Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies

by Alex Grayson

  His hold slid from my face and down my body, gripping my thighs and lifting me up against his hard, aroused form.

  The thick, hard length of his cock rubbed my clit, making me moan into the all-consuming kiss.

  I gasped, breaking our embrace when my back hit the bed.

  This man had my mind so scrambled, I hadn’t even realized he’d moved us.

  “Grip the comforter above your head, and no matter what I do, don’t let go.”

  The heat and intensity of his gaze had me following his order without question.

  Slowly he untied the knot holding my halter dress at the back of my neck. He pulled the straps free, nudging the fabric down until he exposed my aching breasts.

  “These are perfection.” He cupped them with each hand, kneading the mounds and pinching the tips.

  I arched into his addictive touch. There was truly nothing like his callused hands on my skin.

  This man made me want things I’d never allowed myself to want; he stirred me to do things I’d never considered a possibility.

  He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking, teasing, tasting, and then moved to the other, giving it the same addictive attention.

  He moved lower, tugged my dress down my body, and dropped it to the floor. He lifted to sitting, studying me. I should have felt exposed at the heated way he inspected every curve of my body, but it was as if he was memorizing me, wanting never to forget anything about me.

  “You’re incredible. I have to taste you. I’ve wanted to taste you from the moment you walked into the bar.”

  “I have no problem with that.”

  He leaned down, his breath and tongue grazing down my abdomen, stopping only when he reached the top of my underwear.

  “I hope you weren’t attached to these.”

  Before I could respond, he snapped the sides, tossing the expensive lingerie behind him. Then he gripped the backs of my knees and set them on his shoulders.

  “Remember what I said, don’t let go, no matter what I do.” He blew on my center.

  My nails dug into the soft comforter. “I…I won’t. I pr…”

  My words died on my lips as he took a long swipe of my slick pussy lips. He teased me with his evil tongue, never going further than a light circle of my clit.

  He was driving me mad on purpose. If he didn’t do something more than rim my sex, I was going to lose my shit.

  As if knowing I was about to grip his head and move his mouth where I wanted, he pinned my wrists. “Don’t even think about it.”

  “Bastard,” I growled.

  He laughed against my clit. “That was not one of the phrases I approved you to say.”

  “Dammit, Hagen. Do something, anything but this torment.”

  “How about this?” He plunged his tongue deep inside my pussy, eating me like a man starved, licking, thrusting, devouring.

  A finger replaced his tongue into my aching channel as his mouth shifted to my neglected clitoral nub.

  Over and over, he brought me to the point of glorious release without letting me achieve the pleasure I was delirious to gain.

  “Hagen, please. I need to come.”

  “You should have said something sooner.” He slid a second finger inside my pussy, spreading them in a “v.”

  I pushed against the hand holding my arms locked above me and ground up against him as his fingers scissored inside me with each thrust of his hand. My pussy began to quiver and then grew into hard spasms, and in the next instant, I clenched my eyes tight and screamed my release.

  “Hagen. Oh God. Hagen.” My back bowed, and he continued his delicious torture.

  “That’s it, baby. Don’t hold anything back. Fuck, this is everything.”

  I opened my eyes, not expecting the hint of emotion I heard in his statement.

  He slid up my body, sealing our lips together. My own essence exploded in my mouth and added to the euphoria of the orgasm I’d just experienced.

  When he pulled back, he said, “You have me so hard. I can’t wait to fuck you, make you come again, make you mine.”

  Releasing his hold on my arms and pulling free of my body, he stepped off the bed. He kicked off his shoes while licking his fingers clean of my arousal. Then, he gripped the base of his shirt, tugged it over his head, and dropped it on the floor.

  Holy fuck.

  Hagen’s body was perfection as if sculpted by the Greek gods. The tattoos that covered his arms, chest, and abdomen were beautiful works of artistry, adding to the dangerous edge I’d sense around him from the moment I’d set my eyes on him. This man was a caged beast about to unleash his pent-up energy on me.

  He pushed down his pants, letting his straining, hard cock spring free and hit his rock-hard chiseled stomach.

  He gripped the thick base of his erection and then stroked up and down. The tip wept with precum and made my mouth water for a taste of him.

  “Want some of this?” He moved to the end of the bed, continuing to handle his beautiful cock.

  I nodded.

  “Then come over here.”

  3

  Hagen

  The sight of Penny kneeling on the edge of the bed, her slick folds swollen from arousal and my ministrations, had my cock ready to spill without even a touch of her heat.

  “You’re a goddess, Penny.” I brought the flared head of my erection to her perfect pouty lips, coating them with my precum. “Open.”

  She opened her mouth, moaning as I sank into her soft, wet heat.

  As I worked my cock in and out with slow, shallow thrusts, one of her hands came up to grip the base of my cock as the other grabbed hold of my ass.

  “Take me all the way in.” I threw my head back for a brief moment when she complied. “Yes, that’s it.”

  Her tongue rubbed the thick vein on the underside of my dick with each bob of her glorious mouth. Watching her take me to the back of her throat was something I’d never, ever get tired of seeing. Suddenly, I felt the telltale tightening of my balls and the further hardening of my cock.

  I was not going to come down her throat. I wanted to be balls-deep in her tight pussy when I let go.

  As if sensing what was happening to me, a devilish glint entered her emerald gaze. She tightened her grip as she stroked my length, and then she swallowed, contracting the back of her throat on the head of my cock with each downward movement.

  Fuck. This woman had an evil streak.

  “Oh no, you don’t,” I gritted out, breaking free of her hold and panting.

  There was a smug satisfaction on her face that made me want to kiss her senseless and paddle her ass at the same time.

  “You are one naughty girl, Penny.”

  She scooted up the bed and then crooked a finger at me, calling me toward her.

  “Do you really think you’ve won this game?”

  “Yes, Hagen,” she said with mischief in her emerald eyes.

  “We’ll see.” I climbed onto the bed, caging her body with my arms, my cock poised at the apex of her drenched folds. I slid up and down the swollen lips of her sex, slightly notching into her pussy before gliding up again.

  “Hagen,” she moaned, gripping my shoulders with her hands and lifting her legs to wrap around my waist to force me to thrust in. “Now.”

  “Oh no, you don’t. Did you forget I’m calling the shots?” I held still, torturing us both. I wanted to drive deep into her, but I needed to hear her beg and tell me in detail what she wanted. There was nothing like hearing Penny voice her pleasure, demand it, push past the restraints she placed on herself. I’d experienced it once tonight, and I planned on at least two more times.

  “Please,” she moaned, her nails scoring my back.

  “Please, what?”

  “I need you.”

  “Need me to do what?” I pushed into her delicious heat a fraction and then rubbed my pelvis against her throbbing clit.

  “I need you to fuck me. To make me yours.”

  “For how long?”
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  She held my gaze and cupped my face. “Forever.”

  I lowered my head, sealing our lips, and thrust balls-deep.

  There was truly nothing like the feel of her cunt wrapped around my cock. The slick, swollen walls worked me with each slide in and out of her.

  “Harder, Hagen. Oh, God, yes, right there.” Her pussy spasmed and then clamped down hard on me as her back bowed.

  I slid my hand between our bodies, making my way to her sensitive clit.

  “Fuck, Hagen. I can’t take it.”

  “Yes, you can. Give me one more.” I strummed the bundle of nerves until she shattered again, thrashing her head back and forth, and allowed myself to let go.

  There was nothing on earth more beautiful than watching this woman come apart in my arms. She was mine. She’d said it herself, and I’d chase her all over the world to remind her if she ever forgot.

  4

  Penny

  I woke to the heat of a large body around me and a delicious soreness between my legs. The thought of all that we’d done last night had my nipples puckering and a slickness growing in my core.

  Hagen had taken me every way a man could take a woman, and I wanted more. I needed more. There was no way I could walk away from a man like this. He was all-consuming and addictive.

  I shifted, turning to face him. Hagen’s piercing blue eyes stared at me as if he could see to the depths of my soul.

  God, had there ever been a more gorgeous man?

  “What now?” he asked.

  “You tell me.”

  “I have another two weeks here.”

  “So do I.”

  “Then spend it with me. We can make some memories that we’ll never forget. Then we can resume our regular lives.”

  I swallowed down the lump now in my throat. This wasn’t supposed to be so intense. I wasn’t supposed to feel so emotional at the idea of going back to my real life.

  “Okay,” I said, pushing down the melancholy.

  “I’m glad we’re in agreement.” He ran a thumb over my lower lip as I felt the press of his growing cock against my thigh.

  Setting a hand on Hagen’s chest, I forced him onto his back and straddled him. “Let’s start right here, right now.”

  He peered up at me, threading his fingers in my tousled hair, and drew me to him. “Yes, let’s start right here.”

  I sighed, dropping my head back against the seat as I waited for the last passenger to arrive for the first leg of my flight home. I’d had over two weeks of fun and relaxation. And mind-blowing sex with a man sexier than sin.

  Part of me never wanted to leave and spend the rest of my life on this amazing island. The rational part of me screamed that my job wasn’t flexible and required my physical presence in one place.

  Being an adult sucked sometimes.

  I sighed.

  At least I’d have the memories of this beautiful place, and the incredible time I’d had with Hagen. And especially all the nights I’d had the pleasure of spending in his strong, muscled arms. My heart ached at the look on his face when I’d left him this morning.

  I lifted my gaze as the passenger stepped on to the plane and the flight attendant said, “Welcome aboard, sir. We will serve a light lunch as soon as we reach cruising altitude.”

  My breath caught as I stared into the deep ocean-blue eyes of the very man I’d been thinking of and missing only seconds earlier.

  “Looks like I’m on the same flight home as you. Mind if I sit next to you?”

  I licked my parched lips and nodded. “Go right ahead.”

  He buckled in next to me, accepting a drink from the flight attendant.

  A few minutes later, the jet taxied and took off.

  We remained quiet, not saying anything. The pull I felt toward him was almost too painful.

  Reaching over to my lap, Hagen lifted my left hand in his, making me close my eyes for a brief moment as I took in the comfort of his touch.

  “I have something I forgot to give you this morning at the resort. I’ve had it in the safe for the last two weeks.”

  “What is it?”

  “This.” He lifted a set of wedding rings made of pink and white diamonds. “They belong to you.”

  My heartbeat accelerated as he slipped them on my ring finger and then kissed the top of my hand.

  “No more pretending to be strangers.”

  “Okay.”

  “No more games where you aren’t mine. I don’t like it. You were born mine.”

  I sighed and shook my head in exasperation. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”

  He remained quiet, almost pouting.

  “Not even a little bit?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe a little. Specifically, the part where you admitted you’re mine.”

  I cupped his stubbled jaw and kissed his lips. “I love you.”

  He grunted in response, deepening the kiss and then pulling back.

  “Are you ready to go home, Mrs. Lykaios?”

  I smiled up at my gorgeous, broody, overprotective, and a bit possessive husband who loved me enough to spend our time in the Seychelles pretending we were meeting for the first time.

  “Absolutely, Mr. Lykaios. I loved every minute of our honeymoon, but I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you.”

  “I’m glad you feel that way.” He pulled me into the crook of his arm, brushing his lips against my forehead. “You’re my everything, Starlight.”

  “Back at you.” My heart overflowed with love for this man. “Being with you is the sweetest sin.”

  The End

  Read Hagen and Penny’s full love story in Master of Sin – Book 1 in the Gods of Vegas Series.

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  Her heroines are fresh, well-educated, and often find love and romance through atypical circumstances. Sienna treats her readers to enticing slices of hot romance infused with empowerment and indulgent satisfaction.

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  Ben

  The automatic sliding doors open, and I walk through them with the same feeling I imagine I would have if I was walking into the eternal flames of Hell.

  Because, let’s face it, that’s exactly what the mall is. Hell.

  The assault to my senses is as immediate as it is unwelcome, and I resist the urge to turn and bolt, as though I am being chased by a feral unicorn who has just now realized it’s the spirit animal of every tween girl in the world and is kind of pissed about it.

  I don’t though. Because Valentine’s Day is fast approaching and I’m a fucking gentleman who believes in love and chivalry. That includes buying all of the important women in my life a token of my appreciation.

  I mentally scan my list as I fight my way through the buzzing crowd, making a note not to forget Mom again. I’m pretty sure she didn’t buy my “It’s on back order” excuse last year. Especially since I get her the same chocolates every year.

  I look up and peer over the crowd, trying to remember which direction the jewelry store is when a pissy faced man in a suit—why one would need to be in a suit while shopping at the mall this early on a Saturday morning gives me a moment of pause—with his eyes glued to a smartphone bumps into me, wrenching my shoulder.

  I level him with a glare, but he’s oblivious to everything around him and continues on completely unaware
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  “Jackass,” I mumble under my breath, my mood worsening.

  I need to get laid. The thought takes root as I scrub a hand roughly across my face and try to remember how long it’s been. Too fucking long.

  I thought last night was a sure thing and my jaw clenches when I think about the date I had planned. The romantic dinner that went to waste when I was cockblocked by a cute blonde who demanded my date’s attention and put a quick end to our night with her dramatics.

  I make a mental note to find a solution to the roommate problem as soon as possible.

  Spotting a coffee shop ahead, I speed up, confident that a caffeine hit will make this shopping trip slightly more bearable.

  I have only just moved into the line and am eyeing up the pastries, considering a cheese danish when my attention is snagged by a beautiful brunette who is striding confidently through the crowd, long legs on full display in a short dress that screams summer, despite the frigid temperature outside.

  A small serene smile plays along her full lips, out of place amongst the chaos, and without hesitation, I step out of the line and begin to follow her. Like a creeper.

  This may be a personal low for me.

  I trail along behind her, waiting for her to notice me, looking for an opportunity to make that happen. She’s too busy beaming at unsmiling shoppers who regard her happiness with suspicion while scanning a handwritten list that she holds in her small hand.

  The back of my neck heats as I remember the feel of that hand on my skin last night, dragging my mouth to hers in apology before she rushed away.

  Her head turns in the direction of a dollar shop and she quickly switches direction, cutting across the crowd to head inside.

  I weigh my choices. The obvious option is to leave her alone to do her shopping while I get back to my own and wait for a better opportunity to take what I want from her. This would be the smart decision.