Alphas of Seduction
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Guilt twisted her up. Wasted opportunity, that’s all everyone saw in her. It pissed her off and immobilized her with doubt at the same time. This was not how her seduction was supposed to work. She could catch the What’s Wrong With Cyn channel at home.
“Now you sound like my brother, a fellow overachiever. I’m happy doing my part to help people while giving myself as little opportunity as possible to fuck everything up.”
She pushed her feet to nudge her chair back away from him, but his grip held tight. He gave her a considering look, the kind that went beyond the surface to dig around in the places she thought she’d hidden from view. It was like being naked in church. She squirmed under his gaze and looked away.
“I see,” he said as he pushed her chair back to its previous spot.
“What do you see?”
“You’re afraid of not being able to live up to expectations, so you’ve trained everyone around you to set the bar low.” He pivoted, swung his legs up onto the lounge chair, and lay back, letting his arms fall above his head as if he hadn’t just dropped a truth bomb in her lap. “Just what are you hiding behind your lazy, party girl exterior, Princess Cyn?”
Her cheeks blazed. “I hate that nickname.”
“Why? Because you could be more than just a slacker heiress who lounges around all day, planning the occasional charity party?”
Ouch. Direct hit. “Look who gets high and thinks he’s Freud.”
Somewhere along the way she’d lost total control of this little chat of theirs. Time to get it back—and she knew just how. He’d tipped his hand earlier. Now she was going to lay her cards on the table. “It’s too sunny for this talk. I’m taking advantage of the rays while they’re here.”
She stood and unsnapped the top button on her jeans.
“What are you doing?” he asked, all of his lightly buzzed ease erased from his broad shoulders as he snapped into a sitting position.
She shimmied out of the denim and kicked it to the side. “What does it look like? I’m getting some sun.”
“You can’t get naked.”
“Don’t you just take the fun out of everything.” She pulled off her T-shirt and let it drop, the breeze picking it up for a second before dropping it on Hunter’s chair.
He snatched it up and held it out to her. “Put your clothes back on.”
Looking down at her matching red lace underwear, she ran her fingers down her bra’s cups and then toyed with the sweet black bow nestled between her breasts. It was her favorite lingerie set. The one that gave her an extra jolt of confidence when she needed it. Plus, it lifted the girls nicely, something Hunter couldn’t seem to stop noticing.
“This covers more than my string bikini.” She glided her fingers across her stomach and down her hips until she hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her red lace panties. “Why? Do you think this is too much skin?”
“Yes.” He gulped, his dark gray gaze traveling the length of her nearly naked body. “I think you should get dressed.”
She glanced down the outline of his hard cock pushing against his shorts and her mouth went dry. “I don’t think you do.”
Her shirt slipped from his grasp and fluttered to the deck as he stood up. No part of him touched her, but as all six plus feet of him loomed over her, she felt him nonetheless. Heat radiated from him, caressing her sensitive skin as surely as if he’d finally caressed her. God, she wanted to touch him, needed to feel his skin under her fingertips and taste the salt on his skin.
“We can’t.” He bit out the words as if he couldn’t convince himself of their truth.
“Why not?”
“You’re Garrett’s sister.” He cupped the back of her head, winding the short strands around his long fingers and pulling back so she was forced to look up at him. “It wouldn’t work. McKenneys don’t do loving relationships.”
“Who’s asking for one?” Her heart hammered against her ribs as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, desperate to ease the growing ache between her legs. “A relationship sounds like effort and we’ve already established that I’m a totally lazy person.”
He dipped his head lower, stopping just short of her lips. “You’re not really a slacker.”
She cupped his cock through his shorts, hot and heavy against her palm. “Neither are you. Seems you’re an overachiever in all areas.”
“You’re about to find out just how much.”
He claimed her mouth. Hard. Demanding. Better than she’d ever imagined. It was more than a kiss. It was a surrender and a challenge. He licked the seam of her mouth and she parted her lips, lost to the sensation as his hands glided down her sides and came to rest at her hips. This was it. This was what she’d fantasized about when another man or her own fingers had been between her legs. Hunter. Always Hunter.
Chapter 3
There was no way this was going to end well, but Hunter couldn’t resist his attraction for Cyn any longer. For a woman who was supposed to be so sinful, she sure tasted sweet, like a treat he’d been waiting his whole life to enjoy. He cupped her heart-shaped ass and lifted her up until she fit perfectly against his hard cock and then he deepened the kiss. She responded by rubbing herself against him. The thin swath of lace did little to block out the damp heat between her legs. It seared him, branding him, and the need to mark her as his own sucked the air out of his lungs—but not yet. This was a line that could only be crossed once and he had to be sure. He broke the kiss—God, could he even pretend it was just a kiss?—and slowly released his hold on her ass so that her lithe body slid down his before her feet touched the deck.
Looking into her face was a mistake. Her green eyes were fuzzy and dazed with lust and her pink lips were wet, swollen, and parted. The caveman inside him beat his chest. He’d done that. He’d made his woman want, and want badly. It took everything he had not to sweep her up into his arms and take her below to his bed with the thousand-thread-count sheets that already smelled like Cyn.
“Tell me you’re sure about this.” It came out harsh, more threat than question, but he couldn’t help it.
She did this to him. She worried her full bottom lip between her teeth and looked up at him from beneath ridiculously long eyelashes. “What happens if I say I’m not?”
A kick in the balls would have felt better. He fought to keep from groaning in misery. “We go on as if none of this ever happened.”
She pursed her lips together and cocked her head to the side, considering him. The movement swept her impossibly blonde hair off her face. God, she was beautiful. For all she did to hide it with the fuck-you attitude and the aggressively all black wardrobe, she failed miserably. Cyn Aston was a stone-cold goddess. Lust slammed into him.
“Aaaaaand,” she drew the word out as she trailed one finger down the middle of his chest, leaving a line of fire in her wake, “what if I say yes?”
“It’ll be the best mistake of our lives.” Fuck, wasn’t that the truth of it?
Her fingers stopped at the button of his cargo shorts and she flicked her thumb over the metal circle, not hard enough to unfasten them but enough to pull the material taut against him. Blissful torture. It was Princess Cyn at her languid best. The boat swayed beneath them, rolling on the blue ocean as she took her sweet time making up her mind. There was only one way this would go, though, despite her drawing it out. He knew it and so did she.
Finally, she pulled herself up on her tiptoes, the added height still only putting her just at his ear level, and she leaned forward so her lips brushed his earlobe before she nipped at the sensitive flesh. “Yes.”
It was all he needed to hear. He lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and brought her wet pussy against his cock still maddeningly tucked away inside his shorts. They weren’t going to make it to his bedroom below. He couldn’t make it the six steps down and fifteen steps through the living area to the king-sized bed, not now that he finally had her in his arms and could feel the evidence of her desire.
“I’m going to fuck you out here in the middle of the ocean, where the sun warms your skin and your moaning pleas for more are carried away on the breeze.” He dragged her center up and down against his prick. “I’m going to slide my hard dick inside you and then take it away until you beg me to give it back to you, because you want that, don’t you?” He squeezed her ass tight and pulled the globes apart as far as they would go, loving how she shivered in his arms as she mewled in agreement. “You need to have me fill you up.”
She dropped her head back, arched her spine, and ground her pussy against him. “God yes.”
“Say it.” He needed that, needed to hear her say the words he only ever heard in his mind when he jerked off in the shower picturing Cyn on her knees before him, his come glistening on her lips.
Tightening her legs around his waist, she curled forward so she was looking him straight in the eyes. “I want you to fill up my tight, wet slit with that big, fat dick of yours and I want to come so hard that people back on shore hear me screaming your name.”
How his zipper managed not to break into a million pieces was a mystery, because his cock was doing its damnedest to hammer through the metal tabs. “Don’t worry, baby, that’s gonna happen.” Lifting her higher so her tits were level with his mouth, he grazed his teeth across her hard nipple. “But not yet. You’re going to ride me first.”
She slid one hand between their bodies, reaching for his shorts.
“Not like that.” He sat on the lounge chair, then lay back and slid down between her lean thighs. Hooking a finger on the side of her lace panties and pulling, he tore the material in two, whipping it away and revealing her swollen, bare lips beneath. Extending his tongue, he took one long taste of her. “Like this.”
Cyn stilled above him. “You want me to ride your tongue?”
“Yes.” He took a slow swipe of her outer lips, so soft and wet.
“Show me how you like it, Cyn. How slow. How fast. How hard. How easy. I want to know how you like to come. I’m your toy. Use me.”
She trembled above him, then lowered herself so the tip of his tongue easily hit her swollen clit. Then… nothing. His cock wept in protest and he had to fight the urge to grab her hips and pull her against his hungry mouth. The waiting, it went against his nature. He took. He demanded. He claimed. But not with Cyn. She needed more from him and he’d give it to her on her leisurely timetable—even if it felt like it was going to kill him.
“My toy, huh?” She grabbed the back of the chair with one hand and dropped the other to his head, brushing her palm across his short hair. “I think I could get used to that.”
Without another word, she rocked against the flat plane of his tongue, sliding back and forth as she rotated her hips. Liquid, hers and his, covered his mouth, wet his lips, tantalized him. Needing to relieve some of the pressure making his balls ache, he reached down and squeezed his cock through his shorts. It took the edge off but wasn’t enough—nothing short of replacing his tongue with his dick would do that.
“You know,” she said, her voice low and throaty, “my favorite toys vibrate. Do you?”
Knowing a challenge when he heard one, he pressed his tongue upward in a quick rhythm as she skimmed her pussy across his mouth in ever-faster motions.
“That’s it.” She pressed down on the top of his head, forcing him to tilt his head up so she was rocking against his tongue and the stubble on his chin. “That’s how I like my toys to make me come. Don’t fucking stop now.”
He wasn’t about to, not until she broke apart above him. Changing his tongue’s pressure to a soft-soft-hard cadence as she quickened her pace, he released his hold on his dick and grabbed her ass. Her thighs quivered on either side of his face and her pussy tightened right before she pressed firmly against him and her whole body intensified as she cried out. Her orgasm flooded his lips. It was like tasting heaven.
She scooted down his body and collapsed next to him, curving her body around him so they fit together like they were meant to—like he’d always known they would.
“If you were my toy, I wouldn’t take you back.” She sighed and traced the lines of his abs, teasing the narrow line of hair leading to his cock.
“Take my shorts off and you’ll find out what else your toy can do.”
Her fingers paused and she grinned up at him. “I can’t wait to find out.”
Her toy—an unlikelier reality Cyn couldn’t imagine. Hunter wasn’t the type of man to ever toy with, but if he wanted to play that game, she’d go along with it. Having him beneath her, over her, in her, had been her go-to fantasy for as long as she could remember. It wasn’t fair to say she’d fallen in love with Hunter. More like she’d always loved him from the first time he’d come home with Garrett, and she’d known just as long that she could never have him—not really.
But today, out here on the clear blue ocean, she could pretend. She leaned over him, inhaling his crisp scent of soap, sea foam, and a muskiness that was all man. Despite just coming harder than she could ever remember, heat pooled between her legs and her clit tingled.
“So you really want me to take your shorts off?” She dragged a nail across the skin just above his waistband, relishing the way his six-pack twitched under her touch. “Oh, I think you do.”
“Take them off.” He practically growled the command.
Too bad she wasn’t taking orders today. “I don’t think so.” She licked the flat nub of his nipple. “I want to see how responsive my toy can be.”
He groaned. “You’re not nice.”
“You’re right.” She ran her tongue around his other nipple, then flicked the resulting peak. “I’m downright wicked.”
“Do your worst.” He smirked as if he knew exactly how much her core throbbed in want of his cock. “I can take it.”
“Are you telling me that my toy can take it rough?” She nipped and kissed her way across his hard pecs. “That I don’t have to be delicate with you?”
“Trust me.” He placed her hand on his dick, so warm even through his shorts, and covered it with his own large hand, then closed them both around his hard length, squeezing tight. “I won’t break.”
If she’d thought she’d been wet before, she’d been a fool. Desire made her folds slick and a shiver worked its way up her spine as she clenched her core. She’d meant to take it slow, draw out the afternoon into one unhurried session that left them both totally spent, but that wasn’t going to happen. Not with Hunter.
He was different; she’d always known he would be. That’s why she’d never stopped thinking of him, dreaming about him, pretending every man she was with was him. This was a one-shot deal, but for the first time in her life, she didn’t have it in her to take her time. She needed him now.
She yanked his shorts open. “Take these off now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He lifted his hips and pushed his shorts and boxers down in one fluid motion. His cock stood at attention. “Is that better?”
It took some effort, but she managed to swallow past the cotton ball in her throat. Fuck me. Hunter’s wasn’t even close to the first cock she’d seen in her life, but it was definitely the most impressive. Whether someone was a size queen or a girth girl, he was bound to leave them happy. She nudged his legs wider as she crossed over one of his muscular thighs so she could kneel between them. The tip of his dick glistened. It would be a sin not to lick it up, and while Cyn was guilty of many trespasses, denying herself a beautiful cock wasn’t one of them.
“Don’t move.” She wrapped her fingers around the base, tightening her grip until he groaned and closed his eyes in ecstasy, then dipped her head and lapped up the salty pre-come and along the throbbing vein on the sensitive underside. “My toy tastes so fucking good.”
“Cyn, I—” Whatever he was about to say
next transformed into a tortured moan of pleasure as she took him deep inside her mouth, cupping his length with her tongue as he slid toward her throat.
Ever so slowly she reversed the motion, stopping when his head rested against her bottom lip. She looked up and her heart stopped.
Hunter was watching her, his gray eyes stormy with lust and something that looked a whole lot like he’d been toying with her the whole time. “Playtime’s over, Cyn.”
Without warning, he grabbed her hair and held her head in place as he lifted his hips and plunged his dick into her mouth. “Not that I don’t love your relaxed pace, but I’ve reached my limit. Now let’s find out what yours is.”
She almost came from the dominance in his tone alone, but add to that the way he took her mouth as if she was his toy and the ache between her legs became unbearable. His cock filled her mouth one moment and was gone the next. Before she had a chance to complain, she was in the air as he picked her up and carried her to the boat’s steering wheel. He set her down and put her hands on the metal circle.
“Don’t let go,” he said from behind her.
“What if I do?” she couldn’t help but ask, needing to tweak him.
His only answer was a swift smack on her ass as he shoved her legs apart. Then he was gone. Uncertainty tickled the back of her neck as she peeked over her shoulder. He’d walked back to the table between the lounge chairs and yanked open the door. He pulled out a foil square and turned around to face her.
“Are you still holding on, baby?” he asked as he stroked up and down his length with one hand and squeezed his balls with the other.
She gripped the metal steering wheel tighter and nodded.
“That’s my girl.” He ripped the foil open and unrolled the condom over himself, then stalked across the deck. “Do you remember how I told you I was going to fuck you? Hard, deep, and completely?”
She would have said yes if she still had the ability to form words, but all that came out was a desperate moan.