Attraction: (A Temptation Series Stand-alone) (The Temptation Series Book 4)

by Golland, KM

  ‘You smell so fucking good,’ he murmured against me.

  ‘Daisy,’ I murmured back.

  ‘What’s Daisy?’ he asked as he continued to kiss, making his journey down toward my cleavage.

  ‘It’s why I smell good,’ I gasped, sucking in air as he dipped his tongue in between my breasts. ‘It’s my perfume.’

  Derek hoisted me up so that my chest was at the same height as his mouth, my pussy now pressed into his ribs. ‘Take it off,’ he growled, nodding toward my top. ‘I’ve got you.’

  I let go of his shoulders and pulled my top over my head.

  ‘And the bra,’ he instructed as he eyed my flesh with a lust-filled expression.

  Reaching behind me, I unclipped my black lace balconette bra and pulled it off my shoulders. Before I had any time to adjust to the sudden change of temperature, Derek’s lips were tugging on my perked nipple.

  ‘Oh god,’ I cried out as I clenched my fingers into his shirt.

  He hummed as he teased my sensitive peak, then let go and dragged his tongue from just above my navel to in between my breasts in one long delicious swipe. Eye-fucking me devilishly, he then circled each nipple before sucking them back into his mouth.

  Being licked in that fashion while taking in his amorous stare just about sent my pussy into party mode. I swear she even blew on a party-blower. Is that possible? I wonder if my pussy can really blow on a party-blower.

  Derek’s pager sounded, bringing my attention back to the moment. ‘Fuck!’ he shouted, and shot me an apology-ridden look. ‘I’m sorry. I have to check it.’

  I smoothed my hands down the sides of his face and smiled. ‘Don’t be. I should go freshen up anyway.’

  Unwrapping my legs from around him, he helped me slide down his torso, then pulled his pager from his pocket. ‘Shit! I gotta ring the station,’ he bit out and started tapping on his phone.

  ‘I’ll be right back,’ I mouthed as I picked up my purse and pointed toward the bathroom.

  Derek winked and gave what could only be described as an I-know-you-fucking-will look.

  Smiling, but also completely wired over what we had just been doing and what we would be doing next, I made my way into the bathroom.

  Okay, okay, okay. I need to pee and then clean. I danced and jiggled with excitement at the thought of dousing my fiery hole with Derek’s hose. Derek’s hose. OMFG! I’m about to see Derek’s hose.

  Pulling my pants down, I sat on the toilet and relieved myself while salaciously contemplating the cock I was about to see, devour and fuck deliriously. I reached for the toilet paper and looked down to wipe.

  ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! You. Have. Got. To. Be. Fucking. KIDDING ME!’ I yelled. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck. Fuck a duck. Fuck a truck. Fuck a duck on a truck. Fuck a fucking duck driving a truck.’

  ‘Carly, you all right?’ Derek asked from his position on the other side of the bathroom door, his voice full of concern.

  ‘Of course,’ I laughed sweetly while looking to the roof and shaking my head in disagreement. ‘Never better.’

  ‘Okay, juuuust checking. Now hurry the fuck up and get that pussy of yours out here. I’m hungry.’

  I slumped forward and rested my head in my hands. Fuck. I hate periods ... period.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Why? Why me? Is it God’s plan to have my hole burning for all eternity? Is my punishment for being a bad girl to have singed crispy vagina bats nesting in my Carly-cave for as long as I shall live? And even then, I will no doubt end up having singed crispy vagina ghost-bats in the afterlife.

  I let out a strangled cry and shook my head, which was still held in the palms of my hands.

  I know! Head job! Springing my head back up, a renewed sense of venture washed through me. I will blow his fucking mind! I will suck that hose of his until it squirts me in the eye. Okay, maybe not in the eye, that shit stings, but I will suck the living fuck out of him.

  Reaching into my purse, I pulled out my tampon and took care of business while performing my pre-blow job exercises, stretching my mouth and enunciating the alphabet.

  ‘Aay, Beee, Ceee, D ... d ... deee, eee —’

  ‘You coming out or what? My balls are about as blue as Papa Smurf’s,’ Derek called from the next room.

  I scrunched my face in disgust — a visual of Papa Smurf’s nuggets now in my head — but focussed and continued with my exercises anyway. ‘Ffff, Geee ... Yeah, just a minute,’ I called back.

  ‘Aahch, I, Jay, K ... Kay, Ell, Em, En, Oooo ...’ I stopped and held the O. It was, after all, the most important of pre-blow job exercise letters. ‘Oooo ...’

  Looking at myself in the mirror, I took note that I resembled a fish, a cute little blowfish. I giggled at my own silliness and touched up my lipstick — because we all know that red lips wrapped around a cock is about as sexy as it gets. Okay, Carly, this is it. Go suck that sexy motherfucker. Nodding to myself, I opened the door and stepped into the room with cocksure confidence.

  Derek was sitting on the edge of the bed, socks and shoes removed. He seemed agitated, but over-keen at the same time. ‘Baby, I’m dying here. What took you so long?’

  I didn’t give him the courtesy of a reply, instead prowling toward him with a promising yet passionate smile, only to stop when I reached the spot in between his legs.

  Reaching out, I placed my finger on his lips to shush him. He went to speak but I shook my head slowly, eyeing him ferociously.

  Kneeling down before him, I slowly began to unbutton his jeans. ‘Stand up,’ I commanded, my voice not one to be argued with.

  He licked his bottom lip and rose so that I could pull down his jeans and underwear. As I slid them over the top of his cock, it sprang free and nearly poked me in the eye. Holy fucking shitballs! Talk about Cockasaurus Rex!

  I swallowed heavily, unable to get over just how well-endowed he actually was. His hose was huge, deserving of its own postcode. Shit! I should’ve exercised for longer. That thing is gonna give me facial cramps.

  I could honestly say that it was the prettiest cock I had ever seen. And mark my words, cocks can be pretty. If they can be ugly, then they can sure as hell be pretty as well.

  ‘You just gonna stare at it, baby?’ Derek asked, his voice low and sexy as hell.

  ‘I could,’ I answered, choking on the imaginary cotton lodged in my throat. ‘It’s pretty.’

  He shook his head at me and pointed to his dick. ‘This ain’t pretty. A man’s cock is never pretty.’

  ‘Yes, it is. It’s pretty fucking superb.’

  A conceited smile spread across his gorgeous face as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, palming his length slowly and enticing me to do more than just stare. I wanted to do more. Oh boy, did I want to do more. But watching him slowly glide his hand up and down his incredible length was so erotic and just as rewarding.

  I licked my lips, shuffled forward on my knees and placed my hands on his bare firm arse, gripping it forcefully and pulling him toward me. The taut hard muscle beneath my hand heightened the frenzied need within me.

  Derek positioned the shiny head of his cock at the entrance to my mouth, prompting me to open up and gently sweep my tongue over it, teasing him as I delicately swirled.

  He hissed and pushed his pelvis a little closer, wanting to take control, but I was hell-bent on not conceding and dodged my head to the side, flashing him a dominant and smug grin. I then licked from his crown all the way down to his manscaped base, the salty taste of his skin a pleasure to digest.

  The fact he pruned and took care of his man-area did not surprise me; he just seemed that type of guy. And anyway, you could always pick a manscaper versus a pube-activist. And Derek was no pube-activist. Personally, I appreciated good hygiene where the genital region was concerned. And I’m sure I speak for most women when I say that none of us want a mouthful of short and curlys.

  Releasing my hands from his tense cheeks, I reached forward and to
ok hold of his cock while placing my other hand on his balls. Gently, I caressed them with my fingertips, kneading the soft bumpy flesh. With my other hand, I gripped his shaft tighter and proceeded to move his skin up and down before leaning forward and engulfing him completely.

  ‘Fuck,’ Derek moaned and placed his hands on my head almost instantly, flexing his fingers into my scalp.

  My smile encircled his cock, as I glanced up to spy him looking down at me, his heavy-lidded expression exciting, yet tormenting at the same time. I wanted all of him, but knew that was not going to happen and although I was thoroughly enjoying giving him head, the fact we could not have sex afterward was pure torture.

  I bobbed up and down a couple of times, relishing the warmth and taste of his skin before releasing him from my mouth. ‘Take your shirt off. I want to see that chest of yours,’ I demanded, before running my tongue back over his crown to be rewarded with a bead of pre-come.

  He reached behind his shoulders and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head while gently bucking into my mouth.

  I paused. Oh. My. God!

  The sight of his bare chest etched with black ink made my jaw drop open with his cock teetering on my bottom lip. Derek’s pecs, shoulders and abdomen were simply stunning ... and caramel; golden and oozing deliciousness. The bumps, the grooves, the dips and ... the V! I closed my eyes momentarily and had a silent Vgasm. Oh, sweet Vgasm.

  Giggling greedily, I opened my eyes and clamped back down on his dick, all of a sudden wanting nothing more than to clamber on top of him and touch every single part of his body. I wanted to run my hands up and down his chest, his shoulders, his arms, his legs. EVERYWHERE! I was a voracious and frenzied ball of hormones ready to explode.

  ‘Fuck, baby. Stop looking at me like that, or I’ll shoot my load right now.’

  I groaned at the sound of his desperation and took him in deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I prided myself on my oral skills; I was a ‘head’ honcho.

  ‘That’s it,’ Derek said abruptly and went to withdraw from my mouth.

  I panicked and grabbed him, forcing him to stay.

  ‘Carly, let me go. I want to fuck you now!’

  ‘... ou an’t,’ I mumbled, pumping him vigorously with my hand.

  ‘What do you mean I can’t? I fucking well can. Just watch me,’ he retorted.

  Releasing his cock from my mouth with a ‘pop’, I palmed it slowly and gave him a sympathetic look. ‘I’m surfing the crimson wave.’

  He gave me a dumbfounded look in return. ‘You’re what?’

  ‘You know ... code red, kitty has a nose bleed?’

  ‘What the fuck are you talking about?’

  Rolling my eyes at him, I gripped his shaft in frustration, my grip probably a little harder that what it should’ve been. ‘I have my period, dummy.’

  Realisation dawned on his now-distraught face. ‘You serious?’

  ‘Yep,’ I nodded sadly, then with a devious smile continued, ‘so I suggest you place your hands back on my head and let me suck you dry.’

  With a sexy smile, he lifted one shoulder and cocked his head to the side. ‘Well, when you say it like that ...’

  Dragging my tongue up his length, I happily sucked him back into my mouth, taking him deep until he was coming against the back of my throat with an animalistic growl that vibrated right through me. Oh, sweet fuck, this man is sexy.

  Derek reached down and placed a finger under my chin, directing me to stand in front of him. I complied, which was when he seized my mouth and wrapped one arm around my back and the other under my legs, lifting me into his arms.

  ‘What are you doing?’ I giggled.

  ‘Taking you to bed. I’m not finished with you yet.’

  He gently laid me down on the crisp white linen of the suite’s king-sized bed and then crawled up and over me, placing a soft kiss to my forehead, my nose, my lips and my neck. I hummed my appreciation, closing my eyes and savouring his attentive lips.

  My moment of appreciative bliss came to an abrupt halt when Derek began to unbutton my jeans. ‘Don’t,’ I blurted, stopping his hands with my own and propping myself up on my elbows. ‘I don’t do red-sex.’

  He raised an eyebrow then shook his head with amusement. ‘I don’t do it, either, baby, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you sleep in your jeans.’

  Relaxing, I nodded. ‘Good,’ then lay back down and let Derek remove my pants.

  ‘Your body is gorgeous, Carly,’ he said with an appreciate smile as he slowly ran his hands up the outer sides of my legs. ‘Do you work-out?’

  Do I work-out? Pfft, I work out how not to work-out. That’s how Carly works out. ‘No. I don’t. I’m just lucky.’

  He laughed and shuffled up my body to straddle my hips and then began to blissfully knead my breasts, his masterful hands working my chest in a tantalising fashion. I closed my eyes, arched my back and threw my hands above my head, reaching to grab hold of the edge of the mattress.

  ‘I swear to fucking god that these tits are the nicest I’ve ever seen,’ he praised.

  Opening one eye, I couldn’t help smiling boldly. ‘Really?’

  ‘Oh, yeah.’

  ‘The nicest you’ve ever seen?’ I asked with a seductive, yet overjoyed drawl.

  He nodded and leaned forward to take my nipple into his mouth. ‘Definitely the nicest,’ he mumbled.

  I laughed and closed my eyes once more, realising that non-sex was not all that bad when it was with Derek.

  ***

  The next morning I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. It was definitely a good smell to wake up to, but even better was the sight of Derek wandering around the room in nothing but a towel hanging dangerously low on his waist. Fall, goddamn it. Slip. Untie. Unravel and drift to the floor. Willing the towel’s descent with every bit of mental telepathy I could conjure, I soon gave up with an inward grumble of disappointment when it didn’t budge.

  Instead I took a moment to admire him in the sunlight, filtering through the window of the thirty-fourth floor suite we were occupying. His body was simply perfect: his chest, arms and abdomen rippled with taut muscles. I knew that firefighters had to be fit, carrying around heavy equipment and climbing stairs and shit, but fuck me, he certainly looked after himself.

  ‘Hungry?’ he asked, breaking my perve-sesh.

  Quickly wiping my eyes to insinuate I was just waking up and not eye-fucking him instead, I sat up and stretched. ‘Yeah, smells good.’

  ‘I figured you’d be good with bacon, considering you aren’t one of those “salad and water girls” that we talked about,’ he playfully explained.

  ‘Bring it on! I love a good pork in the morning,’ I blurted out as I climbed off the bed.

  ‘Well, this is as good as it’s going to get today. But next time, I promise your morning pork will be a hell of a lot better.’

  Sidling up to Derek, I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his lips. ‘Mm ... thank you. This is perfect.’

  He gestured for me to sit down on the tub chair where I settled with one foot on the edge and leaned forward to rest upon my leg. I had only my black lace, boy-leg panties on and nothing up top, being comfortable with my body and not afraid to show it. Another of Carly’s cardinals was: if you’ve got it, flaunt it. And I sure as hell had it.

  ‘You cold?’ Derek asked.

  I bit down on my bacon. ‘No. Why?’ I mumbled curiously.

  He nodded toward my peaked nipples.

  ‘These?’ I queried, looking down and tweaking them. ‘Oh, they are always like this.’

  ‘Always?’ he asked, nearly choking on his coffee.

  ‘Yep, I’m in a constant state of arousal,’ I smiled jokingly, winking at him seductively.

  He let out a mild laugh, but kept eyeing my breasts with a heated expression. ‘So ... got any plans for today?’

  Leaning back, I spread my arms across the back of the chair, poking out my chest for his ente
rtainment. Then, gathering my hair into a ponytail within my hand, I answered casually, ‘No, not really. I was just going to lounge around and utilise this fine establishment.’

  His eyes widened at my now prominent display. ‘Do you like footy?’ he ground out, still staring at my breasts.

  ‘Yes, I’ve followed Essendon all my life. Lexi and I are Bombers crazy.’

  A sly smile spread across his face. ‘Excellent! Hurry up and eat then. You now have plans.’

  ***

  Just under two hours later, Derek and I were seated on the ground level of the MCG, watching the players of both the Essendon and Collingwood Football Clubs undergo their pre-match practice and warm-up. The stadium surrounding us was enormous and filling quickly as people scrambled along the aisles in order to find their seats.

  ‘Here you go,’ Derek said as he draped an Essendon Bombers scarf around my neck. ‘Worst fifteen dollars spent in my life,’ he joked. He also passed me a plastic cup of beer as he sat down next to me.

  I laughed at his stab at my beloved team. ‘Thanks. Your support of the Dons is very much appreciated.’

  ‘You do realise you are going to get flogged today,’ he added with an unapologetic tone. Oh ... you have no idea how much I want to be flogged. And by you.

  ‘Don’t be so sure,’ I countered. ‘You know ... that’s the biggest problem with you Magpie supporters, you’re all cocky fuckwits.’

  Derek laughed and placed his arm around my shoulders. ‘Baby, we have reason to be cocky. It’s called fifteen premierships.’

  ‘I’m sorry ... haven’t we won more?’ I asked carelessly, trying to hide my smug smile because I knew that we had.

  He turned toward me slightly and raised an impressed eyebrow. ‘Let’s not go there, all right?’

  I laughed again, his playful attempt to change the subject highly adorable. In true Magpie supporter style, the Bombers were a very touchy subject, the fierce rivalry between the two teams transferring to their supporters.

  ‘So how does a small wager sound?’ I suggested, while stealing a chip from the tray lying across his lap.