“I’ve been to both places that need to be destroyed. It’s not far-fetched to assume I could get access again.”
“True, but how were you going to get me to go along with this, while still my slave?” Cyprian’s brow quirked up.
“The same way I plan to get you to help me now,” Riley replied coyly.
Riley stepped between Cyprian’s thighs. She ran her finger across his collar bone then down his chest. Her hand paused when she reached his bandolier.
“Take this off.”
As Cyprian unstrapped his weapons and dropped them on the floor, it occurred to him that he needed to contact Vintor to pass along the bad news. But he didn’t. He needed a few moments with his female.
“Good boy. I like how you military types follow orders so well.”
“I know what you’re up to,” Cyprian grunted in amusement.
Riley leaned in, pressing her breasts against his bare chest.
“Uh huh,” she whispered into his ear.
Riley’s tongue ran along the shell of his ear. She then sucked the lobe between her lips. Cyprian drew in a sharp breath when Riley bit down. The sting sent a thrill through him, but he wasn’t so easily swayed. No matter what Riley did, she was officially out of this. He would contact Aculus and arrange something that didn’t involve her.
“Do you honestly think you’re going to seduce me into letting you do this? I’m not a rutting youth anymore.”
“Aw. Are you scared that I might succeed, General?” Riley teased.
“Not in the least.”
Riley shoved Cyprian back on the bed. He fell willingly, and she straddled his hips. Riley bent down and placed her lips on his chest. Her open mouth kisses heated his skin. Cyprian felt the cool leather of her boots push between his knees, then splay his legs. She reached back, and with a delicate touch, slowly ran her fingers up the inside of his thigh. At the same time, Riley’s tongue circled his peck in concentric circles.
“Maybe you should be afraid, General,” Riley husked, as she pinned him with her big dark eyes.
A growl reverberated in Cyprian’s chest, when Riley rocked her hips against his crotch. Her tight little rear had him straining at his vestments.
Maybe he should be worried. The way the fingers of her one hand lazily stroked the sensitive skin on the inside of his forearm, while the other trailed up his thigh, was agonizing. The gentle roll of her hips, barely brushing against the head of his arousal, was torture. It was a male’s job to seduce a female, not the other way around. Cyprian wasn’t accustomed to having a female straddle him. Riley’s soft touch was contrary to the dominant act.
“Caution, Little Manx. You don’t know what you’re tempting,” he growled.
Riley looked up with a knowing smile.
She is dangerous.
Riley rose from his stomach, and crawled up his side. She swung one leg over his head, planting her knees next to his ears. Cyprian didn’t move a muscle as he stared up at Riley. She tugged at her new top, and he watched it unravel, revealing her nude body a swath at a time. Cyprian followed its progress. His mouth salivated as the fabric slid free, exposing her tufted mound, cleft, and pert rear, inches from his face.
“I think you talk too much. You’re not nearly so bossy when your mouth is occupied.”
Riley braced her hands on Cyprian’s chest, and sat down on his face. Cyprian groaned when her heated skin met his mouth. Riley squirmed when he ran his tongue along her folds, then flicked the tip against the entrance of her moist slit. Cyprian’s arms wrapped around Riley’s thighs to hold her where he wanted her. He tugged her hips down, shoving his face deeper into her cleft.
My Little Manx wants to play.
Cyprian laved Riley’s pierced nub, till she gasped. The flood of moisture that greeted his mouth, made him growl. He was ravenous as he attacked her slit, shoving his tongue deep in her trembling channel.
“Oh, yeah. Lick it,” Riley moaned as she ground against his mouth.
Her heated breath on his shaft, caught Cyprian off guard. He’d been so intent on the treat in his face, he lost track of what his mischievous female was up to. Cyprian stilled.
“Can I assume from the way you jumped, that you’ve never had your cock sucked before?” Riley purred. Each word ghosted over his shaft, making Cyprian tense up. “Oh General, the things I’m going to do to you.”
Surely, she’s not going to...
Cyprian had only a moment to dwell on the surprising proposition, before Riley’s delicate fingers encircled his turgid shaft. She brazenly stared back at him, as her tongue snaked out, then ran from the base of his erection up to the tip. Every sane thought fled his mind. Females didn’t do this. It was unheard of. Riley was trouble. Yet for some reason Cyprian ran to his doom with open arms.