Pure Attraction

by Rebecca Hunter

  A surge of unexpected warmth ran through her, chased with a pang of vulnerability. This was so new, so different from anything she’d done. She hadn’t expected him to be tuned into her. Her hesitation from before shifted into a question: There was no risk in really liking this guy...was there? This evening was still just for fun.

  Because she really didn’t want to stop. So she pushed away those questions and narrowed her eyes at him. “Then do it.”

  That was all it took to get him back into the game. The hooded eyes, the flexed muscles, the hunger, the need to serve—it was all there. But he took his time, lifting off his shirt, revealing his abs, then the widening of his thick muscles, his pecs, his shoulders, his tattoos. She wasn’t used to objectifying a man so shamelessly, and she might have felt a little guilty about it if this wasn’t his fantasy, too. She could feel the desire radiating from him as she watched. He liked this a lot.

  He folded his Kalani staff shirt, then a perfectly fitting white T-shirt, dropping each on the ground. Then he reached for the button of his pants. His erection was a bulge, pressing against the fly, and Jessie stared at it. Oh, Lord, this was hot, and it was getting harder and harder not to throw herself at him.

  Slowly, he undid the button, then the zipper. He reached in to adjust himself, his erection pressing against his boxers. He took his time lowering his pants, stepping out of them, and he folded those and set them on top of his shirts. The muscles of his legs were thick and cut, like he had worked out a lot at some point in his life. He was just so much...man. Was this his appeal, that he was so big, so strong, so beautiful? Not exactly, though she had no complaints at all. There was something else that clicked.

  But right now wasn’t the time to analyze.

  Byron tucked a thumb into the waistband of his boxers. “You want me to take this off, too?”

  He was taunting her a little now, making her ask for it, but in the most...attending way.

  She bit back her grin and did her best to look annoyed. “Of course.”

  His cock jumped visibly, the final proof that he wanted her to be a little...mean.

  Then he brought his waistband down over his tip in a slow, beautiful reveal. It was thick. Hard. She was staring now, thinking about what she could do with it, how much teasing he could resist. He straightened up naked without hesitation, like he was offering his body, and he wanted her to use it. A heady mix of desire and power rushed through her.

  But first, she had questions.

  “Do you get yourself off often?”

  A smile quirked at Byron’s lips. “Depends on what you consider often.”

  Jessie laughed. It seemed that this line of questioning was fair game, so she continued. “Did you get yourself off last night?”

  “Yes.”

  “What did you think about?”

  He hesitated, looking down at her, as if to check her expression, so she narrowed her eyes in impatience.

  “You on the lounge chair by the pool last night,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I came thinking about my mouth on you.”

  His eyes were heavy, half-lidded, and his fingers flexed behind his back. His cock looked painfully hard and she wondered what he would do if he was alone.

  “Show me how you did it,” she said softly. “I want to watch.”

  His jaw clenched, and he swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving in his throat, like he was struggling for control. Heat poured through her body. She had always been curious about this, and now she could watch for as long as she wanted. When a resort promised wish fulfillment, apparently, it delivered in spades.

  A look of intense pleasure spread across his face as he took the base of his cock in one hand and palmed the tip with the other, getting his hand ready. Then he gave his cock a hard tug. His face was tight, and he stared right into her eyes and gave himself another pull.

  Jessie’s mouth fell open, and before she fully realized what she was doing, her hand was between her legs. Was it the act itself, or the fact that she had demanded it from him...or both? All she knew was that something about this had flipped a switch inside.

  Byron let out a tight groan. “Let me help you with that, ma’am,” he said, his gaze fixed between her legs.

  She smiled a little. “I’ll think about that. First I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”

  One hand moved down to his balls and the other gave his cock another sharp tug, and another. It was an incredible show, this man losing himself in selfish gratification, and it was just for her. Her clit was aching, begging for attention, so she toyed with herself. His jaw was strained as he gave himself another stroke, and then he let out another groan, this one louder than before.

  “Do you want me to come?” he bit out. His cheeks were flushed, and she wasn’t sure how much she should push him. He looked close to the point of no return...

  “Not yet,” Jessie said, shaking her head. “Get in the pool, first.”

  He released his cock with a pained sigh. But when he glanced over at her, it was Byron, the for-real Byron, with a strained smile. “I’m going to climb in slowly. So it doesn’t hurt.”

  She laughed. “You do that.”

  * * *

  Byron was in heaven. Jessie knew exactly how to string him along, use him for her pleasure. And fuck, it turned him on. There was something about the way she looked at him that was perfect.

  Byron lowered himself into the cool water slowly, the sensation startling on his cock. He took a couple deep breaths, getting control of his lust, then pushed off the edge. He stayed close, swimming in front of her. She watched him from the side of the pool, leaning back on her hands, completely naked. She had probably asked him to swim because she saw just how close he was to coming, but even the cool water wasn’t much of a deterrent for the hard-on he had for this woman. Byron swam closer.

  “Please,” he said. “Let me pleasure you.”

  She raised an eyebrow and spread her legs in invitation, so he came, kneeling on the seating that lined that side of the pool. The water lapped at his chest as he ran his hands up her legs, between her thighs. She wet her lips. His hands traveled higher, higher, leaving a trail of goose bumps as he moved them. His fingers were so close, and he wanted to touch her. Soon. He wanted her desperate.

  As he neared the top, he curved his hands under, so he was holding her hips, and he started the same trail with his mouth. Her calves, the inside of her knees, her thighs... Her skin tasted of the water, of coconut oil and sunshine, of something just out of reach. Fuck, she tasted good, and his cock was distracting him, needing more. Soon. He kissed closer, closer, reveling in the way that she trembled under his mouth. She squirmed and panted, so close to giving in to the desire.

  “Satisfy me,” she said, her voice tight in her throat. “Now.”

  He pulled away a little. “Whatever you want,” he whispered.

  So she took hold of his hair and inched him toward the warm wet heaven of her pussy. He had tasted it last night, but it had been rushed. His need to make her come before they were discovered had outweighed his need to satisfy her as well as he knew how. Tonight, he was going to take his time. Her hands were propped behind her, and she watched as he settled in, his hands around her ass. He flattened his tongue and began to lick his way to heaven.

  He knew he was fucked the moment he lowered his mouth to her. He couldn’t get enough, every moan, every shudder just for him. His shoulders were wedged between her legs, and her quiet cries sent jolts of pleasure through him. This whole day of temptation had set him on edge, and now, this was the reward. Jessie grabbed his hair to press him closer, and each time she tightened her grip, another groan escaped from his lips. The pure indulgence of it was taking over fast, and he was having a hard time keeping his hand away from his cock. Please her. Please her. The pleasure was building, taking over all rational thought.

  “Faster,” she
bit out. “More.”

  Byron responded right away, waiting for her order. His tongue, his fingers... His world tilted as she shattered and shook. He carried her through it, drawing out her orgasm, until her body melted back onto the towel. The urge to take his cock in his hand and finish himself off was strong, but he resisted. Not until she let him know what she wanted next. So he kissed her stomach and climbed out of the pool, his erection bobbing, aching.

  She turned her head, eyeing him lazily. Her lips turned up into a smile. “You can wait for me in my bedroom.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  BYRON SAT ON the edge of the king-size bed in Jessie’s room, with two condoms clutched in his hand, trying like hell to lower his own expectations. The intensity with which he wanted to please her was powerful, and it was hard to remember why he should warn himself to be careful. He was leaving tomorrow, never seeing her again. But that thought wasn’t sitting well, so Byron turned his thoughts back to what was coming next.

  He looked down at the condoms in his hand, then scanned the room. Minimalism definitely had its disadvantages—where the hell did he set them? On the pillow? On top of the bedside table seemed too presumptuous, but maybe inside the drawer. He headed to the small mango-wood table and opened the top drawer, dropping the condoms in. But the drawer wasn’t empty. Inside was a silk bag, and the object in it was long, rounded, slightly curved...a lot like a dick. Was it just that his mind was on sex, or was that a vibrator?

  The image of Jessie getting herself off flashed in front of him, and his cock jolted to high alert again. Should he look inside the bag, or did that was cross the privacy line? He had shown up at her cabin uninvited, after all. But before he could come up with any other ideas, the patter of her feet sounded just outside the bedroom. Byron quickly closed the drawer and stood up, clasping his hands behind his back.

  Jessie walked in just as he turned toward the door. She was still gloriously naked, her hair down, with nothing but a glass of wine. Her eyes were bright, challenging. She walked across the room, and Byron’s lust-filled brain was a little hazy right now.

  She stopped in front of him. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, she took a sip of her wine, then held it out for him to do the same. He took a drink, the cool liquid pouring down his throat.

  She lifted the glass to her lips and took another sip, her gaze locked on his. Her hair fell over her breast as she set the glass on the bedside table. Her smile was mischievous.

  “Have you been looking inside my drawer?” Her voice had a bite to it. How much of this was a game? All the blood was rushing to his cock, making it hard to play this with any kind of finesse.

  “I opened it to put condoms in it,” he said, trying to bite back his smile.

  “And what else did you find in there?”

  “A red bag.”

  Each time they spoke, she moved a little, taunting him with her body, with her voice. Damn, she was so good at this, cornering him, amping up the sexual tension between them.

  “Did you open it?”

  He shook his head.

  “What do you think is in there?”

  “A vibrator.”

  She smiled, and it was a brilliant smile, filled with laughter. “You’re right. It’s my favorite one. It serves my needs.”

  “I can do better,” he said. His voice came low, and his cock was so hard it ached.

  She tilted her head a little. “You think you’re a better toy than this one? Because I can use it anytime I need it. For as long as I want to.”

  “Use me,” he whispered. “As long as you want. I can take it.”

  Oh, fuck, this was driving him crazy. Desire was written all over her face, and she ran her hands up his biceps, over his chest, like she was deciding if he’d meet her needs. Finally, after an excruciatingly long moment of teasing, she tossed her hair over her shoulders. “Show me how good you are.”

  She scooted back onto the bed, her breasts bouncing, her hips wiggling. Her hair was still wet, and it left trails of water that followed the curves of her body. There wasn’t a hint of self-consciousness as she leaned back on her elbows, her knees bent, eyeing him like she was waiting for the show to begin. She was glorious, and he wanted to satisfy her over and over. No matter how painfully hard his cock was right now, he was going to do it again.

  The bed dipped as he climbed on one knee, then the other, his gaze moving lower, between her legs. This was his kryptonite, the place he couldn’t resist. He rested his hands on the bed, slipping them under her legs, right near her ass. Just one more taste. Fuck, it would be so good. But as he started to lower himself between her legs, she shook her head.

  “That’s not what my vibrator does.” She raised an eyebrow, her voice full of reprimand. “I want to see what your cock can do.”

  Damn. Byron’s erection throbbed each time she spoke, and he had to fight not to groan when she demanded something from him.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he bit out.

  “Lie down,” she said, so he did.

  She climbed on top, straddling him, sitting on his thighs and staring at his cock. He gritted his teeth as she tested it with her hand, feeling his width. She traced his length with her fingertips, sending white-hot streaks of pleasure through him that made his eyes roll back in his head. One of her hands closed around his cock, and the other came around his balls, much in the same way he had showed her at the poolside. She stared down like she was thinking about that, too. A drop of pre-come leaked from the tip, and she licked her lips. Oh, fuck, if she put her mouth on him right now, it would take every ounce of his self-control not to immediately come in her mouth. But after one exquisitely torturous moment of waiting for her to decide, she sat back on her knees.

  “It’ll do,” she said, sounding bored. If her hand had still been on his cock, he probably would have come right there. He took a few deep breaths and thought about money, New York, sitting in those damn conference rooms all day...anything he could think of to tone down the feeling that his cock was about to explode.

  Jessie leaned over to the bedside table and pulled out the condoms. She dangled the packages over him. “You’re going to need two of these?”

  Byron’s body was wound so tight that his laugh sounded pained. “Only if you want a second round.” Though he was starting to think he might really need multiple condoms to contain him when he came if his current tension level was any indication.

  Her smile had so many nuances—lust, impatience, teasing and a hint of suppressed laughter. It was perfect. “We’ll see.”

  She tore open one of the packages and took his erection in her hand, placing the condom at the tip. She rolled it down, dragging her fingers along his cock, making sure he was paying attention. He definitely was. Her gaze lingered on it for an extra moment, and then she leaned forward onto her hands to position herself. Her breasts dangled over him, two beautiful, round drops from heaven, made for his mouth. Fuck, he wanted to suck on them, feel her hard nipples on his tongue—

  “You like my breasts, don’t you?” Her voice broke into his thoughts, taunting him. She didn’t wait for his answer. “Maybe I’ll let you suck on them later. If you know how to please me.”

  Please her. Please her. The message thrummed through him. Jessie shifted, and her breasts moved hypnotically above him, just out of reach. She was letting him look, and he got the feeling she was testing him, seeing what else he’d do. Leaning forward to suck on them without an explicit invitation was out of the question, so he rested his hands on her thighs, not bothering to hide the want that was pumping through him. And he waited. Waited. Fuck, how he waited.

  She bent her knees, spreading them until her core just barely brushed his cock, sending a new ripple of lust through him. She was wet from her previous orgasm, and she slid so perfectly along his length, her legs trembling. His fingers flexed against her hips, and he had to resist a hard thrust.
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  “It’s fun to play with you,” she said carelessly, like she was rating his performance.

  She moved against him, lowering herself for a slow, slippery journey down his cock, then up again. She was getting herself worked up, closing her eyes, immersed in the sensations. Immersed in what his body could do for her. He watched her, hypnotized, trying to memorize exactly what this looked like as he blocked out his own building need.

  But before he could focus, she lifted herself onto her knees and positioned his cock at her entrance. And then his tip was inside her. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it was so good. With each slow inch, new waves of white-hot need rushed through him, one on top of the other. He squeezed his eyes shut, resisting the urge to come. Reminding himself that all the ecstasy would dissolve the moment he finished if he didn’t satisfy her, too. But her soft pants were driving him crazy. A little more. More. Just a little further.

  Then, finally, finally, after two days of thinking about it, his cock was buried snug inside her.

  He took a steadying breath, then another, and he opened his eyes. Jessie was staring down at him, her mouth parted in the sexiest O, her eyes a little unfocused. In that moment, their gazes locked, and she was looking at him with wonder. A rush of warmth and happiness overcame him, both thrilling and unsettling.

  Then she wet her lips. “Make me come.”

  It was an order, delivered with the perfect twist of lust and haughtiness and challenge. That was all it took. Everything else fell away, and all that was left was Jessie, above him, using his body for her pleasure. When she rose on shaky legs and sank back down, he thrust his hips, stifling his own groan.

  She hissed out a breath. “Do it again.”

  So he did, watching her face as she gave in to the moment. More thrusts, more sighs. Her breaths were coming fast, but he wanted to give her more. Be her toy. Fuck her just the way she likes it. He changed his angle, lifting her hips, and she let out a throaty moan. Yes. He had found that magical spot, so he did it again, and a jumble of pleas came out of her.