Tempt Me: A First Class Romance Collection

by Jessica Hawkins

  Her command is followed in a streak of speed I’m proud of. I settle against the pillow with my arms crossed behind me. Sutton’s slow perusal is full of appreciation that has my cock twitching. She crawls over me, straddling my lap. I remain still underneath her. Handing over the reins has never suited me, but Sutton is different. In every conceivable way.

  She leans forward, her long hair creating a canopy around us. Her lips press over mine with a tender touch. I arch into her for more and she smiles against me.

  “Be patient,” she whispers.

  Now she wants to go slow? All right, I can play. I lower myself down and let her lead.

  She trails a path of kisses down my throat, leading to my collarbone, and aiming lower. “What do you like, Gray?”

  “You, touching me. Anything you do.”

  Her tongue flicks my nipple and I nearly bust from that alone. Keeping a lid on my arousal is going to test all limits. She continues her descent along my body, licking a scorching path across my abs and wickedly lower. One palm roams down and cups my balls. The fingers of her other hand wrap around my shaft. She hasn’t used her mouth yet and I’m already leaking.

  Sutton peeks up from her post with molten fire swirling in those baby blues. “I want to taste you.”

  Does she need permission? I part my lips with a jerky nod. But words aren’t needed. In the next beat, she’s licking at my tip.

  “Christ,” I mumble. “You’re my fantasy, Sutt.”

  She swirls around my cock, faster with each pass. Her tongue is wet velvet against my steel. I prop up on my bent elbows, watching her devour me. Aside from her smile, this is the hottest view I’ve had the pleasure of seeing. I can officially die happy. Her mouth is my nirvana.

  I try to relax in a reclined position, but that’s impossible. She’s a lit matchstick and gasoline to the flaming lust burning me up. I wanted to take care of her. This is the other way around. My head is spinning over what she’s doing to me. I’m dizzy and disoriented without moving. Sutton finds a smooth rhythm, gliding her lips down my length and slowing drawing up. Damn, she’s good and I’m instantly hooked. I’ll never get enough of this.

  On the next upward spiral, she releases me with a pop. Unbridled yearning reflects at me. “Show me what gets you off, Gray. I want to learn.”

  I lift my hips. “You’re already doing it.”

  Sutton kisses my tip, not taking me in. “Teach me.”

  I’m not going to argue with that. My dick demands release and is ruling above brain functioning. I clutch a fistful of hair and guide her deeper. This change in angle allows her to take more of me. The impending orgasm curls at the tail of my spine, trying to break loose. I grit my teeth and force the release to recede.

  “Fuuuuuuuck.” The guttural growl rips from my throat. “Just like that, beautiful.”

  She hums in response, her lips suctioning full force around me. The vibrations in her throat zap straight to my balls. Telltale heat spreads through my lower half. I try to pull her off me.

  “Baby, I’m gonna come.”

  A muffled groan is all I get in return. Sutton doesn’t stop. Instead, she hollows her cheeks and sucks me to the base. Fuck. Yes. My girl isn’t messing around by showing off her lack of a gag reflex. I buck my hips, striking the deepest point possible. She swallows and that’s all the trigger I need. Warmth shoots out of me in spurts while I try to remain conscious. The edges of my vision get hazy. I’m going to pass the fuck out from a blowjob.

  I come to my senses moments later, sagging against the mattress with the purest form of pleasure coursing through me. The grin Sutton is wearing says it all. I would clap if my arms would cooperate. There was no end of the line when it came to my desire for her. I want to savor her. Explore every inch over hours, throughout the night. She licks her swollen lips and purrs.

  Oh, it’s on now. I scoop under her arms and flip us so she’s tucked underneath me. Sutton blinks up at me. Her mouth forms an adorable circle.

  I give her a cocky smirk. “Your turn.”

  18

  Sutton

  Happy something #178: Two broken halves becoming a whole.

  An unmistakable smoldering roars to life inside of me. There’s a thundering that won’t be silenced, not after this. My need for this man borders on desperate. The feeling clings to me as a second skin. I’ve always been ready for him. And he’s finally hovering above me with our bodies locked in place.

  I drift my palms up Grady’s bulky arms, over those sculpted shoulders, and pause against his strong neck. “That was a smooth move, Gray.”

  He ghosts his nose along mine. “Are you impressed?”

  “Very.” My lower half rises to his on instinct.

  “You’re so sexy, Sutt. The things I want to do are indecent.” There’s no disputing his words. His desire prods at me. “Tell me to stop.”

  I toss my hair. “Never.”

  He shudders out a breath. “I’ll never deserve you, but fighting us is no longer an option.”

  “It never should have been in the first place,” I argue with a raspy exhale.

  “Then to the gutter we both go.” Grady kisses me, so soft and gentle. How could he ever believe that his intentions are otherwise?

  “So long as we’re together,” I murmur.

  “Indeed.”

  His lips meet the sensitive spot behind my ear and trace the column of my throat. He’s being so sweet and attentive. I couldn’t ask for better, especially for this. His dirty mouth was a delicious treat, though. Maybe I’ll get a taste of that later.

  Grady lightly snaps the strap of my bra, silently encouraging me to lift. I bow into him without hesitation. He reaches under me and flicks the clasp open with deft fingers. Satin and lace hit the floor after a quick toss. Grady wastes no time exploring my bare breasts. I gasp when he plucks a peaked nipple.

  “You’re stunning,” he groans into my cleavage.

  Sweat speckles my hairline, the temperature seeming to skyrocket. I’m feverish and restless and coiling with hot-blooded lust. This teasing will be the end of me. Air wheezes in and out of my lungs too fast. My tongue is sticky and useless, making speech difficult.

  Somehow I manage to force a question past the pooling saliva. “What’re you gonna do with me, now that we’re in this position?”

  Grady grinds his hips into mine. He’s so hard against me, exactly where I need him. “I think you can guess. But first,” his big body begins sliding downward, “I want you on my tongue.”

  I dig my nails into his biceps, halting the promising descent. “No.”

  He blinks emerald smoke at me. “Why not? Didn’t hear you complaining earlier. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

  “That was different,” I complain.

  “Hmmm,” he growls into the crook of my shoulder. “Has your hunger been sated?”

  A torch blazes across my face. I squirm in his hold. He doesn’t allow me to move a millimeter. That doesn’t stop me from wiggling. “I want you inside of me.”

  “What happened to being patient?” He nips at my chin.

  “I’ve waited long enough, Gray.” With a few calculated twists of my hips, I begin lowering my panties.

  He gets the message and removes the whisper of silk from between my thighs. The flat of his palm presses to my stripped center. I can feel the wetness that welcomes him there. The very essence of me is on display and prepared for his taking. Grady’s answering groan has me automatically wrapping my legs around him.

  “I’m ready for you. Take the empty away.” I clutch at his forearms for an anchor of support.

  Something naughty flashes in his light gaze. I curl my toes and latch onto him with an unrelenting grip. Grady smirks and takes advantage.

  “I’m gonna make you scream my name, Sutt. Louder than before.” A single digit skims a line down my seam. “I’m gonna show you everything that’s been missing. What I’ve been foolish enough to deny us.” He pinches my clit with the slightest pressure. I
bow into him for more. “I’m gonna make sure you’re always mine.”

  I guess that filthy side of him needed encouragement. I’m more than happy to oblige. “Show me.”

  He circles my opening with the tip of his finger. I push into his touch and he withdraws. The whine that trips out of me is almost pitiful. “Please, Gray.”

  The slow torture continues. “I love hearing you beg for me. It’s a huge turn on.”

  “Please, please, please,” I chant.

  “Positive? I’m gonna defile you, Sutt.”

  My head knocks into his pec as I nod. “Why does that sound so hot?”

  “You have no fucking idea.” His voice is a ragged guarantee I want to hear on repeat.

  I feel him there, nudging at my untried entrance. The need to tell him tickles my lips. I peek my tongue out, set on spilling the truth. An avalanche of emotion threatens to bury me. I flinch, just barely. Grady notices. A deep groove cuts between his brows.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to witness the unease reflecting at me. “Will it hurt?”

  He goes utterly still on top of me. When his emerald eyes clash with mine, a storm is brewing. “Please tell me that question is due to the size of my dick.”

  I gulp at the thorny ball blocking my throat. “You’re very huge.” I grip the boulder of muscle in his shoulder. “Everywhere.”

  “Sutt, please tell me you didn’t save yourself for me.”

  I blink at the stab of pain in his tone. “Yes, I did.”

  Grady places a delicate kiss on my bottom lip, granting similar affection to the top, ending with a sensual press that covers my entire mouth. “You’re too good for me. I’ll never measure up.”

  This big mountain of a man. He’s still so unsure. I’ll make it my life goal to prove his worth and pump confidence into him. But first, we need to cross this final line.

  “That’s for me to decide.” I cross my ankles behind his ass and urge him into me.

  Grady studies me with a caution clouding his features. I gently rub my hands over the wide range of his back. Straining tension melts off his body. The murky chaos clears from his stare, replaced with raw vulnerability. He lowers his forehead to mine.

  “I love you, Sutt. So damn much,” he murmurs against my lips.

  Moisture blurs my vision with stinging heat. “I love you, Gray. Always.”

  “I’m gonna destroy us both.” With a palm against my tailbone, he pushes into me. “But I’m too far gone to care.”

  His mouth locks over mine, tongues gliding together in a mutual vow of forever. He punches through that final barrier separating us. A rush of air hisses between my clenched teeth. Grady doesn’t pause, and I’m thankful. My body stretches with a slight burn to accommodate his intrusion. I arch and shift in an attempt to alleviate the hurt. His large body trembles on top of mine. When he’s seated to the hilt inside of me, I’m irrevocably his.

  “Mine. You’re finally fucking mine,” he rasps at my temple.

  “Yes,” I answer into the groove of his neck.

  He pauses. “Are you okay?”

  “Don’t stop.” I rock into him. “I’m good, great even.” The intimate connection we’re solidifying makes up for any slice of agony.

  “I take back my earlier thought.” He kisses along my cheekbone.

  I furrow my brow. “What was that?”

  “When your mouth was around me, I thought it couldn’t get better. I would die happy after being between your lips. But I was wrong. Because this, Sutt?” He plunges in with a smooth glide. “I would’ve missed out on heaven.”

  “We’re made for each other.” I’ve always known, but this proves my theory.

  “You’re perfect,” he adds.

  “For you.” I lift my knees to the bottom of his ribs, allowing him to sink deeper.

  Grady’s strokes are slow and careful, sliding in and out of me in measured thrusts. The prick of discomfort recedes after a few passes. I inhale spicy pine mixed with a salty kick. A serum of tingling bliss hums in my veins. I can definitely get used to this.

  The room floods with our harsh breaths. He rolls his hips into mine, ratcheting me higher toward the sky. A rush of soothing heat twitches my fingertips. My skin is hypersensitive, every touch a jolt of pleasure.

  I’ve pictured this too many times. My imagination didn’t do us justice. Him inside of me, hard and pulsing, could never be replicated. Every fiber of my being claws at him with a bone-deep desperation.

  “Never believed I’d have anything this good.” Grady sucks on my earlobe, his panting breaths infusing me.

  I twine my fingers in the hair at his nape. “It’ll always be this way.”

  He nibbles at my jaw. “So damn amazing.”

  The bed creaks beneath us as Grady speeds up. He fills me to the brink of ecstasy. With another grind against me, a burst of white steals my sight. A spasm erupts in my core and I clamp around him. Grady groans, his sleek rotations becoming jerky.

  The chords in his neck bulge. “Can’t hold off much longer, Sutt.”

  I’m already teetering. Finishing the job won’t take much. I dip two fingers between us. My clit is overly sensitive and screaming for attention. When I hit that needy bundle, an electric charge bolts straight to my toes. A few quick swipes and I’m gone.

  The explosion is swift and powerful. I’m a seizing mass of wracking limbs and flexed muscles. A blanket of the softest velvet embraces me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can hear garbling nonsense.

  At the last possible second, Grady jerks out of me. Warmth spills across my stomach and chest. I can’t help feeling marked, branded by this man. I’m almost shocked to find how much that thought gets me buzzing.

  He drops onto me with a sputtering groan. The mess is our problem now. I comb through his sweaty hair, sweeping the wet strands away. My palm lingers and wanders to his cheek. He leans into my touch with a sigh.

  “Hey, Gray.”

  His laugh jostles us on the mattress. “I love you so much, Sutt.”

  I kiss his nose. “Love you.”

  Grady rolls off of me, dragging my spent body into his. I’m warm and comfortable, satisfied in a way romance novels preen about. The afterglow is no joke. Within moments, I find myself drifting in some half-conscious state.

  “Want to help me with something?” He slips his fingers through mine.

  I snap into awareness with a slight shake. “Anything.”

  “I’ve always wondered if my shower is big enough for two.”

  I press my lips to his throat. “Thought you’d never ask.”

  19

  Grady

  Happy something #6: A sense of belonging. What is that, anyway? Maybe I’ll get the chance to find out.

  I wrench off my helmet and grab the hat stashed under the rear cushion. After tugging it on, I swing my leg over the bike and stay put. The possibilities of what awaits beyond those walls is daunting. Avoidance is my faithful sidekick. I keep my ass glued to the leather seat as different scenarios pound into me.

  There’s a rampant fever raging through me on a constant basis. It’s been a week since I stole Sutton’s cherry. The shock hasn’t worn off. A tremor rattles my hands just thinking about her beneath me, or in the dozen positions we’ve tried since. I swore to myself she was destined for better. She seems to think we’re fated. That girl hasn’t quit believing in me, no matter how hard I’ve tried to convince her otherwise. It’s about damn time I truly get on board. I’ve been spending the past month, or more like fifteen years, thanking whatever greater power is watching out for me. Being graced with the privilege of calling her mine isn’t a happy something I’ll ever take for granted.

  But my boots remain glued to the concrete. Why am I being such a pansy?

  This beige house with red shutters is one of the few comforts I have in this world. I’ve been invited inside on countless occasions. There’s no reason to be nervous, other than the explicit fact that our dynamic has shifted in a major way. B
arry made mention of Sutton and me as a couple. Does he still feel the same? Will they truly accept me? Once I cross that threshold, questions will need answering.

  The development of our relationship hangs heavy in the balance. I can almost feel the scale tipping against my favor. Blaming the delay on getting swamped at work or being a chicken shit coward is the easy way out. But I’m man enough to admit my fear of rejection. Not only from the family who raised me, but the girl who owns my heart and every happy something. I refuse to trap Sutton with me if Alice and Barry deem me unworthy.

  I’ve tried convincing myself to not give a shit. It’s easy enough to do—to the point of habit—with every other aspect in my life. That’s not possible where these people are concerned. They’re the only ones I care about. Their opinion and approval means everything to me. I’ve been good enough to be Jace’s friend and a loyal farm hand around their property. That’s a far cry from dating their daughter.

  Our love has to be strong enough. I’m twenty feet tall when it’s just the two of us. My girl has a way of boosting me up when others try knocking me over. She’s always been great at that. After seven days of keeping her to myself, it was time to be a respectable man and face the folks. She finally convinced me to come over for family dinner, like the old days. This is how I find myself lingering outside of her parents’ house.

  The front door opens, revealing Sutton with a beaming smile aimed at me. Her dark hair glitters under the fluorescent lamp. Damn, she’s beautiful. “Thought I heard you pull up. What’re you doing out here?”

  I straighten off my bike. “Just thinking.”

  She shuffles forward and leans against the railing. “About?”

  “Being here.” I wipe off my clammy palms and release a long breath.

  Sutton’s sigh can be heard from across the yard. “Gray, give me a hug.”

  My feet are moving before she’s done talking. I’ll never refuse her. Five quick strides and she’s tucked in my arms. I press my face into her hair, feasting on coconut and strawberries. “Missed you, Sutt.”