Seduction in the Sun: Adult Romance Box Set (9 Sizzling Tales with BBW, Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males)

by Hawkeye, Lauren

  I hear a knock on the door.

  It’s Nicolai.

  “Tessa,” he calls softly as he enters.

  He finds me there, legs splayed, body arched like a bow as I run the vibrator provocatively along my damp cleft.

  “Fucking hell,” he says, stopping to watch for a moment before discarding his clothes in order to join me on the bed.

  “I’m sorry,” I murmur as my pleasure mounts. “I couldn’t wait.”

  “I don’t mind,” he says, taking the vibrator from my hands and deftly using it to stroke my flesh. He twists the appliance, applying pressure along the length of my pussy, while the tip massages my swollen clit. “I just hope you were thinking of me.”

  “Of course,” I say.

  My body convulses both in my imagination and for real. I’m so close, so fucking close, I can barely stand it. Jesus. This fantasy is so vivid I’m ready to burst after mere minutes of stimulation. I squeeze my eyes tight, trying to prolong my pleasure. Then I open my eyes and...

  ...what the fuck!

  It’s not the phantom memory of Nicolai that makes this fantasy feel so tangible. It’s the man standing above me, looking down with a frightening degree of raw, ravenous power.

  “Alander?”

  His smile is predatory and smug as he unbuttons his shirt and crawls onto the bed, taking the vibrator from my hand and applying it directly to my clit, moving it back and forth, back and forth.

  “Don’t you dare come, Tessa Savage. Not until I tell you to.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five- Alander

  Oh God! Things are happening so quickly, I’m still semi-caught in my fantasy and find myself lifting my hips toward the press of the vibrator as if Alander is Nicolai and we’re finally about to finish this.

  But when the man between my legs drops the vibrator and lowers his mouth to taste me, some primal instinct kicks in. In less time than it takes me to say his name, I’ve been transported from fantasy to some other place—a place I don’t recognize. It’s hot and repressive...and dark. So dark.

  Does Alander mistake the writhing of my body for encouragement? He must because he licks deeper, sucks harder and pries my legs open wider.

  I twist on the bed, trying to pull away, but he has my legs in a vice-like grip rendering me immobile.

  “No!”

  He stops and looks up at me, “Tessa?”

  I’m too far gone to reply. I’m irrational—in full-on fight or flight mode, pounding the bed with my fists, fraught with an internal battle of conflicting emotions and sensations. For the last twenty-four hours I’ve been telling Alander ‘no’. While at the moment, my body is screaming, YES! OH GOD! YES! YES! YES!

  But it’s Nicolai I want.

  “Tessa, if you want me to stop, say the word.”

  The word? Oh, fuck yes. The word. Our safe word. I should say it.

  “Say it, Tess. Or...” He fits his hands beneath my ass and lifts me to his mouth, giving me one sweet, penetrating lick.

  My hips fly off the bed as a cannonball of unwanted pleasure shoots up my body and out my mouth. “Alander!”

  His name is not our safe word. It’s Thomais, the saint on the medallion he wears. But I don’t say it.

  Why don’t I say it?

  “Tessa, let me do this.”

  I roll my head back and forth across the pillow.

  “Then say the fucking word,” he growls.

  But I don’t. Why don’t I fucking say it?!

  His fingers dig into my hips as he waits, breathing hard, nostrils flared.

  Still, no word emerges as I continue to flail against his hold on me.

  “I know what you need,” he says through gritted teeth. “You must fight me. Come, Tessa. Fight me. Fight me hard.”

  A haze descends over me. It’s red and heavy and covers me like a hot, wet blanket, making it difficult to breathe. My extremities tingle with hyper-awareness and my brain shuts off. There is no rational decision available to me anymore. I am a wild-woman charged with angry pleasure. Listening to Alander’s commands and obeying with no thought to saying our safe word.

  I fight him with the strength of one possessed. Fisting my hands in his hair and yanking for all I’m worth. He cries out and momentarily loosens his hold on my legs, giving me time to kick him away. How does he know this is what I need? How does he know that I’ve been repressing this terrible feeling in me, needing to do battle...with someone?

  He grunts in pain and I manage to get to my hands and knees, intent on scrambling away from him. Before I get far, he grabs an ankle and tugs with such force I end up flat on my stomach beneath him.

  He runs a possessive hand up the back of my thighs to my ass and gives me a rub then a smack.

  My body shudders in response.

  How easy it is for him to flip me so that he now lies on top of me, his legs pinning mine, his large hands cuffing my wrists and restraining them against the mattress above my head. There is a wicked light in his dark, dark eyes, and I’m hypnotised by it.

  His belt buckle bites into my belly and I can feel the strength of his arousal through the fabric of his pants. We stay locked in this position, breathing hard and staring into one another’s eyes.

  “You’re not done, are you?”

  “No.”

  “Do you want to say the word?”

  “No.”

  The left side of his mouth twitches and his lids lower. “Good. Then fight me until there is no fight left.”

  From somewhere, I don’t know where, aggression surges through me, from the tips of my toes to the center of my chest. I buck like a wild stallion, attempting to throw an unwanted rider. Alander’s eyes widen at my ferocity but his lips express his true feelings.

  Delight.

  This is all play to him.

  He is a dolphin with his infuriating grin.

  I buck so hard, he goes flying, tumbling off me, off the bed and onto the plush carpeted floor of the cabin. Instead of running from him, I jump on top of him, straddling his hips and pummeling his wide chest with my fists.

  I don’t know how long he allows me to hit him before he grabs my fists and yanks me down on top of him, holding me against him as I struggle for breath.

  Gradually, gradually, my body begins to relax, so much so that I’m barely conscious of the fact he’s gently stroking my back, from my shoulders to the curve of my ass.

  I suddenly become aware of the warm, damp skin of his neck beside me. I taste him with just the tip of my tongue and he tastes so damn good, salty with a residue of spicy aftershave, that I have to press my lips against him, sucking ever so gently.

  Without words, he unbuckles his pants and I help him slide them down his legs. Once he’s nude, he adjusts me so that I’m fitted along his length, my legs spread with knees on either side of his. His erection is a dangerous missile, aimed at its intended target and I gyrate my hips so that the head of said missile butts up against my painfully swollen clit.

  I don’t know how he did it but all of my defiance is gone. It’s gone. The man is a maestro and he played me with a shocking degree of proficiency until he exorcised the pain leaving only one thing in its wake...desire.

  I kiss his neck with eagerness, licking and sucking as I move down. Next, I attend to his lovely patch of black hair in the center of his chest. I kiss him there and then kiss each and every red splotch that is leftover from my fists. Hands in my hair, he gently guides me in a downward direction but his guidance is unnecessary because I was already headed that way.

  I devour his torso with all my senses, smelling and licking, tasting and touching until I catch a new scent that makes my mouth water in anticipation.

  It’s the musky scent of raw male arousal.

  I have to taste. I have to have him in my mouth. All the way in. I slather his cock with kisses and suck the head of him, going deeper and deeper with each stroke, until I engulf him completely.

  Alander sounds like he’s pushing air out through gritted teeth a
nd I increase the pace of my suction.

  His grip on my hair tightens and he starts chanting, “Fuck, Tess. Fuck.”

  With his cock deep in my mouth, I cup his balls and squeeze then I slip a spit-slicked finger into his ass and crook it.

  It’s his turn to buck and my turn to try to stay on.

  “Fuck me,” he moans, thrusting his cock into my open mouth.

  Relaxing my throat muscles, I let him have his way until it’s too much and I find myself struggling to breathe. I withdraw, slowly, licking and sucking as I go. His hands move from my hair to his shaft, grasping his length like it’s a powerful fire hose about to shoot out of control.

  “Condoms, Tessie. Get me a fucking condom.”

  On hands and knees, I move to the nightstand and, of course, find it filled with a variety of designs and flavors. At this point, I don’t give a shit, and I grab the nearest box, pull out a disc and rip it open.

  Alander is on his knees when I pass him the condom. He rolls it over his length with such studied concentration, like it’s the first time he’s ever done it. Once done, he looks at me. His eyes are wild, his pupils fully dilated.

  “Get on the bed,” he commands.

  I do as he asks.

  “Lie on your back. Spread your legs.”

  I told you, didn’t I? No defiance left. Not one tiny bit. I do exactly what he tells me to do.

  He moves off the bed, grabs my ankles and yanks so that my butt is perched on the edge, my legs draped over his shoulders and his mouth in perfect position to punish my pussy.

  Which he does.

  Thumbs spread me wide as he fits his face between my thighs and devours me. He uses his tongue, lips and teeth to abuse my swollen flesh, quickly bringing me to the very precipice of control.

  I thread my fingers through his damp hair and hold on, about to take the plunge, when he stops and looks up. Using that infuriatingly authoritative voice, he says, “Don’t you dare come.”

  He pinches my clit, hard, and I squeal.

  “Look at me.”

  I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my eyes. I look at him and it’s like some bizarre funhouse mirror. The longer I watch, the larger he grows. I soon realize it’s not an illusion and that he’s simply crawling up on top of me until we’re face to face.

  He licks his lips and glances down at mine. Then he presses two fingers against my mouth. “Taste yourself.”

  Without breaking eye-contact, I open my mouth and suck.

  “Honey,” he whispers. “You taste like fucking honey.” His eyes close and he lowers his open mouth to mine, using his fingers to pry my lips apart so that he can plunder as he chooses.

  “Tessa Savage.” He says my name like it’s painful to him. “You make me want.”

  My mouth is too full of tongue and fingers to respond with words. But I do my best to tell him what I think with my body. I grasp his powerful shoulders and lift my slick breasts to rub against his chest. His kiss deepens in response and he slides a hand down my side to grasp the back of my thigh, pulling it high so that his cock is seated flush against my cleft.

  Lifting his head, he looks down at me with this crazy look of tenderness. He rubs his cheek against mine and whispers, “You make me want to be normal.”

  This unexpected statement has an unexpected effect on me. Laughter bubbles up and out.

  “Don’t laugh,” he says, pretending to be angry but I can see the twinge of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

  I place my hand against his cheek. “I can’t help it. You? Normal? I don’t think so.”

  “No?” A challenging light has come into his expression. “Let’s see, shall we?”

  Going up onto his knees, he spreads my legs and positions his cock at my entrance.

  “Lift your hips,” he says.

  I do and the new position provides the perfect angle for him to slide neatly into my soaking cunt. He drags my hips toward him until he’s embedded to the hilt. His eyes roll back and he exhales heavily. “I have done this so many times, and yet with you, it feels new.”

  Opening his eyes again, his fevered gaze strikes the smile off my face. Not because what he’s doing doesn’t feel good, but because what he’s doing feels so good, particularly when he lowers his body to mine and kisses me like it’s his first time.

  “Jesus, Tessa,” he moans against my lips. “I need you. Fuck, I need you.”

  His kisses become more demanding as his cock pumps harder and harder into me.

  “I never fuck like this,” he mutters. “Yet with you...” He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead he props himself up on his hands and grimaces as his hips move with fierce abandon.

  A flash of something that looks like anguish crosses his face. He shifts between my legs and, supporting himself on one hand, yanks up on my thigh with his other, forcing me to open even wider to his thrusts. This new position exerts an extraordinary amount of friction against my clit and I gasp, finding myself once again on the edge of sanity.

  I arch my body in preparation, shut my eyes and squeeze my breasts, pinching and twisting in time to Alander’s assault.

  He withdraws, almost all of the way, and then thrusts with more force than before.

  I cry out.

  Like a rip tide, he withdraws again, sucking my pleasure out to sea. This time, when just the head of his cock is left inside, he growls, “Don’t you come...” he grunts and plunges...deep, “...until I fucking say.”

  Oh God! My orgasm is so close, so painfully close. I have to fight it off as surely as I fought Alander earlier. I writhe beneath him, trying to keep the orgasm in check. My movement must excite him, because his thrusts increase in speed and savagery.

  I don’t know how long we go on like this, a pair of wild, bucking animals in heat, but I’m lost in sensation so mind-blowing that I forget who I am and who I’m with.

  “Fu-uck!” Alander cries, grasping my rearing hips in a feral grip so he can execute short, sharp little bursts inside. He sticks two fingers between us and rubs my clit, hard and fast.

  “Alander!”

  “That’s it. Fuck that’s it. Fall apart.” He rubs faster and faster. “Come baby. Fall apart for me.”

  Holy-fucking-shit do I fall apart! Thank God Alander has such a firm hold on me, otherwise I would explode all over the fucking room. My body is ripped open and all that is left is warm, quivering, useless flesh

  I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t move.

  “Fucking hell, Tessa.” Alander withdraws and the unwanted sensation forces me to suck in a breath. “Fucking hell.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six- Alander

  Alander rolls off the bed and disappears into the bathroom. I hear water running but I don’t move. I can’t.

  It takes me a moment to realize the water has turned off. I open my eyes to find a naked Alander standing beside the bed, staring down at me.

  “What?” I ask. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  He shakes his head and smiles before crawling onto the bed next to me. “You really don’t know?”

  Even smiling seems to take too much effort. “If you’re fishing for compliments...”

  “Tell me that wasn’t amazing.”

  Smiling is getting easier. “It was pretty amazing.”

  “Pretty amazing? Tessa, I fuck on a regular basis. I know what is amazing and what is beyond amazing. That was beyond amazing.”

  “Meh,” I say, pretending indifference.

  Alander is silent so long, I’m afraid to open my eyes. Oh God. I’ve just done the worst thing. I’ve insulted Alander’s sexual prowess. Of course I was just teasing, but Alander is so unpredictable and his fuse can be so short...I carefully open one eye to see what he’s doing and what expression he might be wearing.

  I am not prepared for his silly grin and the laughter that erupts from deep inside his chest.

  “Meh?” he laughs. “Meh?” With way more energy than he should have, he swiftly picks me up and flips
me over so my tummy is resting on his knee. Caressing my backside, with a hint of menace, he says, “Would you care to repeat that?”

  I shoot him an exhausted evil-eye over my shoulder. “Don’t you dare.”

  He gives my ass the lightest of taps.

  I growl in displeasure...and fun.

  “How was I?”

  My lips twitch with mischief. “Yeah, you were okay.”

  His eyes go wide and the tap becomes a swat.

  “Stop that.”

  “Then tell me the truth.”

  “You were good, all right? You were very good.”

  The swat is a smack this time.

  “Hey,” I say with feigned indignation. “There’s nothing wrong with good. Plus I said you were very good.”

  He eyes me with an arched brow as he raises his hand higher this time, waiting.

  I make an exasperated sound. “You’re an arrogant tyrant, you know that?”

  “Yes. And I’m a fucking animal in bed. How was I, Tess? Tell me the truth.”

  I growl at him, doing my best to make him laugh again. I like this new Alander who laughs. I like him a lot.

  “Say it!”

  I growl again and wrestle my way off his lap. I give him a shove and say, “Fine!” I poke him in the pecs, delighted by the quiet chuckling sound he’s making. “You rocked my fucking world, okay? From beginning to fucking end. From making me fight you to making me wait to come. You’re the big shit and you made me shatter. Is that what you want to hear? Because, unfortunately, as much as it pains me to say it, it’s the fucking truth.”

  Alander grasps both sides of my face and says, “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

  Then we both collapse onto the bed, laughing our asses off.

  ***

  As it turns out, my decision couldn’t have been any better. Alander is exactly what I need. As the day progresses, what becomes clear, is that I’m also exactly what he needs. We don’t leave the cabin again that day...or night. Alander orders food to be delivered to the room and we stay exactly where we are, eating and making love and laughing and playing.