to get my energy back—I feel like I have had it all sucked out of me!”

  A bark of laughter left Wilkes’ lips. “Well, you have had something sucked out of you.”

  Balkhi laughed too. “Yes, I suppose I have! And it was spectacular.”

  The little-used word, especially spoken in Balkhi’s sublime accented English, sent thrills skating across Wilkes’ skin. “You’re spectacular,” he said, leaning down and capturing his lover’s lips in a heated kiss. Balkhi could likely taste himself on Wilkes’ tongue, but if so, he didn’t seem to mind. They continued to feast on each other’s mouths and tongues for several minutes, until Wilkes almost lost himself in a haze of lust.

  Pulling away, he blinked rapidly, overwhelmed by his own need to come. It was so strange—in the past they’d had no choice but to rush, so any waiting was minimal, gratification was quick, intense. But now, when they could take their time, enjoy each other more fully, his cock couldn’t tell the difference. It wanted what it wanted, and soon.

  “Balkhi...” he murmured, not sure how exactly to word his craving. There was plenty of blood rushing through his veins, but not an awful lot of it was powering his brain.

  Fortunately, Balkhi’s brain seemed to be functioning much better than his. “I know, Hugh. I know what you want. And I want it, too.”

  Chapter Four

  “Thank fuck for that,” Wilkes replied, immediately casting about for the condoms and lube. “I just... I can’t think straight.”

  With a sexy smile that ratcheted Wilkes’ hormones up another level, Balkhi replied, “Do not think, Hugh. Just do. And feel. Enjoy.”

  Nodding clumsily, he finally put his hand on what he wanted. Tearing the cellophane from the box of condoms, he threw it over his shoulder, not caring where it landed. He opened the box, then, much more carefully, withdrew a foil square. Tossing the box to one side, he retrieved the bottle of lubricant and put it down beside him, ready for when he needed it.

  Glancing up at Balkhi’s face, he was happy to see he was watching him intently, still smiling, and with a look of intense need in his eyes. Returning the smile, Wilkes then raked his gaze down the length of Balkhi’s prone form, immensely enjoying the view. It improved even further when he reached Balkhi’s groin. Despite his comment about needing to get his energy back, the Afghan’s cock was already reawakening.

  An image of stroking that luscious dick as he pounded Balkhi’s arse slammed into Wilkes’ brain, and he dropped the condom. Shaking his head at his own stupidity, he picked it up, opened it and carefully sheathed his straining shaft. Then, reaching for the lube once more, he flipped the lid, drizzled the slippery fluid onto the index and middle fingers of
his right hand, and reached down.

  Balkhi, already anticipating what was going to happen next, helpfully lifted his knees, spreading himself open.

  Wilkes licked his lips at the sight of Balkhi’s arsehole; the tight pucker so enticing. He would, before the weekend was out, have his tongue inside that dark passage. But, for now, his needs were much more straightforward.

  Swiping slick fingers over the crinkled skin a couple of times, Wilkes then slowly, gently, pushed them inside Balkhi’s entrance. He gasped as the muscles squeezed at him, imagining how amazing that would feel around his cock. But, trying hard to keep his focus, he moved past the resistance, going deeper and deeper until he could go no more.

  Their combined moans mingled in the air, and Wilkes looked up again to see a blissed-out expression on his lover’s handsome face. Smiling, he turned his attention back to the task at hand—literally.

  Having given Balkhi a moment or two to get used to the penetration of his fingers, Wilkes scissored them, stretching the tight hole. The lube made it easier, and he felt the resistance slowly melt away as Balkhi relaxed and truly gave in to the pleasurable sensations.

  Manoeuvring a little, Wilkes found Balkhi’s prostate gland and began to gently press and rub it, dragging a strangled moan from Balkhi’s parted lips. Taking it as encouragement, Wilkes continued to tease the spot until Balkhi begged for mercy.

  “Please, Hugh,” he said breathlessly. “I am ready. Please fuck me.”

  Unable to resist such an inviting plea, Wilkes carefully removed his fingers from Balkhi and set about replacing them with his cock, the stiffness of which hadn’t dissipated one bit in the interim. If anything, the foreplay had only made it harder, more eager to be inside that delicious tight passage.

  Gripping the base, Wilkes lined the tip of his latex-covered dick up with Balkhi’s anus, and pushed. He’d already loosened and relaxed him, so his glide was constant and steady, inching inside until his ballsac was crushed up against Balkhi’s arse cheeks.