Alluring Temptation (Bayou Stix #3)

by Skye Turner

  I really wish she wasn’t doing that. I mean I can hire her to cook for me if she wants a job! I don’t want her working for him.

  I must make some sort of noise because she looks at me and asks, “You ok?”

  Masking my face, I nod and take a sip of my coffee.

  She watches my face for a bit and then smiles as she turns back to put the brownies in some fancy little boxes. The tarts are already packaged in those see-through plastic containers. It looks like something in a five star restaurant. He’d be an idiot not to hire her.

  I hope he’s an idiot…

  Dade is watching me over the rim of his cup. I meet his stare and he looks away with a contemplative look on his face. After Clove sets a slice of frittata and half a grapefruit in front of both of us, he grabs his coffee and plate and tucks the paper under his arm. He calls out to us as he heads out the back door, “Beautiful morning. I think I’m going to read the paper and enjoy the back porch.”

  Clove looks from him to me as the door closes. Then, she sits back and crosses her arms. It pushes her breasts up. She’s not wearing a bra. Dammit!

  I can’t take my eyes off of her nipples showing through the thin fabric of her tank when she’s pushing them up like that.

  Her fingers snapping in front of my face wakes me out of my trance. I look at her sheepishly. “Sorry, you have pretty titties.”

  Her cheeks turn bright red and she mutters, “I swear! Damn men! One track mind!” I’m still looking at her chest and I see her nipples tighten. She snaps her fingers again and says, “Liam! Focus. Damn, man!”

  I look up and smile. I am dead caught. Oh well. She likes it. Her breathing is a little faster, giving her away. I wink.

  She rolls her eyes at me, but I see the smile she’s trying to hide. “What was that look about?”

  I’m trying to concentrate on the conversation, but she’s distracting me. Again. “What?”

  “Seriously, Liam? They’re boobs! Every woman has them and I know you’ve seen better than mine, so snap out of it.” She’s annoyed.

  I make it a point to look at her. What was she asking me about? I don’t even know.

  Fail.

  She meets my eyes and I see something in them that unnerves me. She glances at the backdoor and then slyly smiles.

  Uh oh. What is she up to?

  She gets up and walks around to my side of the table. I’m fascinated with whatever she’s about to do. But oddly freaked out, too. She pushes my plate to the side and sits in front of me. Her chest is directly in front of me. If she’s trying to make me focus on something other than her tits, this is not a good plan.

  I can’t take my eyes off of the front of her shirt. I see her nipples tighten even more and they seem to swell. She calls my name and I look up. Her face is full of mischief. She uses two fingers to point at me and then at her eyes. “You with me? Focus.”

  I nod as she runs her hands down her chest and cups her breasts. My eyes go wide. What the hell is she doing? She’s trying to drive me fucking insane. That’s exactly what she’s doing.

  I can’t move my eyes and I swear my dick is standing straight up. She says, “Liam… are you paying attention?”

  Oh, I’m so focused right now, I need a medal.

  I lick my lips to wet them and nod again. The ability to speak eludes me.

  She chuckles and looks over her shoulder as she scoots closer to the edge of the table. Looking back at me, she lowers her hands and grabs the bottom of her shirt. Then, with a smirk, she raises her shirt and her perfect breasts are a breath away from my face. I gasp in shocked awe.

  I inhale and try desperately to keep my face where it is and not bury it in between those beautiful, real C’s.

  Suddenly, I realize where we are and that Dade is just outside the back door.

  Grabbing her and pulling her shirt down, I scoop her up, and stalk down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I set her down and cross to the other side of the room to keep from touching her.

  I manage to get out through gritted teeth. “What the hell, Clove? What are you doing? Are you fucking insane? Do you want Dade to kill me? You just flashed me in his fucking kitchen.” I can’t think. I want to touch her so badly. Dammit. “You can’t do shit like that!”

  She’s looking at me with a perplexed expression. Her face falls. “I’m sorry, I was just teasing. I thought you would like it.”

  I’m staring at her like I’ve never seen her before. In reality, I haven’t. Not like this. Who is this girl? Is this Clove, the real Clove, or is she trying to be someone she thinks I want her to be?

  Oh my God… why is she so alluring?!

  She turns towards the door and reaches for it. “I’m sorry. I really thought I could be me with you. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

  I’m in a stupor. What the hell does that mean?!

  “Stop!” She stops, but doesn’t turn around. “Stop. Don’t leave. I’m trying really hard to be a gentleman here, Clove. I am. But fuck, you could tempt a saint!”

  She looks over her shoulder and I just want to grab her and throw her onto my bed and climb all over her… climb inside of her.

  She shakes her head, “Why?”

  What? What does she mean?

  Clenching my hands at my sides, I mutter, “Why what?”

  She turns and walks over to me. Stopping right in front of me, she runs her nails down my chest to the top of my pants. I suck in a breath. She trails her fingers back up and stops at my chin. She taps it twice. “Why are you trying to be a gentleman?”

  I look at her in shock. What does she mean?! I need her to tell me what she means, because I am not understanding.

  “Because you deserve a gentleman. I don’t want to treat you like less than you are.”

  She looks at me introspectively, “Not touching me is not being a gentleman. It’s cruel.” Leaning up, she stands on her tiptoes and lightly nips at my chin. I exhale and stare at her. “It’s not fair to make me burn for you and then not touch me. We don’t have to have sex. I’m not ready to have sex, but I want you to touch me, Liam. Don’t withhold your touch from me.”

  I’m breathing like I just ran ten miles as I stare at her.

  She asks, “Do you want to touch me?”

  I have to swallow to calm down a bit. Do I want to touch her? Does a starving man want food? I feel like a randy fifteen year old about to cop his first feel right now. I nod.

  She takes my hands and presses them to her breasts. I swallow again before I glance down. As I rub my thumbs against her nipples, they bead for me. I stare in rapt fascination. She exhales and lets her head fall back in invitation.

  Picking her up, I place her on the bed and walk over to the door as she watches me. I turn the lock. There will be no interruptions today.

  Her eyes are hooded as she watches me stalk her across the room. This is about her, not you, Liam. Focus, man.

  She’s so sexy sprawled out on my bed. Her hair fans across my pillow as her chest rapidly rises and falls with her erratic breathing. She still has her slippers on. I chuckle. Even Thor slippers are sexy as sin on her.

  Her brow raises and she gets a look of trepidation on her face as I near. As I reach the end of the bed, I lean down and pull her slippers off. Leaning down, I rub the arches of her feet and circle each individual toe. She moans at the sensations. Running my hands over the fleece of her pants, I explore her legs through the fabric. As my hands reach her waist, I slip my hand underneath the elastic band and let it pop. She jerks with a start and looks at me.

  Leaning over her, I take her mouth in a gentle kiss as I hold her arms immobile on the bed. My tongue is rubbing against her tongue and teeth in a sensual dance and she’s writhing beneath me, trying to release her hands. No way, Clove. If you touch me, I’m going to embarrass myself.

  Breaking the kiss, but continuing to hold her immobile by linking our hands, I kiss down her neck and lick the swells of her breasts trying to escape the thin tank she’s wearin
g. Leaning over, I bite her nipple through her shirt. She bucks off of the bed and tries once again to remove her hands from mine. I am feasting on her breasts through her shirt. It’s completely see through from my saliva and her nipples are clearly visible through the material. My cock is seriously complaining about being restrained in my pants.

  I need my hands. Blowing across the wet material, I call her name. “Clove.” She opens her eyes and they are burning with desire. “Clove, grab the headboard.” She looks at me, but I’m not sure she’s understanding my words. Releasing her hands, I say again, “Grab ahold of the headboard and don’t let go. If you let go, I’m going to stop touching you.”

  Her eyes widen in shock. “What?”

  I chuckle and suck on her nipples again. She moans and I feel her hands move. Grabbing them, I guide them to the wrought iron rail of the bed and wrap her fingers around it. Looking at her, she looks nervous. I lean up and kiss her. She relaxes and I whisper against her mouth. “I don’t want you to touch me, ok? Don’t let go. This is for you. If you touch me, I’m going to stop.”

  She shakes her head and gasps at me, “No, that’s not fair. I want to touch, too.”

  Trailing my tongue down her neck and across her chest, I grab her tank and raise it to her chin, exposing her breasts to my hungry gaze. God, her tits are perfect. Full and lush and real. Her dark nipples are a stark contrast to her creamy skin. I lick my lips as I trace the nipples with my fingers. She throws her head back again and moans.

  Clove is lying on my bed, with her shirt around her neck and her delicious tits on display, as she holds onto my headboard, which thrusts them up even further. My hands are darker than her skin, so the contrast is like a piece of art. I take a picture with my mind.

  This the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  It’s too much, leaning in, I take a naked nipple into my mouth and suckle. I moan at the sheer perfection of the experience.

  The more I suckle, the more I want, and the more responsive she gets. She’s mewling and gasping my name, “Liam. Ohhh, Liam. L….I…A…M!”

  I’m grinding my dick into the bed. It’s so hard and wants to be inside of her.

  Trailing kisses down her stomach, I reach the waistband of her pants. The Promised Land. Trailing my hands up and down her sides and barely grazing the sides of her breasts, I finally take ahold of the waistband and glide them down her smooth legs. Her body is lean with just the right amount of curves. It’s beautiful; she’s beautiful.

  I’m teasing her bellybutton with my tongue as I finally get her pants down. Leaning back, I gaze at her. She’s gorgeous.

  Her hair is rumpled and sexy. Her skin is flushed from her desire. Her breasts are firm and lush. The nipples are glistening and standing proud. Her waist dips in and her hips flare out. My eyes focus on what I desperately want to taste and I’m slightly shocked. She’s almost bare. As she sees my gaze upon her, her skin flushes even more. She tries to close her legs, but I stop her with my hands on the inside of her thighs. Pushing her legs open a little wider, I just look. I need to look now, because once I go in, I’m going to forget to look and I need this image firmly cemented on my brain.

  She squeaks out, “Liam, please stop looking at me like that. You’re making me really flustered.”

  My brow raises and I smile at her. “Why? You’re absolutely perfect, Clove. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” I stop in wonderment as I realize this is true: Clove is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. She’s beautiful too, but everything about her is just perfect…. To me.

  She frowns slightly and tries to sit up. “That’s not true. Stop. Don’t lie to me. You don’t have to lie, Liam.”

  I look at her incredulously. I try to get her to understand. “I’m not lying, Clove. You’re amazing. You’re beautiful. I absolutely mean it. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

  Something in my tone must pacify her, because she relaxes back against the pillows with a sigh. Her legs open a little more and my gaze is drawn to the glistening folds. Reaching out, I tease the slit with one finger. Not entering her, just rubbing the outside and spreading around the moisture that’s escaped. She sighs and her legs fall completely open. She’s watching my finger play over her.

  Turning my finger, I enter her slowly and curl the end as I reach my knuckle. She moans and thrusts against my finger. I look away from my finger sheathed in her perfect pussy and see her also watching while she chews on her bottom lip.

  That’s all it takes. Leaning down, I breathe across her mound while my finger continues to stroke her. She feels like velvet and her muscles are pulling at me. The first flick of my tongue against her nub causes her to jerk off up off of the bed.

  Once the taste of her honeyed sweetness hits my tongue, I come unglued. It’s like ambrosia. I can’t get enough. I’m lapping and sucking on her clit while her pussy pulls at my finger and she mewls and thrashes and grinds into my face. I add a second finger and pump them harder as I lick and suck at her like she’s my last meal.

  She’s so close, I can feel her pulling at me and her passion-fueled moans are causing an answering response in my groin. I have a feeling when she releases, I’m going to blow, too.

  Oral sex has never been something I had to do. I could take it or leave it, but with Clove, it’s an out of body experience, and I never want to leave from between her legs.

  Her breath hitches and she moans out, “Oh God, Liam. Ohhhhhh. I’m so close. Ohhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhh.” As she cums, she groans out my name and I have to press myself against the mattress as I swallow all of her juices. I shoot my load all over the front of my pants.

  She’s still shaking as I look down at my pants and see the huge wet spot and start to chuckle. I haven’t done that in over ten years.

  I can’t help chuckling at myself as she comes down from her orgasm.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Clove

  He’s laughing. I just had the most explosive orgasm of my life and he’s laughing?! Did I do something wrong?

  Shit, I sucked…

  Of course you sucked, Clove. YOU didn’t DO anything! He did everything and you just laid there moaning and screaming and cutting off his air supply…

  Oh my God. I’m so embarrassed.

  Looking at him as he chuckles, I try to shift away from his body. I just need to cover myself. I want to curl up and hide!

  As I’m rolling away, and reaching for the sheet, he stops me and says through his laughter, “Oh, no you don’t. Where do you think you’re going?”

  I chance a glance at him and see his face is flushed and his blue eyes are twinkling.

  I manage to stutter out, “I- I’m going to go to the bathroom… I need to um, I need to get ready for my day.” I can’t maintain eye contact, so I hastily look away. He says my name in a confused voice, “Clove?”

  I manage to get out of the bed and grab a shirt that’s on the chair near Liam’s bed. I have to cover my nakedness. My top slides down, hiding my breasts, but I have nothing to cover my naked ass other than Liam’s shirt.

  He’s now sitting up in his bed and looking at me with an uneasy expression on his face. He goes to get up and I hold my hands out to stop him. He looks completely perplexed. “What’s wrong, Clove? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you. It was too soon. I’m sorry.”

  Um, WHAT?! He’s apologizing to ME? What the hell is he talking about? I just came completely unglued under his hands and mouth and embarrassed the shit out of myself and he’s apologizing to me?!

  Shuffling from foot to foot, I look up at him. His face is tight. Shaking my head, I ask, “Why are you apologizing to me? I’m the one who flashed you and then told you to touch me. I basically begged you.” Laughing harshly, I continue, “And then I took and gave nothing in return, I’m so sorry.”

  He’s taken aback. He opens his mouth to speak and then closes it. Then he shakes his head and chuckles before he gets up and walks over to me with his hands out in front of him. “What
? I’m sorry, but I am so lost in this conversation. Why are you so spooked, Clove?” He reaches out and cups my shoulders with his large hands. Shivers run down my spine as he runs his hands down the silky white fabric of his shirt and it caresses my skin.

  Looking away from him and over his shoulder, I manage to whisper, “I- we- you just… we just… well I did. But, you didn’t… And now you’re laughing at me.”

  He’s silent, so I chance a glance at him. He’s staring at me in shock and his mouth is hanging open. He shakes his head before throwing it back. He laughs. I’m looking at him like he’s lost his mind.

  After a few minutes, he composes himself and looks at me with a sweet smile. “I’m not laughing at you.” Leaning down, he kisses the tip of my nose.

  Ok?!

  He chuckles. “I’m not laughing at you, Clove. I’m laughing at me. I enjoyed myself quite a bit.” He licks his lips and my face burns up. He winks. “I’m laughing because I was so turned on at the sight and sounds of your pleasure that I completely embarrassed myself.”

  I look at him in question. “What? What do you mean?”

  He points down with a smirk. My eyes find his crotch. They widen. “Oh.” Then realizing what I’m seeing, I squeak out, “Ohhhhh.”

  He laughs again. “Yeah. I’m the one who should be embarrassed. I’m a grown man and I just blew my load in my own pants from tasting you and giving you pleasure, Clove.” Leaning down, he kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips. “That was probably the single hottest moment of my life.”

  I glance up at him in shock. His face is clear and he’s looking at me earnestly. I smile in relief. Oh. Oh wow. Liam just came from pleasuring me. Is he for real?!

  He chuckles and says, “Give me a minute, I need to” he gestures to his pants, “take care of this.”

  I nod and he walks into his bathroom. I hear the sink turn on and I sit on the bed since my knees are threatening to give out. I just got intimate with Liam. Or he got intimate with me. I didn’t do anything. Holy shit! He’s a dream. That was better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I never knew oral sex could be so… fantastic.