His Mafia Prince

(SASHA)

Tyler hesitates at first then scoots towards me. I can tell by the way he is looking at me that he is afraid. His cheeks are flushed red. When he is close enough, I put my arms around his waist and then tug him closer to me. I hold him for a bit, enjoying the feel of his skin. I press my nose against his hair, inhaling his scent. He smells so good.

I feel his short warm breaths puff against my throat and my cock throbs. There’s no way I can escape getting turned on while touching him. I have wanted to fuck him forever. Holding him isn’t exactly helping right now. He slips his hand around me and holds me, and a shrill of excitement courses through me. I’m fighting to keep my alpha instincts under control, but it is really hard.

He lifts himself, and his thighs press on mine. He is hard too and he’s making me fucking steel. I convince myself that he’s only hard because our bodies are touching, not because he really wants me. His hands trace my spine nervously. His body is shaking. He is so scared. I need to remember that and make sure to be as respectful and gentle as possible.

He lifts his face and holds my gaze for a bit then his eyes dart to my lips. He sucks his lip in then pops it out again. He needs to not look at me like that because he’s fucking tempting. He looks hungry. Needy even.

"Will you kiss me, Sasha?" he says quietly. "Maybe it will help me relax."

"Careful, Tyler," I warn. "Careful."

"What? Why?"

"Because," I swallow hard. "Kissing you will turn me on."

"Oh."

I can smell his arousal. Just like I thought, it’s beginning to get difficult to control myself. "It’s best if we don’t kiss."