by Jordan Marie
Her hands move up my body slowly and link behind my neck. “I’m holding,” she whispers right before she brings her lips back to mine. I capture them, sucking on them, moaning at the burst of flavor that hits my tongue—strawberries from her lip gloss, and a sweetness in flavor that reminds me of sugar and candy. It’s a taste I associate solely with CC now, a taste that has become my one addiction.
A taste I have to get more of.
Her tongue wraps around mine, mating with it and feeling so perfect that I groan. Never. Never has a woman got to me the way that CC continually does. That means something, I’m sure, but right now, I don’t have the energy or the spare brain cells to think about it.
“We need you out of these damned clothes,” I mutter when we break away and I finally drag air back into my lungs. She grins at me, her hands going to unbutton her pants.
“Let me down,” she breathes. My fingers tighten into her ass, automatically fighting the command. I don’t want her out of my arms. Where CC is concerned, I find I react very much like a caveman. “Gray,” she whimpers, her hips thrusting against me. Need is heavy in her voice. “I want to feel my skin against yours” she says, and her words somehow seep through the fog in my brain. The same brain that is insisting I take her, but is too lust-filled to work out the logistics.
I gather her one last time against my body, angling and tilting her so that her pussy is aligned perfectly with my dick and then I grind into her. Even through our clothes, I know she can feel how hard and ready I am. I want her to know exactly what she’s doing to me. Her hands have moved and I can feel her nails bite into my back as she struggles to remain tightly pressed against me—not wanting to let go—just like me. Finally, she takes control and pushes away from me and I’m forced to set her on the floor. My hands feel empty and I’m tempted to keep one hand on her as she undresses, except I need my own clothes out of the way. I immediately go to work unbuttoning my pants and shoving them down my body. I kick them somewhere, not really giving a fuck. I’m just thankful I had the foresight to take off my shoes when I first got here.
When I look back up, CC has already undressed except for her bra and panties: little pieces of dark blue silk that cling to her body and highlight her creamy white skin perfectly. I didn’t take the time to admire her body the first time we were together. That night was a haze of lust and the buzz of alcohol. This is different. The lust is still here, but I’m stone cold sober and the truth is: I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman. Everything about her is perfect from the way her hips curve out into an hourglass figure to the perfect rise of her breasts. Her breasts move with every hard breath she takes and overfill her silky bra. Breasts that are perfect and mine to play with.
I drop to my knees in front of her without a second thought. I’ve had a lifetime of making women get on their knees to please me. This is just another thing that sets CC apart.
“Gray?” she whispers.
Her hands go to my shoulders. They feel small against the muscles there—small but perfect. My arms go around her, pulling her into me, and I kiss her stomach. Warm, soft skin brushes against my lips and I taste her delicate, sugary sweetness with a kick of something that hits my system and grabs hold of me like nothing before—and, I fear, nothing after. Pure CC.
“Shh…” I quiet her, letting my lips trail down the small area to the rim of her panties and breathe in the scent of her desire. Slowly, I push her panties down, revealing her pussy to me. I kiss down one hip and then the other. Greedy woman that CC is, her fingers curl into my hair and she does her best to pull me tight against her. I resist, but only because I plan on showing her who exactly is in charge. I push her underwear down, letting them pool at her ankles. “Step out of them, sweetheart,” I encourage her, moving my hands along the backs of her legs. Once she does, I push my head between her legs. She widens her stance for me, but growls in frustration when I don’t immediately give her what she wants. Instead, I find myself kissing along the side of her knee, tasting the skin there. The taste is much the same as her sweet lips with just a hint of salty flavor mixed in. I run my tongue along her thigh, moving closer to the center of her—the part where we both want my mouth. I know she feels the same because of the way she’s trying to ride the side of my head, thrusting that sweet pussy towards me. She’s hot and full of desire. I’m going to make sure I give her exactly what she wants… except it’ll be at my pace.
I capture a small bite of her thigh between my lips, sucking on it. I make a mark there. I can tell by the small pop when I release suction, and I love the look of her darkened red skin almost as much as the hiss of breath she releases above me. I move my tongue over the skin, licking it, and rewarding it for taking my mark.
“Gray… son…”
CC uses my full name, stopping halfway to moan so it comes out broken in half and something about that grabs hold of me. It makes me feel powerful that I’m doing this to her. It’s my touch, my lips, me who is making her let go of her control. Since I’ve been in Kentucky, one thing is clear to me CC rarely lets down her guard or gives up control, yet she does both of those things with me. Both.
I nibble up her thigh, pulling just enough to let her know I’m there and what I’m doing. It’s not designed for anything other than teasing. My hands clench against the backs of her thighs as I bite a little harder, pulling the skin out this time before letting go completely and kissing away the sting.
“Gray, please,” she whispers.
Her voice is hoarse and threaded with passion. I growl, giving in to the pleading in her voice and my own desire to taste her.
I shift so that I’m facing her. I look up and those green eyes are liquid pools, shining so bright they might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I keep my eyes locked on her even as I bring my hands up her legs and use each thumb to pull apart the lips of her juicy little cunt. The liquid proof of her hunger has the swollen lips of her pussy coated slick and wet. I flatten my tongue to lick it up, all the while watching her. Her taste literally explodes in my mouth. I’d forgotten it. It’s haunted me, and yet there’s no way I could have recalled just how good it is. It’s sweet, tangy, earthy… CC.
The small taste does nothing but spur me on. I slide my tongue inside, still holding it flat and licking from the bottom all the way to the swollen nub that pulsates at the top. CC’s head goes back and she moans. Her legs quake, but smart woman that she is, she uses the wall to hold herself up. I lash my tongue against her clit, feeling more of her juices drip onto my tongue, and I greedily suck it all in. CC is moaning now, looking down and trying to watch everything I’m doing. Her own hands go to her breasts as she teases her nipples, helping to build her own pleasure. If there’s one thing about CC that I love the most, it’s the fact that she’s not shy. She takes what she wants and she doesn’t back away from showing me what she enjoys. But then, I know what she likes.
With that thought in mind, I push her slightly so she knows to put more weight on the wall. I brace my hand on one of her thighs, then lift her other leg and hike it over my shoulder. That move brings her pussy impossibly close. Her cream, her scent… it’s smothering me as she’s basically sitting on my face now. She’s so hungry for more, she’s thrusting down on my face, crying out because the way I have her now has opened her up and left her vulnerable to my every lick, my every touch.
“Shit…” she whispers above me. I smile, pushing up on her body and moving my face down. I stiffen my tongue so I can push it inside of her, licking the walls I’m going to be thrusting into and widening with my cock. My dick is hard enough to pound nails. I can’t remember being so ready to explode. I can feel pre-cum slithering down the side of my shaft and balls. I need to finish her off like this and get inside of her before this is over.
I reluctantly take my tongue out of her sweet little hole, I’m enjoying toying with. CC whines in dislike too, and that makes me smile. To reward her, I take two of my fingers and run them through her juices, not stopping unti
l I can manipulate her clit with them.
“You like that, sweetheart?” I ask her, letting my warm breath tease her pussy even more.
“God, yes… You have a magic tongue, Gray.”
“Is that so?” I ask her, grinning as I use my fingers to push against her clit. It immediately plumps up against my fingers, pulsing hard. She’s close to coming.
“Oh, hell. Do that again,” she demands, trying to grind down even harder on my face. I pinch her clit this time, pulling on it just to add to the sensations. CC’s hands pull my hair so tight, if I don’t get her off soon, I may have a few bald spots. Time to stop messing around. I let my fingers glide back down her pussy, coming together just as I reach her entrance. I dance them around the opening, watching as her breath comes in ragged bursts.
“I’m going to make you come, CC. And then when I’m done, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk,” I warn her. I think she might be beyond talking rationally because she’s thrusting down on me, her body trembling.
“Gray, please,” she pleads. The words are weak and hunger for more pulsates in every syllable. What man could resist?
I thrust two fingers inside of her, going as deep as I can go. At the same time, my tongue goes back to licking on her clit. CC cries out above me, her sweet cream bathing my face as she pushes down on me, and rides. I give her what she wants, letting her control the way her clit moves against my tongue. Her thighs tighten up against my face. She rides me hard and fast trying to get her orgasm. I thrust my fingers in and out of her, pulling them apart and stretching her walls as she sucks them deeper into her depths. Heaven. So wet and hot… tight. I can barely keep my wits about me as I think of getting my dick inside of her. I pull her harder against me, eating that sweet cunt as much as I can. Just as I angle my fingers to scrape against her walls, I suck her clit in my mouth and hold it while thrusting into her over and over—pounding her pussy with my hand. It doesn’t take a minute before she’s crying out her release and coming all over my fingers and face, her entire body shaking. I keep up my actions until she’s ridden the orgasm as far as she can and she’s brokenly saying my name over and over. My name. I feel a sense of pride in that. Finally, I kiss against her clit and the inside of her thighs, while slowing my strokes with my hand to a very leisurely pace. This allows her to come back down to earth, but not completely settle.
“Damn,” she says. “I thought our weekend would be hard to top, but…”
I pull away to look at her. Her eyes are glazed, but she’s looking down at me and smiling.
I bring my hand down, hating the fact that I’m leaving her body, even knowing I’ll soon be sunk inside of it. I stroke my cock a few times. My hand and fingers are covered in CC’s cum. I allow the liquid to slide over my cock, painting it in the woman I’m going to fuck into oblivion soon. I squeeze the head tight, trying to beat back my own fucking climax. That’s not going to happen until I at least get back inside of her for a few minutes.
“Ready for round two?” she asks, even though she’s still breathless.
Did I mention she’s perfect?
“More than ready. Time for you to move that cute ass of yours to the bed.”
“I thought you wanted to take me against the wall?” She grins, moving away from me and all but hopping backwards on the bed. Her hands go behind her and she wraps each one around one of the wood bed posts on the headboard. She slowly spreads her legs, daring me to come aboard.
“I will. Right now, I plan on sinking balls-deep inside of you.”
She lets go with one of her hands to reach across to her nightstand drawer. She blindly feels around and then comes out with two condoms, tossing them at me.
“Safety first?” I grin, grabbing one and tearing it open with my teeth.
“I’m a safety girl,” she agrees, her eyes following me as I slide the latex over my dick.
“I like that about you,” I tell her, positioning my cock at her entrance.
“You do?” she asks, bringing her eyes back to me.
“It’s one of the many things I like about you, Cooper,” I tell her, and before she can give me some smartass reply, I push inside of her, bracing myself over her body and not stopping until I’m balls-deep and my cock is pushed in so fucking far she’s completely filled.
“Fuck,” she huffs as a giant breath leaves her body.
“You okay?” I ask, needing to make sure before I continue.
“Just being reminded how those internet sites weren’t exaggerating when they were talking about your nine iron.”
I’ve always hated that garbage, even if I did enjoy the ladies who helped give me the reputation as the golf stud packing nine inches of steel.
“Nine? I must demand a reprint. It’s more like twelve,” I joke, starting to move inside of her.
“Now who’s embellishing?”
“You think so?”
“I was guessing around ten,” she says, starting to adjust to the rhythm I’m setting.
“Silly woman. I will make it my mission to prove you wrong,” I groan.
After that, neither of us can talk because she’s squeezing my cock inside of her and my balls are so tight, I know my orgasm is close and there’s no fucking way I’m going to come unless she does again. So I set my mind to that. Right now, that’s all that matters.
Later, I’ll think about how it’s possible that CC manages to give me the best sex I’ve ever had and still make me laugh at the same time. Much later.
18
CC
“Tell me again why we have to get up from here?” I whine, curling under the covers. It’s been two days… two glorious days since I let Gray back in my bed. Two days in which we’ve been boinking like rabbits. My body is sore in the most delicious places. I’m fast becoming addicted to having him around, which is probably bad. It’s also why I’m whining about not wanting to get out of bed.
“Because you are having lunch with your friend today and I have that meeting with Riverton.”
“That name isn’t allowed in my bed,” I grumble, running my hand from the top of his chest down his stomach, loving the heated skin and soft masculine feel of him. All man. That’s who Grayson Lucas is, and what a man. I feel every feminine thing in me stretch and purr just looking at that smile on his beautiful face.
“Will you tell me the history between you and… the ones who shall not be named?” He grins. I want to keep the happy in the room, but I swear, one thought of Cammie and her father nearly sucks it all out. It’s not Gray’s fault. He has no idea the can of worms that are the Rivertons. I wish I didn’t.
“That’s a long, horrid story, one that would ruin my good after-sex mood.”
“Humor me,” he says, pulling me into his warm body. I drape my leg over him, his heated body feels as if it’s branding my leg. His fingers sift through my curls, and my eyes close. This. Just like this, being here with Gray, is as close as I’ve ever come to perfect. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to talk. All I want is to lie here and soak up this feeling and hold it close so that I can remember it years from now.
“Believe it or not, there was once a time when Cammie and I were good friends.”
“Yeah, I’m not buying that. You two are way too different.”
“Well, it was the second grade,” I correct, and he laughs.
“Now that makes sense.”
“Yeah we were friends up until the fifth grade.”
“What happened in the fifth grade?” Gray asks, sounding distracted.
I look up and can see him from my peripheral vision playing with my hair, combing through it and then bending down. A second later, I feel a light kiss on the top of my head. I close my eyes and savor that feeling. I’m going to be honest. Banger was an amazing man, but he wasn’t very demonstrative. I can’t remember getting kisses or hugs growing up. Heaven knows my mother wasn’t one to do that. Banger… well, I always knew he loved me. That was never a question, but he wasn’t really th
e hugging or kissing type. The closest he came was hugging me and slapping me on the back when I rebuilt my first engine. It purred like a kitten when he tried it out. He half hugged me and half gave me an approving slap and told me he was proud of me. I felt like I hung the moon. So, Gray doing this now feels… strange and good. Very good. Too good.
“You with me?” he prompts me when I get lost in my thoughts.
“Cammie’s mother learned of our friendship.”
“And?”
“And that was it. Her daughter couldn’t fraternize with someone below their standing in the neighborhood.”
“What a bitch. I’m suddenly glad that’s one Riverton I haven’t met.”
“Yeah, Cammie’s parents divorced a while back. Davina moved to Paris with some shipping tycoon. She didn’t want Cammie.”
“Shit, that’s rough.”
“Yeah. Some mothers shouldn’t have kids,” I agree, but I’m thinking completely about my own mother.
“I’m sorry,” he says, and I shrug off his concern, feeling my face heat. I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me. I especially don’t want them to know how much my mother’s actions hurt me.
“Anyway, once Cammie realized she shouldn’t be seen with someone who was beneath her, that pretty much ended our friendship.”
“That’s it? I could have sworn there was more animosity than that between the two of you.”
“Well, add in high school, us liking some of the same boys, years of resentment and a few other spices, and you have a recipe for disaster.”
“Women are just too fucking complicated.”
“This is why I prefer to hang around men.”
“Well, that’s one thing I can be glad of,” he says, flipping me over until he has me pinned on the mattress and he’s leaning over me. “Being a man, I can tell you, Cooper, that I’m glad you prefer hanging around me too,” he whispers, bending down and placing a small kiss on my chin and then slowly moving along the main bone in my jawline. He’s cupping my face with his hands, his thumb brushing against my skin, and he’s holding me so gently I could get lost in the feelings he awakens inside of me.
