Temptation: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Kylie Parker

  “You just love noise, don’t you?” Stacy teases. “You walked right into it in Heraklion, and you’re doing the same thing here; how come?”

  “Actually, I like being around people –,” I point out, throwing a quick glance down at her. “– happy, relaxed people, enjoying life.”

  “That sounds strange coming from a man with your past,” she says, a hint of suspicion in her tone.

  “Just because someone betrayed me once, doesn’t mean everyone is rotten,” I explain, spotting a row of bars on the left side of the road. “I still have faith in people.”

  “I really like that about you,” Stacy confesses, admiration written all over her face. “This zest for life is actually something we have in common.”

  “Yeah,” I let out a short giggle. “I figured that out when we did it under that club. Man, we were reckless that night.”

  I find myself waiting for some kind of comeback; yet, I get none. We are just a few feet away from the nearest bar, when the acoustic guitar introduction of an old song resounds through the narrow neighborhood. It is Alannah Myles’s “Black Velvet,” I am intrigued, but it has a much more profound effect on Stacy. Her eyes sparkle with excitement for an instant, and then, she strides off ahead of me. I follow right behind her as she makes her way towards the interior of that place.

  Dozens of small disco balls are hanging from the ceiling. The dance floor in the middle of the club is empty, but Stacy doesn’t seem interested in it. Instead, she’s heading straight for the far wall. I lean my forearm on a stool on my right, wondering what she has in mind. With her hands on either hip, she turns around and locks her gaze with mine. Swaying her hips from side to side, she glides her fingers up as Alannah Myles’s sensual, smoky voice rocks the room.

  Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell

  Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high

  Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder

  The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky

  The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything

  Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for

  Black velvet and that little boy's smile

  Black velvet with that slow southern style

  A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

  Black velvet if you please

  Up in Memphis the music's like a heat wave

  White lightning, bound to drive you wild

  Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl

  "Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle

  The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true

  Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for

  Black velvet and that little boy's smile

  Black velvet with that slow southern style

  A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

  Black velvet if you please

  Every word of every song that he sang was for you

  In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon, what could

  You do?

  Black velvet and that little boy's smile

  Black velvet with that slow southern style

  A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

  Black velvet if you please

  Black velvet and that little boy's smile

  Black velvet with that slow southern style

  A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees

  Black velvet if you please

  Stopping her hands at her stomach, Stacy presses them into the fabric of her dress and winks at me. That woman has a knack for arousing my senses. The show she is putting on has drawn quite a lot of attention, but she is not interested in the pairs of eyes staring at her. She isn’t looking away from me. Taking her hands off her body, she curls her index finger first, and then lifts them up to the sides of her neck. She squeezes gently, before letting her fingers travel up to her cheeks. Stroking just under her earlobes, she runs her index fingers across her jawline. Stacy brings her hands back down on her neck, tipping her head back. Right after that, she turns around and takes a long step back. Our bodies are rubbing against one another as her seductive dance makes my heart pound against my ribcage. With her eyes shut, she reaches back and cups my cheek as she sways her hips back and forth. The song is fading out, and I am mesmerized by what I’ve just witnessed. Just as she turns around once more, a long round of applause and loud cheers rip through the atmosphere, putting a broad smile on her face.

  “That’s got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I compliment her, my eyes blazing into hers.

  “Oh, Ray…” she chuckles, tilting her head to the side. “Trust me, you’ve seen nothing yet.”

  “I can’t wait to see more,” I confess, lowering my tone.

  “Hold your horses, Mr. Cool,” Stacy urges, patting me on the chest. “A girl’s got to eat. There’s a nice little tavern just down the street. Shall we?”

  “Lead the way,” is my sharp response as I return her smile. I did suspect she was a skilled dancer; her insistence that we go to that club in Heraklion attested to that. Still, Stacy was far from just that. In less than four minutes, I was marveling at her. She was oozing sexuality, and all I could do was thank my luck or whoever it was who convinced her to go out with me. Now, I’m looking forward to teasing her, just as much as she teased me. And I think I know an ideal way to do precisely that.

  21

  Stacy

  “You are mine now.”

  This thought dominates my mind, just seconds after we’ve left the club, for good reason. Ray didn’t have to say the words for me to figure that out. His undivided attention was loud and clear. He was leering at me, wearing a crooked smile, his gaze roaming all over my body. I didn’t have to be a mind reader to find out what he was thinking. And when I rubbed my butt against his crotch, the stiffness I felt through his pants proved me right. It also tempted me to lead him to the ladies’ room. However, it was then that I recalled Emily’s words:

  “I’d take him up to my hotel room, where we could have sex in a bed.”

  Yes, the sex between us would be great, I was more than certain about that. It would be furious and passionate, but it would be either cut short or end too fast. Besides, we’ve already done that. I’m curious to discover what a real encounter with him will be like, and I’m not going to in the bathroom of a bar.

  The scents coming from the tavern make my mouth water, before we even sit at our table. Barbequed meat, French fries, molten cheese and freshly-cut cucumber. Looking at the pictures on the menu, I realize that I’ll have to ignore my growling stomach. Everything looks and smells delicious, but the man across from me is even more delicious. I have two temptations from which to choose. The one will satisfy my hunger but will make me bloat, whereas the other will satisfy my lust, just as he did a few days ago. My choice isn’t that difficult. And much to my pleasure, Ray doesn’t appear to be that interested in food. On the contrary, he nibbles on a steak first, and then prefers to share a bottle of red wine with me.

  Once we head to my hotel, we confine our conversations to generalities. Of course, I’d love to know what he had to say about my dance. I liked his compliment, but it’d be even better if he elaborated. Nevertheless, I’m compelled to keep quiet about that. Stirring up a man’s hormones on a busy road cannot lead to anything good. I can think of two possible scenarios: We either will crash into an oncoming car or get arrested for indecent exposure. So, I choose to gaze upon the thick veins on his forearms and the lines on his face while the scene of my dance lingers in my mind.

  As Ray’s SUV turns into the parking lot of my hotel, I decide to tease him a little more. I hop off the passenger seat, settling my gaze on the well-lit lobby across the street. Ray calls out my name, but I don’t stop. I check the road in a hurry and put even more distance between us. I throw a glance over my shoulder as I reach the glass door. He may be smiling, but he isn’t running. He’s still walking through the gap between two rows of cars. Undeterred, I push the glass door op
en and cross the lobby. I’m a little disappointed that he’s not chasing me, but part of me is enthralled by his attitude. He’s demonstrating confidence, and I love confident men. I’m already in the elevator, tapping my fingers on the panel behind me in fake frustration when he enters the building.

  “What’s the matter?” I ask, jutting my chin up. “Are you too bored to chase me, or you’re just afraid of a little competition?”

  “Neither,” He says, his voice deepening to a sexy rasp. “You invited me in when you ran out of the parking lot like that. Why should I chase you?”

  He has barely finished his sentence, when the elevator door slides shut behind him. Raising my hands up to my chest, I push him back. A low whimper escapes me as he pulls me into his arms. In a moment, his soft lips are surrounding mine at a fierce pace with an intensity that is hard to follow. It doesn’t surprise me. He has been undressing me with his eyes all night. I slide my hands up, feeling his strong arms around me, holding my body in a tight embrace. My purse is dangling from my shoulder. It’s just about to slip off, but I couldn’t care less. Nothing will stop me from savoring Ray’s fiery kiss. I drag my fingernails up the side of his neck, but just then, the elevator begins to slow and finally stops. I lean back out of his hold and turn my back on him, unwilling to speak. If sprinting towards the lobby didn’t work earlier, then watching me walk away from him will.

  The darkness of my suite greets me. Beams of moonlight are coming through the glass window, illuminating the living room. Before I can face him again however, I feel his strong hands on my waist and his chest against my back. Ray kicks the door shut behind him, leaning in. Slowly, he leads me towards the window, sniffing my hair. He halts just inches away from the glass as I wrap my fingers around his wrists.

  “Give me a minute,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Damn it…” I hum, keen disappointment spreading through me. About a million things were tumbling through my head about his next move. Would he caress me? Would he undress me? Would he ask me what I meant by “you’ve seen nothing yet”? Being left alone was definitely not one of them. I let out a sigh of frustration, my breath blurring the glass. Still, it’s not long before a much more interesting image draws my attention. Ray is strolling across the room, naked, staring at the reflection of my face. Straight away, I notice his skin, gleaming in the moonlight. The beams are casting highlights and shadows on the ridges and plains of his entire, masculine form. My eyes trace his broad shoulders, and then shoot down to his taut abs, before his deep voice shatters the silence.

  “I’ve been thinking about something since I saw you dancing tonight,” He claims, lifting his hands up. “You really turned me on back there,” He confesses, pulling the zipper down. “It’s only fair for me to return the favor.”

  “What do you have in mind?” I wonder, my heartbeat escalating more and more by the second.

  “Patience,” he whispers, my dress dropping to the floor. “Shoes off, please.”

  “Okay,” I nod, kicking my heels away.

  “What we did that night under that club was a huge mistake,” Ray mutters, squatting down low as he scans my body from top to bottom. “You see, this body wasn’t made for anything rushed,” At that point, I feel his fingertips on the back of my calves. Up, up they go, brushing my skin as I close my eyes.

  “Hmmm…” I exhale softly once he reaches my knees. His delicate touch intrigues me, confirming what I believe about another quick encounter. I feel every twitch of his fingers. I can hear the smooth sound they’re making as he maps out my skin. I can even hear his soft breath. Seconds later, his hands are nearing my ass. I’d love for him to splay those fingers over my flesh and squeeze. Yet, he does no such thing. They bypass the delicate curve of my ass, the sensation sending waves of pleasure down my spine. “Masterpiece…” Ray says, his voice riddled with a mix of admiration and lust. “...so rounded; so creamy; so perfect for all sorts of naughty things.”

  “Like?” I whisper, pressing my cheek against the glass. He doesn’t speak. He prefers to keep on trailing his fingers up my body, his breath getting harder. Rising up on his feet, he leans over towards me, just enough to brush his chest on my upper back. He reaches up and pushes my hair aside. The tender kiss on the back of my neck makes my whole body tingle with desire.

  “Grabbing,” he whispers in my ear once again. Snaking his tongue out, he rolls my thong down my legs. “Squeezing,” he murmurs and flicks his tongue across my earlobe. “Kissing,” he breathes hard on my skin, making my knees buckle. “Nibbling,” Ray goes on, leaving another, soft kiss just below my hairline. “Licking,” he whispers yet again, his lips teasing my earlobe.

  “Oh, God…” I whimper, my panties falling to the floor, his large, stiff cock in between my ass cheeks. “Can I…?” I gasp out. “Can I turn around now?”

  “Not yet,” his tone becomes more commanding. “Tell me…” he urges, leaving a trail of tender kisses along my shoulder. “Why did you throw yourself at me like that?”

  “I wanted to distract you,” I huff out, splaying my fingers over the glass. “I wanted to make you feel better.”

  “You were already doing that,” Ray responds, sliding his hands down my sides. “Don’t do that again.”

  In a split second, he spins me around. His dark-green eyes are glimmering with wanton desire. His wet lips are so close to mine that I can feel their heat. Even so, however, he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he gazes deep down into my eyes, moving his fingers up my body. I lean forward, desperate to taste him yet again, but he’s got another disappointment in store for me. Ray leans back, furrowing his brow.

  “Stop torturing me,” I complain, unable to control my quick breath. “I want to kiss you.”

  “Torturing you?” he asks, his lips curling into a crooked smile as his hands make contact with the undersides of my breasts. “What do you know?” he murmurs, rolling his gaze down to my hard, erect nipples. “They don’t think this is torture,” A light pinch makes me squeeze my eyes shut. “Do you have any idea what you did to me tonight?”

  “I turned you on,” I say, my tone weak as he reaches down between my legs.

  “I almost came when you rubbed your ass against my crotch,” A loud moan leaves my mouth upon his confession. I tilt my head back, spreading my legs, feeling the heel of his palm on my pussy. “Stacy…” he whispers, flicking his tongue up my lower lip, his middle finger between my wet folds. “You make me want to bend you over and fuck you right here and now.”

  “Awww, baby…” I groan, my eyes narrowing, my legs starting to shake. His game has made every cell in my body scream for his touch. I’m torn between the desire to see it through, and the desire to feel his throbbing cock inside of me. But as I soon discover, Ray can’t take it anymore. His lips completely cover mine as he pulls me into one more of his demanding kisses. My body makes a thumping sound when he pins me up against the glass, his hands roaming up my chest. My arms surround his hips, my swollen nipples rubbing against his chest. I can feel the full length of his cock on my stomach. The wetness on my skin tells me that pre-cum has been dripping down the shaft for a while. He wasn’t lying about coming close to orgasm. I yank him closer, eager for more contact, more sensuality… more of him. I danced for him tonight, but he’s made my every sense dance in a rhythm of passion and desire. He’s right; it wasn’t torment. It was a sweet ritual of scents, sensations, and emotions. His fingers slide up my cheek and creep into my hair. Massaging my scalp, he turns us right and away from the glass. He leads me towards the couch behind me, his clean-shaven jaw brushing against my chin.

  “I love how wet you are for me,” I whisper in his mouth, my voice dripping with lust.

  “I get wet just by imagining you naked, baby,” Ray grunts, setting me down on the couch. He’s put me in a sweet dilemma. I’m torn between turning around and bending over, and staying right where I am. His narrative, about what he wishes to do to my ass, has made me shiver with desire. I�
�d love it if he did even half of those things. But, once he kneels on the floor, every thought of more foreplay goes out the window. The ample moonlight reveals his thick, throbbing cock. Pre-cum has pooled on the top; the trails it has left along the sides of his shaft are visible, even in the dim illumination. I raise my legs up, and press the heels of my feet against his rock-hard chest, licking my upper lip. Ray rests his tool on my groin, wrapping his left arm around my legs. He pulls me closer to him, wrapping his fingers around his cock.

  “Awwww, fuck!” I moan as he rubs the head against my clit. A quick slide down later, he is pushing his inches through my soaking-wet folds, letting out a guttural groan. I lift my hand up to my mouth, my ass hanging off the edge of the cushion. “It’s so hard,” I whimper, focusing my gaze on his face.

  “It’s been like this since your little dance,” he claims, shoving himself deeper. Filling me up, he puts my legs over his shoulders, my index finger slipping into my mouth. I feel my juices oozing out of my core as he strokes me with long strokes. Thick drops are trickling down my legs, my lips clamping down on my finger. His free hand is gliding up my outer thigh, squeezing, releasing, and squeezing again. Each and every thrust is making my insides melt. His entire game is looping in my head, sending wave after wave of arousal blasting through me. He dominated me, just like he’s dominating me now. He played with my mind, he toyed with my senses, and he had me waiting for his next move with baited breath. And they were so sweet, so filled with eroticism that he had me wondering if all this was real. I’m longing for his touch, and the feel of his stiff cock snuggling tight inside me is the perfect conclusion for this sensual feast. My breasts are bouncing up and down, his fast pace driving me crazy with lust. I curl my arm around them, watching his abs and his pecs flex with each thrust. Ray bends towards me, loosening his grip around my thighs. Letting off a deep groan, he yanks my finger out of my mouth. I spread my legs, a moment before his lips crash into mine. A wave of wet heat engulfs me as our mouths join in a frantic kiss. Our tongues tangle in sweet, hot battle, our bodies writhing against each other. I toss my arms around his shoulders, desperate to feel more of that muscled chest on my skin. Tiny drops of sweat moisten my fingertips as I stroke his shoulder blades.