by Vivian Wood
Grayson isn’t listening, though. Instead, he pushes himself onto his knees, bending down to kiss my collarbone, the top of my breast. He kisses my nipple, then sucks the nipple into his mouth. His mouth is so hot and wet, and my hips raise of the own accord.
My mouth opens, a mewling cry coming out. He laves my nipple with his tongue, then releases it. I make a disappointed noise, but Grayson has other concerns. He kisses his way down to my navel, pushing my knees apart to make room for himself.
He pushes me as far as possible against the walls of the small bathroom, then finds a comfortable spot between my legs. He pushes one knee up, trailing kisses along the inner thigh.
I squirm a little, although I know that what is coming will be incredibly hot. He uses two fingers to find my seam, tracing it lazily up and down, up and down. His fingers get a bit of my juices on them; he stops and pops his fingers in his mouth, making a contented sound as if that’s normal.
I blush and lock up, my knees pulling together a little. But then he parts my lower lips with those same two fingers and leans in close, kissing my clit.
“Oh god!” I say, panicked. It feels so good, so wet and so hot, I don’t know if I can take much of his teasing. When he kisses my clit again, swirling his tongue around it this time, making loud sucking noises, I bury my fingers in his hair.
He does figure eights with his devilish tongue for a minute, while I moan and try not to buck my hips against his face. After he closes his lips around my clit and sucks, though, I can’t help it.
“Oh god, oh god,” I repeat over and over again. “I… I’m close, Grayson.”
He shifts a little, teasing the entrance to my core with one single finger. I shiver with excitement and buck against his mouth when he introduces a second thick digit.
And with the third, I think I’m about to boil over. He’s sucking on my clit and gently moving his fingers in and out of my pussy, and it’s all too much.
I make a throaty sound, almost there…
He slows down, though, and withdraws his fingers. I crack open my eyes, glaring at him.
“What are you doing?” I ask, uncertain.
“I think we should both come together,” he says, rising to his knees. He grins. “I just wanted to get you most of the way there. Because I’ve been dreaming about eating that pussy.”
I go red at his words, even though he just got done doing that very thing. I bite my lip and beckon him. He backs off, stripping of his boxer briefs, laying himself bare. His cock juts proudly out, long and thick and quite beautiful.
He crawls on top of my body, until our hips press together. He’s heavy, almost too heavy for me, but his big frame makes up for it. He balances himself on his elbows, taking some of the weight off.
My lips find his, and my hand finds his cock, stroking it gently. He breaks the kiss with a low, needy groan. That sound breaks any plans I had to draw this out.
I position his cock at my entrance, moving my hips a little to encourage him. He doesn’t thrust right away, though. He takes a second to look down at me, brushing some of my still damp hair from my face.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells me. The earnestness in his gaze shines through.
“You’re gorgeous too,” I say.
He kisses me again, his lips warm and wonderful. Then he slowly sinks in, inch by inch.
“Ahhhh,” I say, feeling the stretch deep inside to accommodate his size.
He looks pained. “Are you okay? Should I stop?”
I shake my head. “No. Go faster.”
Grayson withdraws, then thrusts, withdraws, then thrusts. A little deeper, a little faster every time. He sets a rhythm, slow at first. I meet him thrust for thrust, feeling my body warming up, remembering the pleasure that it felt just a few minutes ago.
I wrap my legs around him as he increases the pace. There’s a smooth kind of friction happening; it feels amazing, like there is something deep inside me that is on fire, and only he can put it out.
With each thrust I am getting a little closer to ecstasy. I feel a spring winding a little tighter and a little tighter. I just need something a little… more… to be set off.
“Grayson,” I say, breathless. “I am going to need you to fuck me harder. Don’t hold back.”
He smirks for a second, then he gives me exactly what I want. He leans over me, fucking me like a jackhammer, sweat beginning to drip from his face and chest. All I can do is hold on, that inner spring growing tighter by the second.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his tone reverent. His voice is nearly lost in the melee between us.
“Yes,” I urge him, my hips clashing with his over and over again. “Yes! Don’t stop. Don’t you dare…”
I’m wound so tight that when I start to come, I grip Grayson’s back with my nails, leaving a set of nail marks. Then it’s like I see fireworks, everything in my world going black except for a few bright splashes of color.
I topple over a cliff I didn’t see coming, and plummet down into the abyss of my own pleasure. A second after I come, I feel Grayson start to come. I hear his rugged shout, I feel the hot pulse of his seed deep within me. I feel him slow down, and then stop.
He rests his forehead against the floor to my left, breathing openmouthed for a long second. My racing heart begins to slow. Grayson kisses me then, long and languorous. He tastes like his sweat, but I don’t mind it one bit. I sigh into the kiss, bringing my hands up to cup his face.
He chuckles. I squint at him. “What?”
“Just… this isn’t what I intended. My plan was really classy, I swear.”
I kiss him on the lips again. “If this is what I have to look forward to in this house, I say bring it.”
He shifts his weight to the side. “I can promise that much.”
I grin. “Yeah?”
“Yep. And I can promise to love you.”
I sigh, resting my head on his chest. “I can promise to love you too. Always.”
He smiles and kisses my forehead. “That sounds pretty ideal to me.”
We just lay there for a while, adrift in a sea of our own lovely love.
48
Meet Stellan and Margot!
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Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
I’m handsome, obscenely wealthy, and strait-laced. Duty and honor come before what I want. I already have a list of wealthy, beautiful girls that are ready to marry me. When I meet pretty, pink haired, punk-rock Margot, I make myself a deal. I can take her... but only for one earth shattering night.
Proud, rebellious, a perfect body made for sin. Margot is my weakness; it’s too bad that she’s also a journalist. When she shows up again in Copenhagen, she is tasked with doing a story about me and the future of the royal line.
And me? I can look at Margot all I want... but never ever touch her. So instead I throw up my walls, insisting that our night together was a mistake. It sparks a fire, a growing tension between us.
Every time our hands brush, every single lustful glance, every damn time she bites her lip... Eventually, even my strong will can’t overcome temptation. Though it’s wrong, though my life is already all plotted out, I can't resist her.
I need her, in my bed and in my life.
It’s inevitable. The only question is, once I give in and take what I need... will having Margot just one more time be enough?
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Sinful Teacher
1
Carter
I should know better.
Really I should.
Eve is my half-brother’s baby sister. She’s adopted… but still. She’s off limits.
But right now, there is a very pretty honey-haired girl gazing up at me with wide blue-green eyes. She’s so close that we are almost touching.
Almost but not quite.
Eve bites her lip, tucking a few strands of her honeyed hair behind her ear. She leans into against the wi
nd up here on the roof, shivering even though it’s not even remotely cold.
It’s July 4th and the moon is full. I settle against the railing.
The door is propped open a little, throwing an arc of light against us. That’s the only illumination here but I’m expecting fireworks to start exploding overhead any minute now. Even here in Port Angeles, an hour outside of Seattle, they do some fireworks when the ball drops at midnight.
A sigh parts Eve’s lips as her gaze slips from my face to the view. I can see the gears turning as she takes in the landscape around us. I wonder what she thinks as she stands there, shivering and making silent observations.
But she makes it easy.
“Do you think that anyone will miss us downstairs?”
My lips turn up at the corners. “No. I think everyone is in full party mode. After all, it is almost midnight.”
She smiles a little. “It’s so quiet up here. Did you plan this out, Carter?”
I cast my gaze off the rooftop, taking in the city at a glance. “Did I plan on having the rooftop to ourselves? No.”
Eve gives me a wry look but says nothing.
We are on the roof of the Sapphire Hotel, the tallest building in Port Angeles. Not that that’s really saying much; we are about an hour west of Seattle and we have certainly left the cityscape behind. Eve and I snuck up here from the raging party going on downstairs. Carrying a bottle champagne, seeking someplace a little quieter to celebrate the holiday. Eve giggling and trailing me to the elevator, wiggling her eyebrows as she shows off the elegant champagne flutes she stole from god knows where.
She raised her eyebrows at me when the elevator doors open on the top floor. I think coming up to the roof took her by surprise. But she rolls her shoulders back and flips her hair over her shoulder. She’s unflappable, it seems like.
Not only that but she looks incredible tonight in nothing but a skimpy little black dress and a velvet choker. In her heels she’s still short, more than a foot less than my 6’3 height.
It makes me feel like a giant compared to her.
She purses her lips. “Hurry up. We don’t want to miss it.”
I roll my eyes. “So bossy. Put the glasses down on the ledge here.”
Eve sets them down, her lips twisting wryly. I’ve known this girl for almost three months now and she always gets that glint in her eyes when she’s about to mouth off to me.
“Shhh,” I shush her. “Whatever you’re about to say, save it for after the fireworks show.”
She shoots me a glare but I just smile, smoothly popping the cork from the bottle of champagne. As I fill the two flutes three quarters full with the bubbly beverage, my gaze dips to her neckline. Her tits are covered by the barest bit of dark gauze. If I stare, I can make out her pebbled nipples through her flimsy excuse for a dress.
Eve always seems to know just what she is doing. And now? She’s deliberately teasing me.
I bite my lip. Yeah, I’m gonna take her down to my room later and fuck her brains out. Things might be complicated between us… her adopted half-brother is my half-brother, which is a fucking mouthful. But I have spent enough time trading stealthy fuck-me glances with Eve.
She knows what’s going to happen. Not only that but she encourages me to flirt with her.
“Is it time yet?” she asks softly.
Startled, I look up. “What?”
“Is it time for the fireworks to start?” she clarifies. She sounds a little nervous. “I wouldn’t want to miss out on anything.”
She licks her lips, her gaze dropping to my mouth. Suddenly I see what she plans. She’s going to use the fireworks as an excuse to kiss me.
Eve doesn’t need an excuse in my opinion. But if that makes her feel better, makes her feel like she’s towing the line of propriety, then so be it.
I check my watch, moving my light coat out of the way for a second. “It’s 11:56.”
She shudders. “I really, really need the fireworks to start soon. I made a special exception for hanging out tonight… but I’m really trying to get into med school. The MCATs wait for no man.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” I say with a shrug.
She shivers even though it’s the hottest part of the summer. “It’s frigging July and I’m not melting. I’m actually a little cold. What is up with that?”
I don’t ask her for permission. I just open my light jacket and trap her, bundling her inside. She’s pressed against my body now. Eve looks up at me with wide eyes.
“Don’t,” I warn her. “Don’t be fucking weird about it. Just relax and enjoy the body heat.”
I reach out for the stem of a champagne flute, handing it to her. I can smell her from here, a hint of orange blossom mixed with a strong waft of vodka. It makes me wonder exactly how many drinks it took to get her to follow me up to the roof.
She accepts the glass, staring up at me. Her face is flushed. If I’m not careful, she might slip from being drunk to being incoherent. I definitely don’t want that to happen. Tension has been building between us for days now.
This moment is supposed to be magical. I am going to do everything in my power to keep it that way.
“Carter?” she asks, biting her lower lip.
I pick up my glass, noticing the blush creeping across her cheeks. Smiling at that innocent display, I raise a brow. “Yes, Eve?”
Her cheeks turn a brighter red and the flush creeps down to her neck. “I spent the majority of my life under my father’s thumb. Lived in his house, followed his rules, listened to every word he said.”
I shift against her, putting my arm around her waist. “Isn’t that why you decided to move out here to Seattle? A fresh start, somewhere close to your brother? And far away from your dad?”
She bites her lip for a second, nodding. “Yes.” She breaks eye contact, gulping in a breath. “My point is… I’ve been a good girl for a very, very long time. And I don’t want that anymore. So…” She pins me with her blue-green gaze again. She looks incredibly earnest. “Will you be my first?”
It takes me far too long to understand what she means. “First? First what?”
Her cheeks burn. “I’m a virgin, Carter.”
For a second, I’m dumbfounded. My brows shoot up and my mouth opens.
She’s a virgin?
No fucking way. She graduated from college a virgin?
Electricity races through my head, creating a spray of sparks. The idea of spreading her out on my bed, stripping her bare, and being the first one to make her come… The first one to sink myself deep between her creamy thighs…
It literally causes my brain to glitch. I open my mouth to speak but no words come out.
What am I even supposed to say to that?
She shivers against my body. Her gaze turns hard as she stares at me. “Say something. Please.”
Instead of trying to talk, I bring my free hand up to knot in her nape. I bend her back a little and press my lips against hers; she’s as sweet as a vine-ripened berry, opening her mouth to me. I can taste the tang of lime as my tongue finds hers. She sighs ever so softly into my mouth, making me want to rip her pretty dress off and fuck her until I can’t move anymore.
Yes.
Kissing Eve is most erotic thing in the whole fucking world. She gasps and presse up onto her tiptoes, her arms curling around my neck and her fingers burying in my hair. I am desperate to get closer to her. Above our heads, fireworks shoot up into the night sky, exploding.
Dropping my champagne flute, I grab her ass and pull her up my body, encouraging her to wrap her legs around me. She gasps as I kiss her jaw, her neck, heading down to the cleavage that she has on display.
I hear the sound of people talking and laughing. My brain trips and stumbles over the fact they are approaching fast. Not that I give a shit if some strangers see Eve and I making out or anything. But it does remind me that most of the things I want to do to her require a stricter version of privacy.
It’s only when I h
ear a familiar rumble of male laughter that I freeze. Eve does too, then she pushes me away violently.
“Aiden,” she breathes, looking toward the door.
Sure enough, my half-brother emerges, one arm wrapped around his girlfriend Olivia. I stare at him, feeling… well, not ashamed exactly.
I refuse to be cowed into not finding Eve attractive. I mean, look at her. She’s fucking sexy.
But I do feel like I’m caught off guard.
Aiden sees both of us and raises his eyebrows. “I thought we would be the only ones up here.”
“Nope,” Eve blurts out a bit too loudly. “We beat you up here. To admire the fireworks and… stuff.”
Olivia wrinkles her nose, looking at the broken glass on the ground. “What happened?”
I shrug. “It was an accident.”
Olivia’s steady gaze lands on me. Her eyes narrow just a little bit, like she can smell my bullshit. “Uh huh.” She fans herself. “God, it’s so hot. Even up here, where you would think we would have a bit of a breeze or something.”
Eve glances at me guiltily. “You know what, Olivia? Why don’t we go downstairs and find an air conditioner to stand in front of? Your unborn baby will probably thank you for it.”
Olivia’s brows rise. Eve hasn’t exactly been over the top welcoming to her as far as I can tell.
“Sure?” Olivia says, her answer sounding like a question. She turns and hustles back toward the building.
Fuck. I glance at Eve, but she’s already turning away from me. It’s only then that I realize I never answered her question.
Will you be my first?
“Eve,” I call to her as she leaves.
She pauses, looking back, her expression questioning.
“Yes,” I tell her. She seems unsure for a second, then she lifts her brows.
“Ah!” She flushes anew. “Good.” She pauses, a little smirk appearing on her face. “I’ll text you later.”
My eyes narrow on her face. So close. So damned close.
