Alluring Attraction: Book 1 of Illicit Illusions Series

by A. F. Zoelle

  When Hunter reached down to firmly grope Cesare’s ass to bring their bodies closer together, his actions earned him a low moan of pleasure. Cesare was already hard and ready to go, but he was surprised to find that Hunter’s body wasn’t responding yet. Slipping his hand under Hunter’s robe, Cesare’s stroked the flaccid member while teasing, “Did I wear you out earlier?”

  “It’s been a long night,” Hunter defended himself with an unconcerned shrug, although he knew that was only half of it. The other part had to do with the fact that he could hear Christophe shifting in the chair, could feel the revulsion from having his adoptive father watching them.

  Still working Hunter’s cock in the hopes of encouraging it back to hardness, Cesare asked, “What do I have to do to get you to pound me into that mattress?”

  Unable to resist the urge, Hunter leaned down and once again trailed his tongue along Cesare’s neck, moaning at the man’s taste. It was enough to get his cock to stir in Cesare’s hand, finally starting to respond to the handsome man. He wanted to lose himself in Cesare, wanted to find a way to forget about the fact that Christophe was watching them. Taking a condom out of his robe pocket, Hunter asked, “Are you prepared for that?”

  “Slicked and ready,” Cesare informed him, having been prepared for his interview to go any number of ways.

  “Get on the bed,” Hunter ordered, slipping out of his robe once more. He did his best to ignore the fact that Christophe’s eyes were roaming over his naked body, deriving pleasure from the sight.

  Once again, Cesare did a sensual striptease, working each piece of clothing off to reveal a little more of him at a time. Hunter jerked off to the sight, his member rapidly hardening with each inch of Cesare that was bared. He swallowed hard when Cesare got on the bed, lying down on his back and spreading his legs wide, welcoming Hunter to come closer.

  Hunter hesitated for a moment before he got on the bed, crawling his way over Cesare’s body to pin him in place beneath him, casting the condom aside on the sheets for later. He didn’t resist when Cesare reached up to pull him closer for another teasing kiss, loving the feel of their bodies rubbing against each other as they moved in a mimicry of what was about to happen. As long as Hunter focused on the taste and feel of Cesare, he knew he could get through the experience.

  Not having had the chance before, Hunter took the opportunity to explore the beautifully defined muscles of Cesare’s impressive physique. The man had the chiseled body of a model, once again making Hunter wonder why someone as good looking and skilled as Cesare would waste his time working in a brothel. It didn’t make sense to Hunter, when Cesare could surely get any man or woman he wanted. Now wasn’t the time to ask such questions, though. Everyone who worked at Cole Corporation had their reasons that had brought them there.

  The longer Hunter explored Cesare’s stunning body, the harder he grew. The taste of Cesare was downright addicting, plus his breathy moans were a sinful symphony that made Hunter want to move on from foreplay. Hunter kept expecting there to be a catch for being with someone as gorgeous as Cesare, but he was determined to enjoy the experience as much as he could.

  Cesare’s whole body was trembling with desire from the skillful way Hunter was teasing him into a frenzy. It felt amazing, but it was driving Cesare to desperation for something more substantial than the tantalizing touches and kisses that were torturing him with the promise of what was to come next. Cesare arched up to bring their bodies in contact once more, moaning at the feeling of their erections brushing against each other.

  Christophe was enjoying the show, but he was eager to see more. He coldly ordered, “Show him how sinfully divine that mouth of yours is.”

  Hunter bristled at the command, having fully intended to do so at his own pace. Knowing better than to disobey an order—especially one he wanted to obey for once—Hunter shifted further down on the large bed to get into a better position. Wanting to build up the pleasure for Cesare, Hunter started by taking one of his balls into his mouth, sucking on it in a way that had the Italian scrambling for something to hold on to. He continued toying with it before switching his attention to the other one, his ego rumbling at the fact that Cesare had to tightly hold the base of his cock, as if to restrain himself from climaxing too soon.

  Satisfied that he had Cesare’s attention, Hunter’s competitive nature took full control. He moved away Cesare’s hand, replacing it with his own as he caressed the stiff length. The pre-cum was dripping from the head, which Hunter spread with his thumb. Cesare’s hips jerked at the action, causing Hunter to feel smug as he realized how much control he had in that moment.

  “Somebody’s eager,” Hunter murmured, still teasing the erection with a slow pump of his fist.

  “Damn right I am,” Cesare shamelessly groaned, thrusting into Hunter’s hand.

  Smirking at the reaction, Hunter lowered himself closer, just as eager as Cesare was for what was about to happen. He opened his mouth to take in Cesare’s sizable cock, hollowing his cheeks as he started working it. Cesare’s hands clawed at the sheets as he arched up into the pleasure. Hunter derived great satisfaction from watching Cesare lose his composure, every bob of his head causing the gorgeous man to get noisier.

  “Oh, fuck,” Cesare swore with a prolonged moan, getting off on watching Hunter between his legs, giving him pleasure unlike any he had felt before. Cesare knew he was good at giving head, but Hunter was a completely different level of mastery, with the way he was sucking him off so expertly.

  Hunter moaned around the length in his mouth, holding Cesare’s hips down to keep him from thrusting too deep. He could feel Cesare tensing up, so he slid his fingers into him, causing the man to cry out at the sudden intrusion. As Cesare had promised, he was slick with lube and clearly ready for the next part of the interview.

  When Hunter sucked hard, while simultaneously brushing against that bundle of nerves, Cesare came hard with a cry. Hunter swallowed the release before he pulled off the spent member, withdrawing his fingers at the same time. He looked down at Cesare, pleased with the slightly dazed and awed expression on his face.

  “Can you handle more, Cesare?” Hunter taunted, his ego purring at how blissed out the Italian was from the pleasures his mouth had to offer.

  Reaching down and running his fingers over his entrance, Cesare groaned, “Hurry up and fuck me, Dragon.”

  It was a sight that filled Hunter with immense satisfaction, but he was stunned when Christophe interrupted, “Call him Hunter.” Hunter couldn’t keep the look of shock off his face, causing Christophe to chuckle in dark amusement. “If you’re calling him by his real name, it’s only fair he gets to call you by yours, boy.”

  Cesare guided Hunter up for a kiss, before he sensually murmured, “Make me your prey, Hunter.”

  The sensuous rumble of Cesare saying those words sent a shudder of complicated lust through Hunter. It was arousing, but hearing his real name brought a level of intimacy to the experience that was deeply uncomfortable for Hunter. He knew that was the reason Christophe had issued the command, but he was determined not to react any more than he already had. Despite his intentions, it was too unnerving being face to face with Cesare when he was free to use Hunter’s real name. Needing some kind of distance, Hunter told him, “Turn over.”

  “Yes, sir,” Cesare playfully replied, forcing his satiated body to obey the command.

  Without Cesare’s golden hazel eyes on him, it was a little easier for Hunter to breathe. Reaching over to where he had tossed the condom packet aside earlier, Hunter opened it, stalling for time as he slowly applied it over his hard length. He was keenly aware of Christophe’s eyes on him, knowing that his adoptive father was waiting for some kind of reaction from him, but Hunter refused to play into his hand. Instead, Hunter focused on Cesare, who was waiting on his hands and knees.

  Rubbing his sheathed cock between Cesare’s cheeks, Hunter was determined to lose himself in the experience. Cesare tempted him further by thrusting back ag
ainst him with a needy whimper, begging, “Please, Hunter, I fucking want you.”

  Once again, hearing his real name caused Hunter a moment of pause, but he forced himself to continue. Wanting to draw out the pleasure for Cesare, Hunter slowly slid into him, not stopping until their bodies were flush against each other. He was pleased with the way Cesare pushed back hard against him, trying to take him deeper. Hunter drove Cesare to madness, toying with his body at such a teasing pace.

  Hunter’s hips ceaselessly rocked against Cesare, his hands caressing his skin to heighten his pleasure. It felt so good to be buried inside of Cesare’s tight heat that Hunter started to forget himself as they picked up speed. Cesare was incredibly responsive to his every move, which Hunter was immensely enjoying. The moans he was eliciting from Cesare were delicious, and Hunter couldn’t stop himself from becoming more vocal as he drove his hips hard enough to force the man under him forward to brace on his arms.

  The sound of a zipper slowly being pulled down caused Hunter to falter in his rhythm, knowing that it was Christophe getting ready to pleasure himself to what he was witnessing. It was revolting, but Hunter couldn’t allow himself to think about it. Needing a distraction, he reached down and tangled his fingers in Cesare’s lush hair, before using his grip to roughly yank the man back, bringing their bodies colliding together.

  Cesare cried out at the sudden change in position, not minding the sharp pain that only enhanced his pleasure. Grinding his hips against Hunter, Cesare gasped, “Oh, fuck, yes!”

  Using his hold to slightly tilt Cesare’s head, Hunter licked up the curve of his neck, once again moaning at the exquisite flavor that had him thrusting harder into the willing body under him. Sucking on the shell of his captive’s ear before using his teeth to lightly tug on it, he was rewarded with a sharp cry as Cesare drove his hips back hard against Hunter. Hunter’s voice was dark with pleasure as he questioned, “So you like it a little rough, hmm?”

  “Yes,” Cesare hissed, desperately jerking himself off, already hard again from the harsher treatment.

  “Good to know,” Hunter replied with a smug laugh before roughly shoving Cesare back onto the bed. Holding on to Cesare’s hips, Hunter started pounding into him, earning him the most delightful shouts of pleasure. When he felt like Cesare was getting too complacent beneath him, he slapped his ass hard, loving the way it made the man cry out in ecstasy. It felt good to have an outlet for his aggression after being subjected to Christophe’s cruelty, so Hunter took full advantage of it.

  When Cesare started working his cock again, Hunter knocked his hand away. He leaned forward, pressing their bodies closer together as he questioned in a sensual rumble, “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

  “Fucking punish me,” Cesare shamelessly begged, close to orgasming from the experience. When Hunter pulled out of Cesare, it caused the Italian to cry out in protest. “Not like that, damn it!”

  Chuckling at the reaction, Hunter slowly touched Cesare’s aching erection, before gripping it hard enough to make him shout. “I should punish you by not letting you finish,” Hunter told him, darkly amused by the desperate way Cesare’s hips were moving.

  “I’ll do anything you want, so please—” Cesare pleaded, interrupting himself with a strangled whimper when Hunter moved his hand away.

  “Anything?” Hunter repeated, the single word dripping with sexual potential for exploitation. When he received an emphatic moan in response, Hunter’s lips curled up into a smug expression. “On your back.”

  Cesare obeyed without question, even as his whole body trembled from being stopped so close to finding release.

  Canting Cesare’s hips, Hunter plunged back into him without warning, earning another loud shout followed by several obscenities. Hunter mercilessly resumed his previous pace, thrusting into Cesare hard and fast, loving the way it caused the man under him to undulate with overwhelming pleasure.

  “Your punishment is you can’t come until I do,” Hunter decided, knowing it wasn’t going to take much more before he reached his end.

  “And if I come first?” Cesare breathlessly questioned, arching up with another cry when Hunter hit deep inside of him.

  “I’ll never fuck you again,” Hunter answered with a look that was so devastatingly sexy, Cesare had to once again hold his dick in a tight grip to stave off his rapidly approaching release.

  Cesare aggressively growled in a way that cut straight through to the core of Hunter. He swore, “Fuck, you play dirty.”

  Hunter merely laughed, before he refocused on pushing them both to their limits. Cesare’s body yielded to Hunter’s, responding no matter how rough they got. Seeing Cesare spread so beautifully beneath him, calling out to him in a lusty voice, was a sight Hunter knew he wouldn’t soon forget.

  Cesare knew he had to be with Hunter again no matter what, but he was almost at his breaking point. Desperately thinking of anything he could do to push Hunter into orgasming first so he could finally find relief, Cesare finally had an idea. He reached up to guide Hunter closer, forcing the pace to slow down a bit. Cesare then nuzzled against Hunter’s neck before murmuring in Italian, “Let me feel you come deep inside of me, so next time I can show you pleasures you’ve never known before, Hunter.”

  Unbeknownst to Cesare, Hunter was fluent in Italian, because his mother was originally from Florence. He heard the message loud and clear, so it had the desired effect of making Hunter push in deep as he came hard, shamelessly moaning Cesare’s name.

  “Just wait until next time, Hunter,” Cesare promised in Italian, before he tugged on his cock twice, which was all he needed before his climax overtook him, his whole body arching with pleasure as he shot his load all over his hand and stomach. “I’m going to have you screaming my name then.”

  Hunter shuddered at Cesare’s sexy vow, eager to find out what the Italian had in store for him. When Hunter pulled out, Cesare groaned in complaint before he roughly pulled the man above him down for a passionate kiss. With the smell of sex mixing with Cesare’s cologne, Hunter felt almost high as he drowned in the man who was still bringing him so much pleasure. He shuddered at the way Cesare whispered his forbidden name “Hunter” over and over again in between kisses, shivered at the way the Italian’s beautifully long fingers caressed his body.

  It wasn’t until Hunter heard a disgusting grunt behind him that he was brought back to reality. Hearing Christophe wiping himself clean with a handkerchief made Hunter feel like he was going to be sick.

  Sensing Hunter’s reaction, Cesare tried to make it better by teasing in a soft whisper, “I bet you’re never going to forget me now.”

  The corner of Hunter’s mouth turned up in a slight smile despite his revulsion over Christophe pleasuring himself to the sight of them. He murmured, “You’ve certainly made an impression.”

  “I’d put up with damn near anything to be with you again,” Cesare moaned, switching back to Italian. “Even that fucking creep.”

  Hunter was stunned by Cesare saying he would be willing to put up with Christophe if it meant they could be together again. It left him with a weird feeling he didn’t know how to process, so it was easier to simply ignore it.

  Clearing his throat as he stood up to rearrange himself, Christophe announced, “I’ve seen enough to make my decision.”

  Propping himself up on his elbows so he could meet Christophe’s gaze, Cesare confidently asked, “So when do I start?”

  “Tomorrow night,” Christophe answered. “Clean yourself up and we’ll discuss the terms of your employment.”

  Recognizing the dismissal, Hunter got off the bed, tossing the used condom on the sheets for the staff to take care of after they left. He picked his robe off the floor and slid it on, feeling better for having it tied around him to shield his body from Christophe’s view. As he started to walk out of the room, Christophe’s hand on his waist stopped Hunter in his tracks.

  Hunter carefully schooled his face to remain expressionless, hold
ing back a flinch when Christophe’s large hand stroked his cheek in an almost loving manner.

  Christophe studied his adopted son for a long moment before he praised him, “You have pleased me very much tonight, boy. I’ve clearly trained you well.”

  Hunter felt like throwing up at the reminder of the training he had endured in that very room, but he remained motionless, trying to ignore the fact he was being touched by the same hand Christophe had just used to pleasure himself with.

  “I will allow you to see him tomorrow,” Christophe stated, in reference to Hunter’s younger brother, Grayson.

  “Thank you,” Hunter softly replied, hating that he had to feel grateful to the man who kept him trapped at Cole Corporation.

  “Go clean up and get some rest,” Christophe told him, stepping aside to let Hunter pass. “We’ll talk later.”

  “Yes, Father,” Hunter flatly stated, slowly walking away, instead of running far away like he wished he could. He had a momentary concern for leaving Cesare alone with a man as dangerous as Christophe, but Hunter knew there was nothing he could do. Cesare had made his choice to deal with the devil, so he would have to face those consequences himself.

  Not sparing a look back, Hunter left Christophe’s office, grateful he could finally retreat to the sanctuary of his private rooms, where Ishi was waiting to help take care of him.

  Ryder had resolved to ignore the memories from Friday night, but staring at his industrial psychology professor’s desk Monday morning, he was finding that a decidedly difficult task. He swore he could feel Hunter’s gaze on him, but Ryder tried to focus on anything other than the fantasies that were all too quick to come to mind.