Naughty Temptations

Chapter One

Chapter One

Almost there. Just a little bit more.

Every muscle in Sirena Petra’s body stretched taut and she panted to draw much-needed oxygen into her burning lungs. Perspiration glistened on her skin as she writhed against black silk sheets, desperate to crest the plateau. Her need to orgasm had surpassed the crisis point and become painful agony.

Fumbling with the buttons beneath her fingertips, she shifted the silver vibrating marvel into overdrive. The device buzzed louder and metal beads in the shaft sprung to life, rotating against her sweet spot as devilish projections tormented her pulsing c******s.

With her other hand, Sirena palmed a heavy breast and pinched her taut n****e. Fiery jolts of sensation arced between the two pleasure centers. Her body clenched, going statue-still for several heartbeats as she teetered on the edge of the precipice…

And once again fell flat without finding satisfaction.

She reached between trembling thighs, the still-humming toy creating a wet slurping sound as she pulled it from the tight clasp of her p***y. When she dropped it onto the bed, the plastic toy gave a halfhearted, weak jiggle and shiny silver balls slowed then ceased spinning as the motor wheezed, coughed and gave one final death rattle before falling silent.

All she wanted for Christmas was an orgasm or two. She didn’t think that was asking too much.

Cursing a blue streak, Sirena grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand and texted “911” to Kenyon Fort. Less than a minute later music from her favorite indie rock band filled the room. She slid her thumb over the touch screen and shivered as Kenyon’s rich smoke-and-whiskey voice glided across her sensitized body in a velvety caress.

“What did you break this time?”

“The expensive as hell Platinum Powerhouse,” she huffed. Oh, she hadn’t paid full price. Never did. She had a great deal worked out with Kenyon. He sold her toys at cost and she designed and maintained his website at a majorly discounted rate. Theirs was the perfect partnership.

Kenyon sighed his frustration. “Well, now you’re really screwed, Kitten.”

Her heart fluttered hearing his pet name for her but her gaze narrowed on the vibrator, brow furrowing with her irritation. “How so?”

“The Platinum Powerhouse was the big guns, Sirena. The last resort. You’ve tried all the strongest vibrators available. Hell, I made that one specifically for you.”

“So that means…” Her words trailed off and she swallowed hard.

“You’re s**t out of luck,” Kenyon finished for her. “There is no vibrator that can survive the abuse you dish out.”

He muttered something under his breath she didn’t try to make out, all her thoughts wrapped up in her current dilemma. Major downside to the strength inherent in being a shape-shifting lioness—the strong contractions of her pelvic muscles. She’d strangled all her vibrators to an untimely death and had yet to find a living, breathing man who could get her where she needed to go during s*x.

“But Ken—” She cringed at the plaintive tone of her voice. “What the hell am I going to do?” If only her kind weren’t so rare then she’d have a chance of finding a mate.

Sirena shook her head. She didn’t really want a mate. Male cats were either loners who never stayed in one place for long or polygamists who had a pride of women they f****d. They certainly weren’t committed to any one female. Her footloose and fancy free father stood as the perfect example, constantly shuffling around between eight lionesses who shared him. Sirena wanted children but had no desire to be a sister wife or a single parent trying to raise a shifter cub in a predominantly human society without the support of his or her father. No thanks!

“Have you considered trying a real c**k? Because, damn, Sirena, I’ve got to be honest here. That powerful p***y of yours has become the star of my favorite fantasies.”

“Gee, Kenyon, now why didn’t I think of that?” Sirena sighed heavily. “Every real c**k I’ve tried hasn’t lasted long enough. Size and shape don’t matter—neither do skill of the user. Even the porn star with the supposed legendary stamina wasn’t able to go the distance.”

Kenyon’s breathing quickened and he groaned. If Sirena wasn’t in such a state of abject misery she would have laughed instead of getting irritated by his rather typical male reaction.

“Kenyon?”

“Yeah?” His voice had deepened, taken on a sexy rasp.

“You better not be whacking off or I’m going to hunt you down, string you up by your balls and spend hours torturing you.”

“Damn it, Sirena, would you stop trying to turn me on.”

His unexpected comment brought her up short. What kind of man got hot and bothered by a threat? “Don’t give up your day job to become a comedian because you’re really not very funny.”

“That wasn’t a joke but whatever, I have an idea. I’ll need a couple of hours. You weren’t planning on going out, were you?”

“In my current mood… Hell no. I’d probably rip some poor slob’s throat out for daring to glance my way. But, um—”

“Okay, good. Hang tight.”

Hang tight?

“No. I can’t wait,” she cried, desperate to keep him on the phone. “You don’t understand.” Hell, he already knew a great deal of her personal s****l information and it wasn’t as if they’d ever meet in person so she might as well go for broke. “I hurt, Kenyon. If I don’t get some relief—soon—I’ll go out of my mind.”

“Christ, you’re killing me here, Kitten.”

Kenyon ground his teeth, closed his eyes and took several slow, deep breaths while trying to clear the seductive images out of his mind. They’d never met face-to-face but he had some wicked fantasies about his best customer.

Sirena Petra was the most confident, sexually assured woman he’d ever come across. Her slightly husky voice with that salacious Texas drawl was made for phone s*x and never failed to get a rise out of him. Just seeing her name on his caller ID heated him up. He pictured her with long blonde hair, lush curves and sleek muscles, spread out naked on a big bed, putting his toys to good use.

“Kenyon? Are you still there?”

God, what the sound of that amazing voice softly purring his name did to him.

“Yeah, Sirena. I’m still here.”

“Please help me,” she whispered.

“This crosses the line—”

“Please, Kenyon. We’re more than client and customer, we’re friends. I need you and I’m the last person who’d cry foul. You know that.”

No use fighting it, he wanted this. Needed it as much as she did, if not more. Taking a cleansing breath, he let the erotic images play through his mind.

“What are you wearing?”

“A smile.”

“Nothing else?”

“No.”

He groaned, wishing he were there with her.

“Are you in bed?”

“Yesss.”

Fuck yeah!

“I want you to lie back, get comfortable and close your eyes.” Reclining in his leather office chair, Kenyon was never more grateful he worked from home, alone. Closing his eyes, he let the visions fill his mind as his hand slid beneath the waistband of his sweats to fist his hard c**k.

“That isn’t going to work,” she huffed.

“No? Have you tried phone s*x yet?”

“Well, um…no.”

“Then it’s worth a try. Since nothing else has worked you might as well give it a shot.”

“Okay, but I don’t know how.”

Her unique combination of innocence and blatant carnality were going to be the death of him. But what a way to go.

“Just relax, listen to my voice and let go.”

She sighed. “This better work.”

“Not sounding relaxed, Kitten. Shut up, close your eyes and breathe.” He gave them both a full minute to relax before sharing the visuals playing through his head.

“You’re hot and wet, having a delicious s*x dream when something wakes you up. A sound? Was it something outside? You’re too worked up to care. One of your hands is wrapped around your breast and your fingers are busy tugging at your hard nipple.”

He hungered to know if what he pictured came anywhere close to reality. “Describe your breasts for me. Are they small, fitting into your palm or are they bigger than your hands? What about your n*****s? What color are they?”

“Bigger than my hands. When I palm them my fingertips don’t reach my ribs.” Sirena hissed out a breath and he knew she had to be touching herself. “Double Ds. My n*****s are a dusky rose color but they get darker when I’m aroused. They fill out like plump raspberries.”

“Good!” Damn good for someone who had no experience with phone s*x. “Your other hand is between your legs, fingers sliding over the slick folds of your p***y, getting nice and damp before you thrust two of them deep into your hot cunt.” He clamped his eyes shut and demanded, “Do it, Sirena. Finger yourself.”

He had no trouble envisioning the scene—smooth olive-toned skin on dark sheets caressed by moonlight as she m*********d, dreaming about the one lover capable of wringing every last drop of pleasure from her glorious body.

Dreaming of him.

“Are your legs long?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Runner’s legs.”

In that moment he want nothing more than to feel those long, sleek legs wrapped around his hips. Kenyon shook his head to clear the thought. This wasn’t a race. To seduce her mind he had to take his time. After a few slow breaths, he continued.

“A gentle breeze coming from the open window teases your damp skin but doesn’t cool you off. There’s only one thing that can bring you relief but you’re alone. At least you thought you were, until you hear a floorboard creak.” He’d damn sure make himself part of the scene he created.

“A man moves out of the shadows, slowly advancing toward the bed. He’s stepped right out of your dream and you don’t have to ask why he’s there. You’re not afraid. He’s not there to hurt you. Your hunger and need have drawn him to you and his only desire is to give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.” Beyond both of their dreams. Instinct assured him that they’d be good together. Explosive.

“You can’t make out his features but get glimpses of his muscular frame as he climbs onto the mattress between your feet and looks his fill at your beautiful body spread out before him. Warm fingers reach out, touch your toes and begin tracing a path over your feet then ankles, steadily inching higher. His calluses feel good gliding over your smooth calves, tickling a little as he teases the back of your knees.”

Her lusty moan started a chain reaction. His c**k twitched and a bead of fluid escaped the slit. On the upstroke, Kenyon swiped his thumb over the head, using his pre-c*m as lubrication. He pictured Sirena writhing on her bed and tightened his grip around his shaft.

“That’s it, Kitten. Let the pleasure take you.” He was drawn further into the web he spun. “My hands are on your inner thighs now, gently pressing your legs apart as I move higher. Your anticipation is rising and you can’t wait to feel my fingers on your slippery cunt. I’m getting closer. Close enough to feel how hot you are but when I reach the crease of your legs, I don’t give you what we both want. Instead, I caress your hips and your belly, dipping a finger into your navel.”

“Kenyon,” she cried.

“Not yet. I want to explore every inch of you first, hold your breasts in my palms and feel your heartbeat pounding beneath my fingers. And I’m hungry, Kitten. I need to taste you, swirl my tongue around your pouty n****e and suck the sweet bud into my mouth. I like to use my teeth. I’ll scrape them over your sensitive flesh and maybe give you a little love bite right there on that pretty unmarked skin.” The idea of marking her almost drove him over the edge. Kenyon squeezed the base of his c**k. “You’d enjoy me leaving my mark behind on your tender breast, wouldn’t you, Sirena?”

“Yesss.”

Her purred response wrapped around his c**k tighter than his hand. Kenyon’s groan joined her sounds of passion. “Releasing your n****e, I move to the other breast, giving it the same treatment before my patience wears thin. The scent of your cream is driving me crazy and there’s nothing I want more than to taste you. Will you let me taste you?”

“Please!”

He swallowed hard. “Settling between your legs, I spread you open with my fingers and take a deep breath. God, you smell good. Sticking out my tongue, I start at that tender strip of flesh below your slit and drag my tongue up, way up, all the way to your clit.”

She was panting and making soft whimpering sounds now. Kenyon gritted his teeth in misery, wishing he could see her face, drink in her expression and get an actual taste of the cream he had no doubt flowed freely from her needy p***y. If he ever actually got his hands on the temptress no way would he have the patience to go this slow.

“You taste so f*****g good, I can’t get enough. No longer able to hold back, I lap at you greedily, thrusting my tongue inside, loving the way your p***y sucks at it, trying to draw me deeper. Moving to your clit, I wrap my lips around it and suck, hard. At the same time, I’m f*****g two fingers into your hot, wet cunt, rubbing the tips over the upper wall. Then I add a third.

“You’re clenching on my fingers as I suck and nip at your clit, feeling it pulse against my tongue in time with your rapid heartbeat. That’s all it takes, you’re flying, screaming my name as I push you over the top. The orgasm slams into you fast, relentless and before it’s done, I’m there, my c**k filling you up, stretching you wide. Pounding into you over and over, again and again.”

As hot ropes of c*m hit his abdomen and slid over his fist, her strangled cry of frustration filled his ear.

Fuck, he’d left her behind.

Kenyon no longer had a choice. None of the tried-and-true methods were working. The time had come for them to meet, face-to-face, aching body to body. Time to give them both a Christmas present they’d never forget.