Sea of Seduction: A Single Dad Sports Romance

by Jennifer Evans

  I hadn’t started out thinking about the possibility of loving Dominick the first time we met. I’d been on a mission to seduce, but now I felt myself falling under his spell.

  I hugged myself as I thought of his sculpted body, his masculinity, his sexy Latin accent, and the way his gaze took hungry tours of my body, undressing me with his eyes. I thought of the raw, carnal need that simmered just below the surface.

  But there was more to Dominick than sex. How could he have been in La Fortuna for a year and not had a partner that whole time? Would I be the first? The thought made me giddy.

  * * *

  The following afternoon, as I readied myself for our date—at least I wished it were a date—I took extra care with my appearance. I lit candles and treated myself to a long bath with algae body scrub, and as I soaked, my body grew relaxed and warm in the tub, my limbs loose. I lifted one leg and slowly, sensuously shaved first one leg, then the other. I sat on the edge of the bathtub, spread my legs and carefully shaved my pussy until it gleamed smooth under the glow of candlelight. I rubbed my clit softly until it grew under my touch, my head leaning back. I didn’t allow myself to reach orgasm. It would’ve been easy enough as I fantasized about Dominick. No. I needed to feel the flesh and blood presence of Dominick as the need grew between my legs that night.

  Would he make a move?

  Would I?

  After our lunch date, I had teased Rhys mercilessly about the bet because that’s what we did. But I had already decided that if Dominick did make a move on me—if we had sex as the wager demanded—I wouldn’t take the winnings. Dominick was a good man and father to Lola. If he wanted something more than readings and working on the drink formula, well, I was hopeful because I couldn’t wait to get to know him better. Who knows? Maybe even become his girlfriend. He never needed to know how I’d come into his life.

  I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror and pushed my full breasts together, then pinched my rosy nipples. My long black hair hung over my shoulders, and I gave a sexy smile.

  As an adult, I had done everything possible to forget that awkward little girl who my mother had felt compelled to legally name “Cordelia.” Didn’t grown-ups understand how important names could be? Didn’t they know how cruel kids were? I had been mercilessly teased for years about my name, my skinny frame and my shyness.

  I hauled myself out of the bath, dried off and changed into a low-cut spaghetti strap sundress and topped it off with a light sweater. The evening was warmer than usual, a good thing for our ocean-side “card reading.”

  I applied a light layer of foundation, just enough to make me look like I’d been in the sun, applied lip gloss, mussed my hair and finished off my look with a pair of silver hoop earrings. As a final touch, I pulled my breasts up so that my cleavage looked fuller than usual.

  My heart already beat harder as I thought of being alone with Dominick during a session that sounded suspiciously date-like to me.

  Victor Jose went into a yapping frenzy when the doorbell rang, and my heart beat wildly. Calm down, Coco. I raced Victor to the door, took a deep breath, counted to five and reached for the doorknob, but my hands shook so badly that I could barely turn the knob.

  When I opened the door, there stood my sexy Brazilian with a bouquet of homegrown roses. He wore a pair of form fitting jeans—tight enough that I couldn’t help but check out the outline of his cock—and a tightly muscled T-shirt. His dark hair looked like he’d just come out of the ocean, a few stray locks falling over his eyes.

  When he saw Victor Jose dancing and jumping, he smiled broadly. “Hey! Who’s this?” He crouched down as the pup placed tiny paws on Dominick’s thighs and covered his face with kisses.

  “Victor, stop! Where are your manners?”

  Dominick laughed and pet the dog. “He’s fun.” He turned his head sideways. “Victor? Such a formal name.”

  “It’s actually Victor Jose.” I blushed. “It sounds Mexican, and after all, he’s a Chihuahua, and he’s from Mexico and …” I stopped myself before I went into babble mode.

  Dominick stroked Victor’s fur, and the puppy immediately lay on his back, exposing his belly for more.

  “He likes you.”

  He scratched the pup’s stomach. “I like him too.” He slowly stood up and handed me the flowers. “Somebody told me you like roses.”

  I stared into his deviously playful green eyes, and my hand flew to my mouth. This really was an official date. My heart swelled with happiness. “Thank you.” I accepted, held them to my nose and inhaled deeply. “Come on in for a sec while I put these in water.”

  He followed Victor Jose and me into our home and let out a low whistle. “Nice view.”

  I arranged the flowers in a vase, and we walked onto the deck to check out the ocean. “I can’t imagine living anywhere else. No matter how bad my day is I always get to come home to this.”

  Dominick stood close to me, and I was hyper aware of everything about him. I stole a sideways glance at his muscular arms leaning over the railing, the way the T-shirt hugged his broad chest, the way his athletic frame towered over mine. I inhaled his masculine scent wishing he would kiss me.

  He clapped his hands together. “Well, let’s get going, the angels await.”

  I gave Victor Jose a final pet and kiss before we left.

  Dominick settled me into his ancient Chevy truck, and we were off. We drove up the hill and through windy roads for a few minutes until we reached a secluded bluff and Dominick backed the truck into a spot that overlooked the ocean.

  He rammed the truck into park, jogged around to the passenger side and opened the door with a bow. “After you.”

  I got out of the truck and we stood close to the edge of the cliff, the sea crashing below. “I love coming up here when I have to think.” He spread his arms wide. “I’ve spent my whole life at the beach, and I suppose you could say it’s my church.” He touched my arm. “I’ve got all my equipment back here.” He jerked a thumb toward the bed of the truck. “Want to help?”

  We set to work. As he pulled out his “equipment” my heart beat faster. “Hey, who said a card reading included a picnic basket?”

  He laughed as he set the basket on the tailgate. “Angels get hungry you know.” He laid out a thick blanket in the bed of the truck. He reached into a bag and pulled out several candles of various sizes. “Candlelight helps draw in the spirits.” He lit the candles and the evening flickered to life with romance. The last item he removed from the bag was his tarot cards. Those he set on the very corner of the bed.

  “If I didn’t know better, you know what I’d say?”

  He looked at me, his gaze resting on my full breasts, then traveling back to my face. “What?”

  “I’d say this looks suspiciously like a date.”

  “Do you want it to be?”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Coco

  We stared at each other. The sun was just getting ready to set, the stars already aglow in the expanse of the sky above. The ocean waves crashed on the shore below, and I suddenly became aware of Dominick’s breath, slow and steady, in and out, his muscular chest heaving. The look in his eyes was raw, needy and hotter than hell.

  He reached down and stroked my face with his slightly calloused hand. “You’re so beautiful.” Then, he reached around and placed his hand firmly on the back of my neck and pulled me up hard into his kiss.

  I sank into his strong arms, as my knees buckled, my legs wobbly. His hand on the back of my neck became less of a grip and more of a gentle caress, his thumb moving slowly across the sensitive skin of my neck. I reached up and ran my hands through his tangle of dark hair, my fingers curling into his locks, pulling his mouth toward mine. He tasted delicious, like seawater. He pulled gently on my hair, his hand tightening on the back of my head.

  I pressed my breasts into his chest and felt the thrumming of his heart. My juices dripped against my panties as his hands roamed down my back and he cupp
ed my ass roughly. He broke our kiss and whispered in my ear. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to feel your sexy ass? How long I’ve wanted to kiss you?”

  I moaned with pleasure as he lifted my dress above my panties and I drew one leg close to his crotch. I felt his dick and gasped. It felt hot and big. His cock throbbed, and another gush of love juice leaked out of my pussy. God, I wanted him.

  He kissed me again, teasing my tongue with his as I ground into him. My clit hit his hard-on and swelled in anticipation. I touched his strong back with one hand and reached down to feel his hardness with the other. “Oh, Dominick, I want you.”

  His hand found the top of my panties and his fingers traveled inside, gripping my ass, then working their way to my slit. “You’re soaking wet, baby.” He whispered in my ear again. “I want to taste your pussy.”

  I gazed up at Dominick as the sun began its slow descent over the ocean and nodded. He lifted me up onto the bed of the truck and pulled my panties down and threw them aside. “Spread your legs. I want to see that sweet pussy.”

  I had lost any inhibition I may have had. The whole thing was so wildly primal, making love in the wilderness, the ocean beating a steady rhythm as the waves pummeled the shore, the refreshing air hitting my most private parts. I spread my legs wide. “Spread the lips open. I want to look at you.” The way Dominick ordered me around was a huge turn on. I bent my knees and spread my pussy open wide. His gaze took a greedy tour of my cunt, a slight smile on his lips. “Look at you. You’re so hot.” He scratched the stubble on his chin. “You shaved. I see your clit swelling already.”

  His thumb swiped lightly against my growing bud, and I moaned. “Lick it. Please, lick it. I want to feel your mouth on me.” I arched my back and spread my lips open wider. A gush of love juice trickled out onto the blanket.

  He reached up and yanked the top of my dress down. “Not wearing a bra. Look at those sexy tits.” My nipples stood erect in the early evening air as he leaned down and softly bit one nipple. I let out a yelp. “Touch yourself. Pinch your nipples.”

  Dominick squeezed my breasts together as I tweaked my swollen nipples, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure into my pelvis. He smiled and ran his fingers from my clit to my wet hole, back and forth. He tested my wetness with one finger, and my pussy closed around his finger tightly. I pressed into his hand. “Please, Dominick. I need you.” I had never felt this kind of overwhelming desire for any man before. My body begged for release, and I arched my back again, grinding against his hand.

  I stared at Dominick, his body silhouetted against the sky. He was so gorgeous it should’ve been illegal. His muscles rippled with every movement, his waist toned, his arms powerful. His green eyes burned with desire. “You want it? I’m going to suck your pussy and make you come, baby.”

  He slid down until his face was right in front of my throbbing pussy and I pushed into him. He spread my legs wider and paused, taking a deep breath of my female musk. I tried to even out my breathing as his mouth touched me for the first time, going straight to my clit. I gasped as the sensation overtook me. His tongue was hot, firm yet soft as it worked over my most sensitive spot. Every sensory receptor came awake with pleasure. The pressure built inside me as he put his whole mouth on me, covering me with his hot, wet tongue. I ground into him as every sensation in my body converged on the one area: my aching pussy and Dominick’s hot mouth.

  The world shrunk down. It was just Dominick, the ocean, the sky and me. The pressure built as he expertly worked his tongue from my dripping hole to my swollen clit and back again. I wrapped my legs tightly around his neck and wound my fingers through his hair as he worked his magic. My body trembled as the intensity of sensation grew. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to come.” I tilted my pelvis up into his handsome face, grinding against him as his tongue continued its assault on my wet pussy. My orgasm came surprisingly fast.

  Dominick shoved two fingers into my slit, finding my g-spot and torturing me with a delicious swiping motion of his masculine fingers. He reached up and squeezed one of my nipples hard. The sensation was overwhelming as my body let loose with a powerful orgasm, a wave of intense pleasure, my clit growing and quivering in his mouth. My back arched as I dug my fingers into his scalp. “Oh, god, that’s good.” I screamed his name as I rode out one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. A gush of juice ran out of me onto his fingers, and he eagerly licked it up before returning to the tight knot of my clit. I grasped his head and pulled him into me as I jerked and spasmed, the contractions overtaking me as I exploded in orgasm. The intensity of the sensation was almost painful as I rode his face, my juice squirting in his mouth. I came long and hard, almost too long, my body shaking uncontrollably.

  Finally, the contractions eased, a mellow ending and I collapsed against the blanket, my eyes closed, my legs spread, my creamy pussy exposed, my body drained of energy as endorphins flooded through me.

  Dominick knelt next to me and unzipped his jeans. His cock popped out, and I saw Dominick’s gorgeous masterpiece for the first time. “Suck it.”

  The way he demanded I suck his cock was a downright turn on. I loved the way Dominick took wondrous, glorious control. His strength and command turned me the fuck on. My body and soul were on fire as I felt myself submit. I would’ve done anything Dominick craved.

  I snapped my body into a sitting position so that my legs curled around Dominick’s. He gazed down at me, his masculine hands gripping my head. “I need to feel your hot sexy mouth on my dick. Do you know what you do to me? Fuck, I need you.”

  I stared into his half-lidded green eyes, his black hair spilling over his face, then at his perfect cock. I held it between my hands and squeezed, savoring the way it pulsed under my touch. With one hand, I cupped his heavy balls, shaved, and stroked softly. He threw his head back and moaned. The head of his beautiful cock throbbed, and when I squeezed it again, a drop of pre-cum leaked out. I licked it up, tasting the divine saltiness of my gorgeous, Brazilian lover. I eased my mouth over his girth. It was almost too much to take and my mouth filled with saliva as I worked my tongue over every inch, sucking and licking, my hand jacking him off as I worked his length in and out. He gripped the back of my head roughly and drew me in, his pelvis gyrating, a slow sensuous fuck of my warm mouth. He groaned. “Ah, yeah. I love the way you suck me off.” Dominick’s balls grew hard and taut as I sucked and I thought he was going to come. I wanted to drink every drop of his delicious cum. “Oh Jesus, I’m going to come.”

  Without warning, he withdrew his cock and quickly stood at the bed of the truck. He pulled me toward him and spread my legs wide. “I need to fuck you. Now.” The look in his green eyes was pure carnal need and lust. He dug into his pocket and found a condom, ripping the foil open with his teeth. When Dominick eased into me, his girth was almost too much. My orgasm reawakened as he slowly fucked me.

  “Damn, I don’t want to come yet.” He held my legs open with one hand, and the other hand massaged my breasts. “Look at those sexy tits. You know how long I’ve wanted to see those tits and suck on them?” He leaned forward and as his dick moved slowly, deliciously, in and out of my dripping cunt, he sucked my nipple. His mouth was warm, his tongue insistent as he lapped, sucked and nipped. I arched my back, leaning into his mouth as the sensation overtook me.

  His hand reached down and found my clit. “There’s that swollen nub. I’m going to rub it until you come again.” His fingers began a tortuous assault on my swollen clit. It grew under his touch, the telltale sensation of another mind-blowing orgasm nearly cresting over into ecstasy. He rubbed faster. “Yeah, baby, I feel it swelling.” He gazed between my legs, and I spread them wider.

  The visual of Dominick’s hard cock working in and out of my dripping pussy and the sensation of him rubbing my clit just the way I liked it mixed with the sound of the ocean pounding the shore. I arched my back, my long hair spilling down, and pushed into his fingers and cock. I wanted him everywhere at once. I wanted him insi
de me; I wanted him to suck my pussy, I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. I would’ve let Dominick do anything he wanted to me at that moment.

  The sensation overtook me. “Oh, fuck. I’m coming.” I dug my fingers into his ass, my head thrown back, and jerked my clit up toward his pelvis and fingers. The orgasm was even stronger than before as my legs gripped his torso, my pussy convulsing, my heart beating wildly.

  I gazed at Dominick through half-lidded eyes. His face took on the look of a wild man, his eyes crazed, his chest heaving as his breath came fast. His hips pumped faster, furiously, quick fucks that extended my orgasm, my pussy clenching around his thick swollen dick. “Flip over. I want to come while I fuck you from behind.”

  Dominick withdrew his cock, and I instantly got on my knees. He spread my butt cheeks open, and I felt his hot tongue on the tight pucker of my ass. A gush of love juice dripped out of my pussy as I tilted my ass higher up in the air, begging for more sensation. “You’re so fucking hot.” His fingers worked their way into my soaking wet pussy as his thumb rubbed my asshole. I whimpered for him to fuck me. “You want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you hard baby.”

  He gripped my ass, slid his engorged cock into me, and I gasped. When Dominick fucked me doggie-style, he felt huge, his size nearly overpowering. My juicy pussy reached up to greet his every thrust. Damn, he felt so good, so overwhelmingly wonderful. He quickened his thrusts burying his cock deep inside me, hitting my g-spot. Was it possible for me to feel this much pleasure? As he moved faster, I contracted around his cock, swells of pleasure growing. He spanked my ass, and the sensation was so unexpected, that I came immediately. “You like that, don’t you?” I’d never had a lover like Dominick. I did love the way he slapped me. I loved his dominance, his authority. Dominick was quickly becoming my drug. “You want me to fuck you harder?” I whimpered a yes. “Holy fuck, I love your hot little pussy.” He stroked a few more times, and his voice quickened. “I’m about to come.” And then Dominick emptied his load inside me with hot squirts. “Fuck!”