Attainment (The Temptation Series) (5 page)

I smile at his reference to Carly as his ‘Mrs’. Derek has
never been the settling down type. For some reason though, Carly has managed to
whip his playboy ways into submission.

“Yeah, I’m cookin’. Ain’t I always?”

“I want that pasta stuff you made a while back.”

I know which ‘pasta stuff’ he is referring to because he
helped himself to about four servings. “No can do. It has ricotta in it. Alexis
can’t eat that. It could be harmful to the baby.”

“Ah, shit!” he groans.

“I’ll do a lasagna. That alright?”

“Done.”

“Good. Talk to Carly and let me know. Dinner is at 6 p.m.”

“Will do, Mate.”

We disconnect the call, and I return my attention back to
the names in front of me. So far I’ve jotted down Boyd and Billy. I lean back
in my chair and run my hands through my hair, feeling frustrated.
How can
you name your son when you haven’t seen him yet? What if he doesn’t look like a
Billy or a Boyd?

I decide to give up my search for the time being and discuss
it with Alexis later...in bed...where I hold all the power.

Locking my fingers together behind my head, I smile
satisfactorily to myself, now visualising her on the cusp of climax, her orgasm
teetering on the very edge ready to wash over her in sensational waves. The mental
picture I now have affords me a sense of total domination, not to mention a
stiff dick. Because it’s in those moments when she is lying underneath me that she
will do and say anything I ask. It’s in those moments where I hold the
supremacy. Those moments are my favourite form of control.

CHAPTER FIVE

“Mmmm, that smells delicious,” Alexis moans from behind as
she wraps her arms around my waist.

Just the sound of her moan—whether or not it holds a sexual
undertone—stirs my dick within my pants. How she manages to do this to me so
often has me perplexed...but not in a bad way.

“Here, have a taste.” I turn to face her and hold up a spoon
containing some of my bolognese sauce for her to try.

Watching as she gently blows the spoon through her sweet
plump lips, my dick now decides that he too, wants in on some of her blowing
action.

She takes the spoon into her mouth, her lips pressing
together around the stainless steel implement, and I can’t help but watch like
it’s the most intriguing sight to be seen by anyone, anytime. Suddenly, the
lids of her eyes spring apart, and her intently focussed and astonished stare
finds mine. Appreciation radiates from her face as I drag the spoon back out of
her mouth, deliberately wiping some of the remnants across her lips and chin as
I remove it. She raises her hand to wipe my apparent clumsy smear when I gently
grab it mid-raise. Our eyes lock, ignite, and burn each other with intense
passion, love, yearning, and lust.

Slowly shaking my head at her and indicating that she not
wipe her face, I bring her hand to my lips, pressing a soft kiss on her wrist.
She smells like flowers and musk, and her skin delicately caresses my face as I
drag my cheek and lips across it.

As I softly place each kiss up the inside of her
arm—gradually making my way to my destination—her breathing becomes rapid, her
chest rising and falling in short bursts. I can’t help but notice her eyelids
flutter with each press of my lips, together with the subtle shade of pink
forming across both of her cheeks.  

Smiling the fulfilment of a man who knows how to satisfy his
woman, I let go of her hand as my mouth reaches her neck, nibbling and sucking
her most sensitive spots.

“You are so good at that,” she praises me as she sucks in a
ragged breath.

“Hunny, I’m fucking good at a lot of things,” I mumble into
her skin.

Threading her hands into my hair, she grips it tightly.
“Don’t I know it.”

Alexis tugs my head mildly, yet with enough assertiveness to
send a searing jolt of wicked excitement right through me and down to my
twitching cock. A cock which is aware of its pending duty to stiffen and take
form, rubbing the satin of my boxer shorts and hardening against my denim
jeans. The newly confined space in my pants gives me the increasing urge to
unleash my erection and slide it into her warm wet pussy.

I know she’s wet; it never takes me long to have her drenched
with arousal.
Fuck!

“Alexis,” I growl, as I push my hips against her and raise
my lips to the corner of her mouth. With a quick glide of my tongue, I remove
the sauce I deliberately planted there. She doesn’t allow me long to linger at
that spot, seizing my mouth with her own in an aggressive yet passionate
attack. We taste each other, suck each other, lick each other, and moan one
another’s name.

Alexis reaches between us and undoes my fly, the sound of
the zipper’s release assisting my already hardened state. She yanks down my
jeans and boxer shorts in one swift move, allowing my cock to spring free with
relief, only to be surrounded once again, yet this time by warm and possessive
hands. Frenzied and visibly hankering, she grips my shaft and then slowly
glides both hands up it as though she is praying to God for the privilege.
Little does she know the privilege is all mine.

 “Hunny, I fucking love it when you stroke me like that,” I
groan into her mouth before licking her bottom lip teasingly.

She runs her tongue over the spot I have just tasted and
pulls away slightly. “What else do you fucking love me doing to your cock?” she
asks, wicked intentions blaring from her.

Alexis is my angel, the most pure light in my life. Yet when
I stir the sexual desire within her, the sinful, carnal, and unashamed amatory
devil emerges. I have the best of both worlds and I fucking love it.

“Well?” she asks, her voice saturated in innocence.

The sensation her hands are applying to my cock renders me
speechless momentarily, as if she has cast a spell of lip paralysing pleasure. 
I try to respond, but then she sticks her pointer finger in my mouth and caresses
my tongue before taking it back out again. I watch eagerly as she reaches back
down between us and swirls the now moist digit over the top of my crown.
Jesus
fucking Christ!
“Tell me, Bryce. Do you like it when I make it wet? Kiss
it? Lick it? And suck it?” she asks, the intent behind her eyes uncamouflaged by
her innocent grin.

“Yes,” I hiss, leaning back against the counter.

Alexis goes to kneel in front of me, and as much as I find
it incredibly sexy seeing her on her knees, I can’t find it within myself to
let her kneel on the floor in her current condition.

I gently stop her by placing my hands on her shoulders.
“Wait!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t have you kneeling on the floor, my love,” I inform
her, as I sweep a loose tendril of hair away from her face.

Hoisting myself up on the bench top, I provide a more
comfortable height and position for her to take me in her mouth. “Better?”

She smiles lovingly at me and steps between my legs, taking
hold of my cock once more. “Awww, such a gentleman,” she drawls.

“Do you like it when I’m a gentleman?”

“Yes...and sometimes no.”

“What do you want me to be now?”

Smiling seductively, she lowers her head. “I want to you
shut up and let me suck your cock,” she replies, mumbling the last couple of
words as she envelops my hard length with her mouth.
Fuck me! She sucks
better than a Dyson. I swear all vacuums would bow at her feet if they were
aware of her talents.

Her lips glide up and down my shaft as her hand slowly pumps
my base, the building pressure in the head of my dick nothing short of
sensational. I love it when she takes me in her mouth, the feelings she elicits
with her lips and tongue. But what I love most of all is watching her head bob
continuously while her eyes fuck me mischievously, her eyes and the passion
within them ruling me completely. Let’s face it, it’s moments like this that
cement the fact I would walk to the ends of the earth for Alexis. Yes, it’s
only a blow job, but I am a bloke after all, and truth be told, it’s a fucking
awesome blow job.

She cups my balls, making my cock tighten and my jaw clench,
bringing me one step closer to exploding with release. Noticing her lips dance
a playful smile, I am instantly aware of what she is about to do, this
expression always leading to her favourite move. She tongues the tip of my
crown like a lollypop, causing me to jerk uncontrollably.
Bloody hell!

Just as I’m about ready to blow, the buzzer to the door
sounds. Alexis pauses, looking like a deer in headlights, except this little
doe has a rock hard cock protruding from her mouth.

“That better not be Santa,” she mumbles around my dick.
Santa?
As in Father Christmas?

“Who’s Santa? Apart from the obvious,” I ask.

“Never mind,” she mumbles once more.

The buzzer sounds again, and the look in her eyes asks me
what she should do. Sitting and staring at her beautifully compromised face,
there’s no question what I want. There’s no question what any man would want.
Finish
me off! Only the inhumane would leave a man on the brink of ejaculation.

She nods, appearing to nod more to herself than me, and then
pumps me vigorously as she sucks with sheer intention. I climb with the
building sensation in my dick once again, and this time spill over the edge and
into her mouth.

Seconds later I am zipping myself back up as the buzzer
rings for the third or fourth time, I’m not quite sure. I hand Alexis a tissue,
pour her a glass of water and ask if she needs anything else.

“I’m fine. Go answer the door.”

I grab her and kiss her, caressing her beautiful face. “I
fucking love you.”

“Yes, I know,” she smiles, as she gives me a quick peck on
the lips and then takes a drink.

Jogging out of the kitchen and toward the entry door, I
can’t help but grin a satisfied grin of a man well looked after.

***

“What took you so long?” Derek asks as I open the door to
let him and Carly inside. They both stare at me for a couple of seconds as
though they want an answer. Just as I’m about to reply with ‘None of your
fucking business’, Derek slaps me the back. “On second thought, no need to
enlighten me,” he says with a cocky grin on his face before walking past me.

“Hey, Bryce,” Carly says cheerfully, giving me one of her
flirty hugs. I’ve come to the conclusion that Carly will always be quite
willing to allow her hands to linger on my biceps just that little bit longer
than necessary. But I must admit, her level of flirtation has significantly
dropped since she hooked up with Derek. This being a good thing, not only for
Derek, but also for my biceps.

“Where’s Lexi?”

“Kitchen.” I nod in the direction from where I just came...
Literally.

“Speaking of kitchen, smells awesome as usual,” Derek says
as he looks around the apartment.  “Wow! This place looks different. Not so
much the bachelor pad anymo—“

“You did!” Carly screeches from the kitchen, interrupting
our conversation. “You little whore!”

I furrow my brow. The thought of Alexis being called a whore
does not sit well with me at all, but for some reason, coming from Carly, I
manage to let it go.

Derek just shakes his head and smiles. “That girl of mine’s
mouth needs a filter...then again...” he ponders, “...I do love it dirty.”

“I don’t want to know about Carly’s dirty mouth,” I say with
certitude, all the while thinking of Alexis’ sweet mouth and the sublime thing
she just did with it.

“You just got your dick wet, didn’t you?” Derek pokes.

Ignoring the pervert’s question, I change the subject. “Want
to see the new recording studio?”

Derek rubs his hands together greedily, dismissing my
digression. “That’s what I thought. It doesn’t normally take that long for you
to answer the door. Plus, you have that I-have-a-happy-cock look on your face.”

I continue to ignore him as we make our way to the recording
studio, his reaction to my newly refurbished room soon to be my retribution for
his perverted probing.

 Opening the door, I wait for it with keen anticipation.

“What the fuck? Dude, this isn’t playschool,” he says with a
crooked grin on his face and his hands resting on top of his head.

I knew the boys would find the new addition of soft teddies
and toy trucks amusing, so I inwardly chuckle to myself. “No, but when the baby
is born, he’ll need some toys to play with.”

I walk over to the computer equipment and switch it on.

“Doesn’t he have his own toy room? I mean, other than in our
recording space?” 

“Of course he does, but I want to spend as much time as I
can with him after he’s born. They grow so quickly, you know. Look at Alexander.
He’s already one and a half.”

“I know how old Alexander is,” he grumbles while taking in
the new surroundings.

“Look, if I can help it, I don’t want to miss a thing.”

“I get that. But I don’t know, man. Won’t it be too loud for
him? Baby’s ears are kinda small.”

I laugh at the stupid fucker. “Of course they are small, and
anyway, I’m one step ahead of you.” I make my way over to the wicker basket on
the floor near the rug and pick up a pair of tiny, fluffy, ear muffs. “See?
It’s covered.”

At that moment, Carly and Alexis walk in carrying a couple
of beers and wine—Alexis drinking her non-alcoholic Rose wine.

“This is interesting,” Carly stutters as she takes in the
toys.

“You can say that again,” Derek mutters then turns his back
and starts typing on the keyboard.

Scanning the room and its surroundings, I feel proud and
excited, knowing my son will—in matter of weeks—be sharing this space. It
couldn’t be more perfect.

Alexis passes me my beer and stands beside me. “Yes, I know.
I told Bryce that putting toys in here was going a little overboard, but he
insisted.”

With my free hand, I slide it behind her back, stopping to
rest just above her arse. As always, she snuggles into my side.

“Overboard?” Carly questions a little sarcastically.
“There’s a freakin’ coloured ball pit over there. And is that Twister carpet?”

“Sure is. Alexis’ idea,” I say proudly before swigging my
bear. “Isn’t it great? We have it in many of our family-friendly rooms over in
the City Promenade building.”

Carly makes her way over to the colourful spotted carpet.
“It’s awesome! I want some.”

 “That can be arranged,” I inform.

“I reckon the school would benefit from some as well.
Alexis, you could seriously be on to something here.”

I take another swig of my beer and gently caress Alexis’
lower back. “That’s what I told her.”

 “What? No, it’s just a bit of fun.” She dismisses our
praise, and takes a casual sip of her drink.

“Ah, Bryce, here it is.”

I reluctantly step away from her warmth and walk over to
Derek to see what he has found. “Here’s what?”

“Backing music for ‘Birth’. Unless you want to hire a
friggin’ orchestra and some Taiko drums.”

I raise my eyebrow at him.

“Well...shit, Bryce!” Derek shrugs. “I never know with you;
I wouldn’t put it past you wanting to hire the bloody Melbourne Symphony
Orchestra.”

“Good on ya, I’m not that bad. Backing music is fine.
Although, I think Will may have a Taiko.”

“Sweet! And Luce can handle the electronics on the board. So
it’s set then, we are opening with ‘Birth’.”