Summer Passion

Heat Stroke: Summer Passion B.J. McCall All rights reserved.

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Heat Stroke: Summer Passion B.J. McCall Lochlan has something Treya wants, a valuable aphrodisiac called Summer Passion. She has a buyer and is ready to negotiate. The sexy ex-pirate turned corporate mogul is willing to bargain, but Lochlan’s price is one night with Treya.

Summer Passion Treya tugged at the collar of her black skinsuit and wondered if the sudden flush of searing heat was because of the sun beating down on her back or the man. Both were hot. “Your price, Lochlan?” He smiled. His face was a perfect blend of planes and angles, his eyes an intense blue and his lips, well, those he could put anywhere he wanted. The Summer Passion dangled from his long fingers. If he dropped the vial, she’d have to dive for it, literally. Treya doubted she’d have time to initiate her glide boots and catch it before it fell into the lagoon. Fuck, it was hot. She wasn’t dressed for paradise. “One night.” Challenge burning in Lochlan’s wicked blue eyes. One night. Her gaze swept over his sleek muscled body. Tanned to golden perfection, Locklan wore a pair of black swim trunks and flip-flops. She’d imagined him naked on numerous occasions, usually while in the throes of an erotic dream. Maybe tonight her fantasy would become a reality. But a girl couldn’t appear too eager. “I have a buyer on Rigel 4. He’s willing to pay two million credits. We can split the profit.” He rocked his hand. Back and forth, the vial filled with the precious aphrodisiac swayed. “It’s not credits I’m in need of tonight.” Was he playing with her? Or was he serious? “Don’t fuck with me, Lochlan.” “That’s exactly what I want to do for one, long, hot summer night.” His words slid through her brain, a sinful temptation. Things came easily to the rich. They valued the things that didn’t. A pirate turned corporate mogul, Lochlan was one of the richest men in the ’verse.

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Eyeing the vial, Treya stepped closer. “Take a walk on the beach or a stroll around your hotel. Solis 6 is filled with willing partners. Women. Men. Some yet to be determined.” “I want you.”

Keeping her gaze on the vial, Treya suppressed her urge to smile. “I guess I

should be flattered.” “The price is non-negotiable.” The chain began slipping through his fingers. “One night?” He caught the vial. “Tonight. Dusk to dawn.” Why would he bargain for one night with her when he could buy a harem? “Why me, Lochlan? What’s the catch?” “I get to do anything I want.” Excitement and fear shot through her. Treya had wanted Lochlan from the first moment she’d laid eyes on him a year ago, but rich, successful men liked to own and control. No man would ever subjugate her again. One round as a sex slave was more than enough. “No one hurts me, Lochlan. Not ever again.” “I’d never hurt you, Treya. I promise only to give you intense pleasure.”

Her pussy clenched. “Dusk to dawn and the vial is mine. No strings. No

surprises.” “That’s the deal.” If she could bottle that look on his face, she’d make millions. “Agreed.” “I have a guest room prepared for you. Relax and join me here at sunset.”

*** Lochlan’s preparation included a light meal, a long bath, a longer massage, a beautiful ruby-red gown and a matching pair of high-heeled sandals. With each step, the diaphanous material slid sensually against Treya’s flesh. Of course he’d insisted she come to him, wearing nothing but the clothing he’d provided. It was all about control. Tonight, she was his. Or so Lochlan thought.

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She intended to indulge her needs, her desires, until she was sated, but leave him begging for more. Sometimes the slave controlled the master. The sultry air clung to Treya’s skin as she walked down the final set of steps to the deck extending over the lagoon. He’d set the stage for seduction, a sensual mirage for a hot summer night. Flickering flameless candles surrounded a bed draped in white. Soft music played, tiny lights twinkled along the deck rails and overhead the inky sky was awash with stars. Lochlan greeted her with a slow intake of breath. He took her hand, lifted it palm up to his lips. The contact sent a shiver sliding along her spine. “You look magnificent.” Backless, the gown fell in a sheer layer from a jeweled collar to her ankles. “So do you.” Dressed in loose black shirt and black pants, Lochlan looked stunning. His glossy hair spilled in unruly waves to his shoulders and the ruby in his left ear sparkled. “Champagne?” He wanted to build the tension and she intended to let him. Treya accepted both the expensive drink and the brush of his fingertips down her spine. Reaching the small of her back, he caressed her warm flesh. She shuddered. He threw his glass over the rail and pulled her hard against him. “I can’t take it.” Hot and bordering on brutal, his mouth took hers. Raw need dissolved all reason. Heat licked through her. She fisted his shirt and held on. His big hand gripped her ass, bringing her flush against him. Thick and promising, the hard ridge of him dug into her belly. Heat poured off his body, penetrating their clothes. He dragged her gown up, pressed her back against the deck railing. His fingers brushed her pussy, skating over her denuded flesh. Groaning, his hand shot between her legs. Her skin sizzled. Her mind reeled. She grabbed him through the soft material of his trousers. Her breath hitched at his size.

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Gasping, he tore his lips from hers. He took a step back, pulling her toward the bed. She yanked him back. “Here. Now.” He ripped open the sealing seam of his loose trousers. His long cock popped into her eager hand. She stroked his silky length, flicked her thumb over the tip, slicking a drop of pre-come over his throbbing flesh. “Do that again and I’ll come.” He tore through the filmy layers of her gown seeking access. “Fuck!” Anchoring an arm around his neck, she hooked a leg over his hip and dragged him closer. Hot and thick, the tip of him rubbed against her damp slit. He thrust, driving into her, taking her where they stood. Like a man possessed, he rammed into her. Each hot thrust, stroking her slick walls. His fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass, holding her in a vice grip while he pummeled her pussy. Dripping wet, she grabbed and clenched, aching for faster, deeper penetration. Treya rode the sharp edge, slipping closer to ecstasy with each deep plow of Lochlan’s cock. His chest heaved and his hips bucked. She clung to him, taking his length and width and heat. Her pussy hummed and squeezed, ached and burned. He jammed into her, stiffened and grunted. The tremor that slid through him was Treya’s undoing. Screaming, she convulsed around him in a flood of slick heat.

Releasing her firm butt cheek, Lochlan gripped the railing. He prided himself on a daunting fitness regime, pushing his body to the maximum and building his stamina, but Treya had nearly brought him to his knees. Determined to bring her to climax, to give instead of take, he’d held back, forcing his body to the limit. The moment he lost the sensual battle, she rewarded him with a sizzling flood of hot come. He lifted his face from where he’d buried it in her neck. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed and her come-filled pussy still fluttered. She was worth every credit he’d shelled out for the vial.

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He still craved the undiscovered treasure of her beautiful body. By the time he’d explored every curve and hollow, his cock would recover. Right now, it felt wonderful, but beat within an inch of its life. Lochlan licked her lower lip then settled his mouth against hers. She tasted of heat, champagne and woman. Her mouth opened beneath his with a soft moan. Compelling and addictive, she was like a drug. The ultimate rush. He’d never get his fill. He slid his hand up the sweet curve of her back and released the magnetic clasp on the collar of her dress. She popped the buttons of his shirt. The gown slid from her slender body, pooling around her feet. He drank in her firm, high breasts, slid his gaze down to the gentle slope of her hips and paused on her bare pussy. Stepping out of his sandals, he kicked his pants aside. Still wearing the delicate heels, she fisted his hair and drew him close. Her taut nipples raked his chest in invitation and her sex cradled his cock. He wrapped his fingers around her delicate wrist and pulled his hair free of her grasp. “Now I get to do exactly what I want.”

*** Stretched out on the bed, Treya tugged on the soft restraints around her wrists and ankles. “I like you like this.” Treya angled her head and looked up at Lochlan. “Tethered like a slave?” He was standing at the edge of the bed, beautifully naked and holding a flute partially filled with champagne. “Naked and in my bed.” She’d been restrained before, but never with ties so soft and flexible they caressed her skin. “Once a pirate, always a pirate.” He kneeled on the bed and slid his fingertips from her breast to the rise of her mons, down her inner thigh to her feet. He hadn’t removed her heels. “I’ve never peddled in flesh, until you.” Anticipation fluttered in her womb.

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He held out the glass, dribbled her chest with champagne. Her nipples tightened as the cold liquid bubbled on her breasts. She gasped at the sensation of his hot mouth licking her flesh and tugging eagerly on her cold nipples. Ohhhh. He was good. She arched her back in silent offering. Heat streamed from her swollen nipples straight to her pussy. When he lifted his head, she moaned. He sipped the last of the champagne then kissed her. When his cold tongue slid inside her mouth, Treya latched on and suckled. Her skin sizzled, her breasts ached and her pussy throbbed. His thumb raked over her nipple. Capturing the swollen tip, he rolled the sensitive peak between his fingers, twisting and teasing. “You taste like heaven.” His voice was low, velvet rich, deliciously husky. “I’m going to suck you until you scream.” She licked the lingering taste of him from her lips. Lochlan could talk her into a climax. He trailed his fingertips down her torso to her exposed pussy, furrowed her wet slit and dipped a long finger inside. Adding another finger, he pushed deep into her tight folds, dragging his knuckles against her slick flesh. When she clamped down on his fingers, he pumped his hand, fucking her until her juices slicked his fingers. “I want to watch you come. Feel you tremble.” She bucked and clenched, surrendered. He removed his fingers slowly from her convulsing flesh then suckled them with slow deliberation. “Hmmmmm.” He climbed between her spread legs and licked her clit, a teasing swipe meant to entice. He spread her fleshy lips wide and laved her with long, slow strokes of his tongue. She cried out when he sealed his lips to her clitoris and suckled. Reaching up, he grasped her nipples, twisting and rolling them. Pleasure surged as he licked, sucked and teased. She fisted her restraints, shuddering as the sweet bliss overwhelmed her. Drained, she melted against the soft bed, languid and lazy with pleasure. “Time to get serious.”

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Serious? She opened her eyes. Fully erect, his cock looked deliciously serious. He slid his thighs beneath hers and levered his weight onto his knees. Lifting her hips high for maximum penetration, he drove into her. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her fast. Each stroke went deeper, push and drag, push and drag. His thighs slicked with perspiration. His chest heaved with exertion. His cock filled her, again and again. She clenched, sucking it deep and hard. When his thighs began to tremble, Treya knew he hovered at the pinnacle. “I want to suck you,” she whispered. A groan tore from his throat. “I want to taste you, lick your come from my lips.” His fingers found her clit, rubbed the aching bud, bringing her to another intense pinnacle. His cock jerked, the spasm of his climax rippling against her drenched walls. He sucked in a breath. “Killer pussy.” “That’s a new description.” He released her ankle restraints, leaned over her and freed her wrists. Her arms slid around his neck as he stretched out on top of her. She nuzzled his neck and nipped his ear lobe. “Maybe I should have kept you tied up.” Pushing on his shoulders, she urged him onto his back and straddled his hips. She slid her hands down his torso, scrapping his skin with her nails and rubbing her wet pussy on his belly. He gasped. “Maybe not.” Treya knelt between his thighs. She palmed his sac, drew one delicate orb into her mouth and suckled gently. He shifted his legs further apart, giving her unrestricted access. She grasped his cock, stroking his growing length. Finding the smooth spot between his balls and his anus, she caressed and teased. He groaned and gripped her hair. “Suck my cock.”

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Treya released him with a gentle pop and turned her attention to his hard cock. Thick veins laced his throbbing length. Using the tip of her tongue, she furrowed the underside of his long shaft all the way to the thick crown. She swallowed him, sucking her way down to the base then back again. Hips bucking, he tugged on her hair. She lifted her head, releasing his cock. He shuddered, sucked in a breath. “I’m on the edge.”

“Lochlan, why did you leave my shoes on?”

“Why do you think? I intended to bend you over, get that great ass of yours high

in the air and fuck you from behind.” She climbed off the bed. “I like being fucked from behind.” Lochlan caught her at the deck railing. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he bent her forward. She gripped the rail and wriggled her beautiful ass. His cock strained. Reaching between her thighs, he plunged a finger inside her tight sheath. Her pussy dripped with hot juices, ready for his aching cock. He nudged her feet apart. Fisting his throbbing shaft, he thrust, driving into her wet heat, shuddering when she clenched, moaning when she relaxed. Caressing the soft globe of her ass, he gave it a gentle slap. She gasped.

Deeper, faster, he plundered her flesh. Another slap. Her raw moan of pleasure

sent a flash of heat straight to his balls. Mindless with desire, he shafted into her. “Again.” He rubbed her butt cheek, gave it a sweet smack. Crying out his name, she gushed, wet and hot, drenching his cock. Pleasure spiked through him, triggering his climax. He gripped her hips and held on. He loved this woman. He loved fucking her, making her scream.

*** Treya leaned against Lochlan’s broad chest, watching the sunrise. The vial of Summer Passion hung from his neck. “Why is so little, so valuable?” He kissed her hair. “One tiny drop, pure ecstasy.” She turned to face him. “If it’s so good, why are you selling it?”

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He removed the chain from his neck and slipped it over her head. The vial slid between her breasts. “I’m not selling it. I’m giving it to you.” “But it must have cost you a fortune.” He brushed his lips to hers. “It got you here.” Her breath hitched. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you a year ago. Chased you throughout the galaxy but couldn’t get you to accept a simple dinner invitation.” She’d wanted him, but whenever they’d met, beautiful women had hovered. Not wishing to be one of his many conquests, Treya had turned down his offers. “I decided to stop chasing you. So I got my hands on something so tempting you’d come to me and be willing to bargain.” “Something so valuable I’d be willing to sell myself to get it?” “That particular negotiation wasn’t my original plan. I’d planned to seduce you, but once I laid eyes on you, I couldn’t let you go, not without touching, holding you, telling you I love you.” Shocked, she searched his face, looked into his eyes. “Don’t fuck with me, Lochlan.” He took her hand and slid a ring with a big, fat ruby on her finger. “Sorry, darling. You’re the only one I want to fuck.” “Are you asking me to marry you?” “Are you going to say yes?” “On one condition.” His eyes narrowed. She touched the vial. “On our wedding night, I get to do anything I want.”

B.J. McCall A multi-published author of contemporary and futuristic sensual romance, B.J. McCall is a West Virginia native now residing in Northern California. Thanks to an older sister who was a librarian, reading became B.J.’s favorite pastime. B.J.’s idea of the perfect way to spend a rainy afternoon or a day at the beach is reading a Romance novel. The phrase “Do what you love,” applies to B.J. -- she loves to write and each story is special. She hopes her readers will enjoy each and every one of them. Visit her website at www.BJMcCall.com.