SeductiveIntent

by Angela Claire

  She wasn’t waxed clean like a lot of the girls he slept with and he liked the natural, clipped look of her dark bush. Her hands were in his hair as he crouched down in front of her. “You said you’ve had guys kiss you. Ever here?”

  Her eyes were closed, maybe because the lights were on, so he demonstrated the point, setting his mouth lightly to her clit. She jumped and glancing up, he saw she had opened her eyes, startled. He grinned. “I’m going to take that for a no.” Setting his hands on the inside of her thighs, he opened them farther and then set to his task. She didn’t object as he kissed her clit lightly. The taste of her, combined with the salt of the ocean, was a unique flavor and he relished it, bringing one hand to trail along her seam as she got wetter and wetter with his kisses. He thrust a finger inside to work her, concentrating still on her clit, such a pretty rosy pink as he licked and kissed. The light in here, soft, mellow, but bright enough for him to see her spread out in all her glory, was perfect. Her hands gripped tufts of his hair, tugging wildly as he began to suck her clit. Just as he felt her about to come, he pulled back teasingly. “Hey, I’d rather not be bald in the morning.”

  Panting, she opened her eyes, glassy with her desire. “What?”

  He kissed the inside of one thigh, still finger-fucking her lightly.

  “Did you like that, Sophia, or were you trying to pull my hair out by the roots just for fun?”

  Her hands immediately relinquished the strands of his hair. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”

  Regretting his teasing, he leaned up to kiss one heaving breast before his lips travelled down her taut stomach again toward the hood peeping out of her curls. “I’m just kidding, honey. I love the feel of you touching me, anywhere.” She gripped his shoulders as he dipped his head in earnest between her legs, working her with his lips, adding one more finger to her pussy and pulling her hips closer till she was in danger of sliding off the counter.

  Her fingers clenched at his shoulders as she orgasmed against his mouth, her head dropping forward, wet curls covering them both.

  So very nice.

  “My turn,” he whispered.

  Brendan stood, kissing his way up along her body as he did so, and she felt his hard penis pulsing against her inner thigh by the time he got to her mouth. When he kissed her, she knew the faint taste on his lips was her and she found it unbearably erotic. Her hand wandered around to his tight bottom and she tried to urge him forward, inside her, where she wanted him, but he pulled away from the kiss, resisting it.

  “No, not yet, honey. I need a condom.”

  “Oh.” Bizarre as it was, she was disappointed that he could keep his head when he hadn’t even come yet while she was mindless with desire for him when she just had. Of course this was nothing new for him, whereas for her it was a brave new world.

  She suddenly wanted to make him lose his head, dangerously so.

  Opening her legs wider, she scooted closer until the head of his penis, hot and throbbing, was right at her wet entrance. His hands had come around to her hips and he halted her progress. “Come on. No further.”

  “Which is it?” she taunted. “Come on? Or no further?”

  “No farther,” he whispered.

  “Why not? You know I’ve never been with anyone else. What are you afraid of?” She punctuated her words with light, feathery kisses to his neck, his shoulder and she took one of his hands from her hip and brought it to her breast, squeezing with her hand over his. He let her, groaning, but still made no further move to slip his penis inside her.

  “It’s what you should be afraid of.” His voice sounded strained and he had his eyes closed as he fondled her breast.

  “If you’ve always used a condom, then you must be clean,” she argued, knowing she shouldn’t. Her hand fell away from his hand on her breast and took up residence on his very tight, very muscular bottom. It was wild, wicked to caress him there, and she did, exultant with his harsh breaths at her attentions, his slight jerks forward.

  “That’s a dangerous way to think, Sophia. How the hell would you know if a guy was telling you the truth about that?”

  “Aren’t you?”

  He squeezed her breast a little rougher and it felt so good. “A guy, any guy, would lie about that in a second to fuck you barebacked. It’s what they lie about.”

  With the hand that wasn’t fondling his ass, she grasped the back of his head and brought him into a deep kiss, thrusting her tongue without restraint far into his mouth, His hand convulsed on her breast and his penis below jumped so he was almost inside, whether he meant to be or not.

  She pulled back from the kiss to murmur against his lips, “But you’re not lying, are you, Brendan?”

  He opened his eyes. “The point, honey, is you wouldn’t know. And I’m not just talking about STDs. I know this is a stupid question to ask a girl who was a virgin until an hour or so ago, but you’re not on the pill, are you?”

  “Yes,” she said. “I am.”

  He laughed. “Now who’s lying?”

  “You could pull out before you come. If you go inside me without a condom, I mean.”

  “Tie me to the captain’s wheel,” he muttered.

  “I’m not a siren,” she murmured and he arched his eyebrow, one corner of his mouth lifting in apparent amusement that she had caught the Homeric reference. “I’m just a girl who for once you can be sure you don’t have to use a condom with. Pull out if it makes you feel better.”

  “This isn’t something you should be offering, Sophia.”

  “I know, but I am.”

  She wrapped her legs around the back of his strong thighs, relinquishing her caress of his bottom, and leaned slightly back on the counter. Scooting her own bottom even farther forward and tipping up toward him a little more, she watched where they were joined just the slightest little bit, the head of his cock nudging her opening. Guided by instinct, she rotated her hips slightly, and he sucked in a breath and surged into her. All the way into her. She didn’t know who was more surprised, her or him.

  “Christ,” he gasped, holding himself there as if savoring the heat of her.

  Hands on her hips, he anchored her to the counter as she lay back on her elbows. They were both panting, watching where they were joined, as he pulled out slowly just to shove in her again so forcefully that she arched into the incredible sensation. Then he was off, repeating the action, again and again, with more and more force and less and less control, wildly. The sensation of his hot, hard penis pounding away at her was incredible, as each thrust pushed her farther back, his hands pulling her forward, not letting her away as he fucked her.

  She wasn’t experienced enough to detect whether the sensation of him unsheathed inside her felt much different to her than it had with a condom. But what she could detect was that it felt much different to him. He was excited by it, wildly, uncontrolled to such an extent that she was afraid at the last second, just as she was coming, that he wouldn’t pull out. But suddenly he did, ejaculating right against her belly as he held her to him, spurting his semen against her, warm and sticky.

  Panting, she sat up, putting her arms around him and he shook his head. “I shouldn’t have done that. It’s not foolproof.”

  Not exactly what she wanted to hear from her lover at this particular moment. Waxing lyrical about being inside her, bare skin to bare skin, was more along the lines of what she’d been hoping to hear him say. But what had she expected? He was probably worried that she would trick him into something by getting pregnant. As well he should be, given who she was, even if he didn’t know it.

  “Don’t worry about it,” she said quietly. “Nothing will come of it. I promise.”

  He jerked his head up. “What the hell does that mean?”

  “Nothing, I was just trying to reassure you. Nothing.”

  “If anything does, promise me you’ll come to me.”

  “Sure, but—”

  “It would be my responsibility too. Promise me.” His t
one was hard and she nodded.

  “I promise.”

  “Good.” He reached for a dish cloth at the end of the counter and gently wiped the semen from her stomach.

  Before it was all gone, she put her index finger to the sticky substance and then brought it to her mouth, licking. “I want to see how it tastes,” she murmured as he watched, transfixed. He hurriedly wiped the rest off, flinging the towel to the floor and picking her up.

  She looped her arms around his neck as he took the stairs two at a time, acting as if her weight was nothing to him. When he lowered her to the bed this time, he flipped her over. “Come up on your knees,” he urged, his arms around her waist, and she obeyed, in thrall to this man and the pleasure he was giving her. She didn’t know what was normal and what wasn’t normal, but she was surprised he was ready for her again, so soon. Hard against her backside, he positioned her, tugging her back until she was at the edge of the bed, putting one hand to her shoulders to nudge her down even as he encouraged her to keep her bottom in the air, wedging her legs open with one knee.

  “Stay right there,” he muttered and she saw him over her shoulder going to the night stand for a condom. This time, she watched as he donned it—and even that, the process of rolling it out over his hard penis, was sexy to her.

  When he mounted her from behind, she realized she was ready for him too, closing her eyes, relishing the hard, relentless thrusts deep inside her as he brought one hand to her breast, fondling the over-sensitized flesh, his other hand moving to her clitoris, gently rubbing. “You have the most incredible tits,” he groaned, kissing the top of her back, and for once she reveled in the observation as she took him inside her, deep.

  “You have the most incredible…” She tried to reciprocate the compliment, but found herself shy at saying the word out loud.

  He laughed, thrusting in her slowly. “What? Smile?” He tweaked her nipple, just as he buried himself deep within her. “Was that what you were going to say?”

  He held himself still and she groaned, moving her own hips, trying to tempt him to move.

  “Or cock?” He pulled out and thrust in again. “Was that what you were going to say? Cock?” He punctuated his words with short, fast thrusts and she came again, his own climax coming a few thrusts later. When he pulled out this time, she collapsed on her back on the bed and after disposing of the condom, he did the same, gathering her in his arms.

  She propped her head up with her chin on his hard chest while he ran his fingers through her hair.

  “Don’t do that again, Sophia. What you did downstairs.”

  “What?” she said sleepily.

  “Don’t tempt me into forgetting myself and going inside you without a condom. Incredibly enough, you’ve proven you can do it, pretty handily too. So I’m asking you not to do it again.”

  “You’ve never done that? Gone into a woman without a condom on?”

  “No. Never. Not even when I was a teenager.”

  “Mmm.” She snuggled against him, observing, “So it’s a night of firsts for both of us.”

  He smiled faintly. “But don’t do it again.”

  “Make you forget yourself?”

  He nodded.

  “Why not? You’re making me forget myself.”

  He leaned down to kiss her lightly. “You don’t feel guilty or anything for sleeping with me, do you, Sophia?”

  “Why should I feel guilty? In this day and age.”

  “Exactly. So I don’t know what kind of ideas your father put into your head about sex, but what we did was natural, beautiful. There was nothing wrong with it.”

  Nestling into the crook of his arm, she said, “I think I gave you the wrong impression about my father. I said he was overbearing, but I didn’t mean over-protective or anything like that. He just…I mean, he did things…“

  “What are you trying to say, honey?” He asked it so sweetly she felt like crying. What was it about Brendan that made her want to tell him everything? Would he understand? Would he look kindly at her as he had when she had been disguised as a maid?

  “I’m saying I was a virgin, but he didn’t, I mean, he didn’t try to keep men from me or anything. Or tell me sex was wrong or anything. More like he…“

  “What honey? There’s nothing you could say right now that would change how I feel about you.”

  “He didn’t keep men from me. He kind of put me in their path. Rich men. For his business.”

  Brendan said nothing, just watching her.

  “I’d dress all sexy and he’d use me as, you know, bait, sort of. They’d kind of paw at me—”

  “Shit.”

  “I mean he didn’t force me to do it.”

  “No he just asked you to. What a bastard.” He gathered her closer.

  “I guess at least he didn’t need me to sleep with them.”

  He froze.

  “I’m sorry I even brought it up,” she said quickly. “I just didn’t want you to think I felt guilty about this.”

  “No, I’m glad you told me. It explains a lot.”

  She felt better after the admission. And it was the truth. Sort of.

  She snuggled closer.

  Sophia was breathing deeply against his chest. She looked so peaceful when she slept. Hell if he knew why he couldn’t seem to.

  Her confession had startled him, but he was glad she felt close enough to him to tell him it. Talk about shitty parents. Where the hell had her mother been during all this? But it did explain a lot. When she told him the truth about her father, he had wanted to murder the bastard. Good thing he was already dead, he supposed.

  The pull he was starting to feel toward this girl was unnerving him.

  He didn’t believe in love at first sight and he didn’t by any stretch of the imagination think he was in love with Sophia. Come on, get real. More like entranced with her body and the fact that she was a virgin. Not to mention, stunned from his first bareback ride ever.

  It was sex. It was always sex with him. It had to be.

  She snuggled closer.

  But he might not mind getting to know her a little better. He kissed the top of her head.

  If he could ever get her to tell him her last name of course.

  * * * * *

  Sam Kendon watched the front door to Brendan Beckett’s apartment open. Beckett was in the Caymans, as Mandrake had airily informed him—as if flitting off to the Caymans on a moment’s notice was an everyday occurrence for the hoi-polloi.

  So he knew it wasn’t Beckett. Mandrake was out on a hot date, which would end in an even hotter hook-up, he’d assured Sam. Mandrake didn’t stay overnight at the penthouse anyway. He was just there during the day.

  Whoever was opening Beckett’s door at this time of night had a key, which only confirmed that Beckett was careless with access to his apartment, as Sam had suspected. That it was a woman was no big surprise.

  Correction. A girl.

  That was a surprise. She looked a little young for Beckett, but at least she looked of age.

  The girl, blonde hair swung up into a messy ponytail, sported the usual uniform of her generation—jeans and a sweat shirt, some college logo on the front, and she carried a back pack. Head down, she dropped her pack on a chair, not noticing him at first. When she looked up and did, she startled, but regained herself quickly. “Hey. You’re not Brendan.”

  “No,” he said calmly.

  “Are you with Mandrake?”

  “No.”

  She shrugged. “Oh. Okay.” She looked around for a minute before she said, “So are you supposed to be here?”

  “Are you?”

  “I guess not. Brendan doesn’t really like us to drop in unannounced, but I knew he was away. And he did give us a key. Just in case.”

  “In case what?”

  “I don’t know. You know how he thinks.”

  “Not really.”

  Only then did this incautious girl have the grace to look a little cautious. She was after all al
one with a strange man. “Who are you if you don’t mind me asking?”

  “I don’t mind. Who are you?”

  “Mindy Beckett.”

  Ah ha. A sister. A foolish one still, though. “A word of advice, Miss Beckett. Don’t go around volunteering your last name to strange men. You’re part of a rich family. Somebody could take advantage of that in a way you wouldn’t like.”

  “I didn’t volunteer it. You asked me.”

  “You do everything you’re asked?”

  She glared at him now. “I thought you were cute when I first came in, but now you’re reminding me of Brendan.”

  “Another thing you’d be well advised not to do. Tell strange men you think they’re cute.”

  “Okay, just who the hell are you?”

  “What if I told you I broke into this apartment?”

  She didn’t look as scared as she should be at that question and in this circumstance, at least seeing it from her perspective. What was it about rich people, the girls especially, that made them think they were invincible?

  “Did you?” she demanded.

  “If I did, you wouldn’t be able to get back to that door or to your cell phone fast enough to stop me from doing whatever I wanted with you right now.” This girl needed some scared-straight therapy. A little side service he’d offer Beckett for free—giving his little sister some training in self-preservation.

  But the girl didn’t give an inch. “Are you threatening me?”

  Approaching her to take out some of the outrage out of that high-and-mighty tone and put a little fear of God into it seemed like the right thing to do.

  He walked right up to her, never breaking eye contact. “I’m pointing out that if I was threatening you, there’s nothing you could do about it.”

  She was a pretty little thing, all creamy skin and blue eyes—eyes that were staring daggers at him right now. Unfortunately, staring daggers didn’t cut it with an assailant. Better she learn that in a safe environment rather than one in which it was too late. He wasn’t really going to lay hands on her—Beckett undoubtedly wouldn’t appreciate that—but he was going to intimidate her to make a point. Up close now, he towered over her, giving her his best badass stare.