Sexy to Go Volume 3

by Unknown

  Hard as a damn rock.

  “Trigg.” She tangled her fingers through his hair while pressing small kisses along his jaw. Her breathing was as shallow as his own.

  “Audra, if we go forward —” Yes, please, go forward. “Remember this, I’m not this town. Your history here isn’t our history.”

  She wanted to believe him, he could see it in her eyes. But he also saw the doubt. Hesitancy.

  “Sweetheart. Let’s make new memories of this place. Better memories.”

  “Sexy memories.” Her eyes shining, she cupped his cheeks and stood on her toes to brush her lips against his mouth. “Make love to me, Trigg.”

  “For real? Not a dream.”

  “For real.”

  His mouth found hers as his hands ran down her spine before lifting her in his arms.

  Horizontal. They needed to stretch out, to lay beside each other. To explore.

  With her hands in his hair and her teeth nibbling his earlobe, he nearly stumbled. They weren’t going to make it to the bedroom. “Woman. You’re driving me mad.”

  She laughed, the sound rich and full of promise. Then she pressed her hands to his shoulders and pushed him until his back hit the wall next to the French doors. He growled and twisted to put her between him and the wall.

  With an arm around her waist, holding her to him, and his other hand flat on the wall, he dipped his head and took her mouth. Her tongue met his and one of her legs wrapped around his as she arched into him and slid her hands under his shirt.

  Her sweet hands on him.

  He rocked into her. “Take off your clothes.”

  “I warned you about ordering me around, Maddix.”

  Her breathy words, against his jaw, coiled inside him to tighten his already stiff cock. “What are you going to do about it?”

  Those hands of hers bunched his shirt between her fingers, shoved the material upwards, then she pressed her hot mouth to his nipple. He pushed into her mouth, and she sucked.

  Explode. If he didn’t stop her — “Audra.”

  Again she laughed. Low and husky. Full of intent.

  He let go of her, yanked off his shirt, reached for hers then tossed it behind him. Black lace cupped the creaminess of her breasts. He skimmed her sides with the flat of his palms, then the underside of her breasts and ran the pads of his thumbs over the material. Over her nipples.

  Her low moan echoed inside him.

  With her eyes half closed, full of heat and holding his gaze, she reached out and undid the snap on his jeans then eased the zipper down and ran her fingers over his underwear. Over him. She slipped her hand into the band of his underwear. “I’ve wanted to do this since last night.”

  “Who am I to deny you?” His fingers over hers, the material of his underwear between their hands, he wrapped her fingers around his cock.

  She squeezed.

  God. He rocked into her hand.

  “Condoms?” She brushed her mouth over his jaw.

  What? Oh, hell yes.

  She squeezed again.

  With her hand between them, he pressed her against the wall and nipped her earlobe. “Wallet. Back pocket.”

  “If you want me to fetch it, you’ll have to move.”

  “Like this?” He slid his hands down her sides, over her thighs, while his mouth lingered at the spot between her neck and shoulder.

  She shivered. “Not quite, but don’t stop.”

  “Hmmm.” He touched that spot with the tip of his tongue.

  She moaned as he skimmed his hands down her sides then between their bodies to undo her pants. While he did, she reached around him for his wallet.

  “We could take this upstairs.”

  “We could.” Her gaze holding his, she handed him his wallet. “Later.”

  “You’re sure?” No manipulation. Her choice.

  “Take your pants off, Maddix.” She pushed hers down her legs then kicked them aside. “I want you inside me.”

  “What the lady wants —” He pulled the condom out, shoved out of his pants and tossed his wallet on top of his jeans.

  Her fingers touched the underside of his penis, stroked his length. “— this lady is taking.”

  God, his hands shook. He tore the wrapper to get at the condom. She took it from him, then one slow motion at at time, rolled it over him.

  “You’re torturing me.”

  That low, throaty laugh.

  With a growl he took her mouth with his, rubbed his palms down her side to her hips and over her ass. He lifted her so that he fit perfectly at the apex of her legs with her hand tight around him. She hooked her heels behind him and tore her mouth away to stare at him.

  “Inside, Trigg.” Holding him, she widened her legs to rock her hips into him while she squeezed with her hand.

  “God, woman.”

  She let go, traced her fingers up his stomach and around his nipple, rubbed it between her thumb and finger, watching him with her hooded gaze.

  Take it slow. Slow. Make this last. His legs trembled.

  His gaze locked on hers, he thrust forward, penetrating with one deep stroke. And held. Completely still. Her eyes widened even as her hot dampness tightened around him. Slow. Her lashes fluttered but she held his gaze. He pulled back, almost out, held still again.

  “Trigg.” Her heels pressed into his ass as she rocked against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her lips took his. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and stroked in a hard, fast motion.

  Too much.

  His hips surged forward, pumping into her as she met him thrust for thrust, their tongues matching the motion of their bodies.

  Then she tore her mouth from his as her back arched. Her body contracted around him. Her thighs tightened as if to hold him in place. To stop him. But her moan washed over him, pulsed through him and his own orgasm took control. Her arms tight around him, she met his frenzy until there was nothing left.

  Their quick, shallow breathing echoed in his ears until, still inside her with her legs wrapped around him and her arms around his neck, he found the strength to ease down to the floor on his ass then lay back so she was straddling him, her knees on either side of his hips. “Next time we might want to try a bed.”

  “Or the couch.”

  “Or both.”

  “I kind of liked the wall.” She slid forward, her hands on his chest, her knees on the floor and her feet crossed over his knees, giving him an excellent view of the swell of her breasts over the black lace of her bra.

  Hell, yeah, he liked that wall. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “The floor could be a possibility, too.”

  Her smile lit her eyes.

  Long term just might be an option, after all.

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  Just a Bit of Fun

  By Sofia Grey

  Daisy

  Charlie was the eternal bachelor. The phrase “Shag and Move On” could have been coined by him, and probably was. When I first met him, he seemed too much of a gentleman to be such a player, and I wondered if the press had it all wrong, but then I saw the stream of women that trailed around after him.

  I’d been hired as nanny by Alex and Sylvie Hamilton, otherwise known as rock stars AJ and Sizz
le, and I looked after their toddler while they embarked on their current world tour. It was my dream job. At only twenty-two, I was travelling further than I could have imagined, chilling out with the rich and famous, and getting to know Charlie.

  He played rhythm guitar in the band, and had always been my favorite. Was it the combination of spiked blonde hair, green-brown eyes, and the dirtiest smile I’d ever seen? My old bedroom at my mums still had posters with Charlie’s face on them. He’d locked eyes with me once at a crowded, sweaty gig in Manchester, and flashed that smile, and I was a goner. I never, in a million years, would have imagined I’d get to meet him, let alone sleep with him.

  Getting to see him on a regular basis was definitely the highlight of my brilliant job.

  I guess it went in his favour that his ex’s still loved him. He couldn’t be all bad. Would I be classed as an ‘ex’? We’d slept together, just the once, following a drunken party. And I knew it would only be a one-off. Charlie was like quicksilver—impossible to hold on to.

  Maybe I could elevate myself from a one-nighter to a fuck-buddy? I travelled with the band, and that meant I was on hand and readily available.

  It wasn’t what I wanted.

  I wanted a proper relationship with him. Dates and hanging out together, cooking dinner together, sex obviously. And I wanted him to myself. It crucified me every time I saw him parading yet another beauty, in the full knowledge that she would be sharing his bed that night. I dreamed of being the one that tamed him. That he fell in love with.

  So the big question, the six-million-dollar-question: if I couldn’t have what I wanted, would I take what crumbs I could get?

  We’d been in New Zealand for a week, and finally had a couple of days downtime. Sylvie had given me the night off, and Charlie had suggested we go out somewhere. Together. I’d already been waiting half an hour, while trying to make myself look as though I was busy. Had he forgotten me? I’d already figured that appearing needy would be a complete turn-off.

  I perched on a stool in the kitchen and scrolled blankly through Facebook on my phone, unable to keep my mind away from that blissful night we hooked up. Alex and Sylvie had been holding a party, and since I’d only been working for them a few weeks, it was my first chance to actually speak to Charlie. I knew his reputation of course, but I hadn’t been prepared for the force of his charm. He’d danced with me, holding me close and fiddling with the spiky ends of my hair, declaring it felt softer than it looked. We’d both had plenty to drink, and any doubts I’d nurtured about getting involved with him had long since disappeared.

  He’d taken my hand and led me outside—it was the middle of winter and freezing—but with his arm wrapped around my shoulders I felt warm, tucked snugly into his body. Together we’d stumbled down the gravel track toward the nearby beach. It was madness. With only moonlight to guide us and the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore, we’d laughed like teenagers. And there, standing on the damp sand, he’d kissed me. Our bodies pressed so close together, I could hear his heart beating, feel his pulse beneath my fingers as I twined my hands around his neck.

  “I want you Daisy.”

  “Here?” I laughed aloud. “I’ve never done it on the sand before.” He pulled back slightly and grinned at me. I saw his white teeth in the dim light, and smelled the alcohol on his breath. He nuzzled at me, cold fingers sliding beneath my satin shirt.

  “Maybe on a warmer night. I wasn’t planning on frostbite.” He nibbled my earlobe. Electric shocks darted straight to my groin. “We could go somewhere warmer.”

  I nodded, and let my head fall back as I gave myself up to the delicious sensations from his lips. “Back to my room?”

  “Yes, please.” He delicately nipped the side of my throat and I was lost.

  We walked back to the house, hands entwined, but saying little. I feared that if I spoke, it would break the spell. Oh. My. God. I’d be shagging Charlie Jones. Anxiety bubbled in my chest. He was such a player, would he be disappointed with me?

  I’d had two boyfriends so far, and neither of them had been particularly adventurous. Shagging in the back of the car was as daring as I’d ever been. I knew I didn’t fit his usual type. I wasn’t skinny, blonde or a model. I didn’t wear inch-thick makeup, or have immaculate painted nails, and I liked my food.

  Maybe he wanted someone normal for a change? From the minute I closed my bedroom door behind us, he held me tightly in his arms and kissed me with an intensity that turned my knees to jelly.

  *

  “Hey.”

  The jingle of keys dragged me from my memories. Flustered, I looked up to see Charlie’s grin.

  “Come on, I’ve got us a car for tonight.” He led me outside to a four-door sedan, and opened the door for me, before sliding behind the wheel.

  “Where are we going? Am I dressed okay?” He’d warned me to dress casually. Accordingly I wore faded jeans, flat jewelled sandals and a shiny camisole top, carrying a lightweight cashmere cardigan in case I felt cool later.

  Charlie looked at me properly now, for the first time today. His eyes swept down my body, and lingered briefly on my chest before his smile increased a few notches. “Yeah,” he said softly. “You look very okay.”

  To my delight, he leaned across and claimed a kiss. A light, fleeting brush across my lips. My heart soared.

  “I’m tempted to skip dinner,” he murmured. “You look good enough to eat.”

  My muscles tightened at the prospect of what might happen later and I leaned into him for a more prolonged kiss. God. Just one touch of his lips and I was squirming in anticipation. The guys before Charlie paled in comparison.

  He broke off, and I sucked in a breath, my cheeks warming. He grinned at me. “I promised you dinner, and I don’t like to break my promises.” Charlie held my hand as we drove along and it felt as though I’d been branded by him. When he shifted his hand from my thigh, I expected to see a blazing mark where it had lain.

  I barely paid attention to the journey. I was lost in thought, remembering our night together.

  I’d expected Charlie - All-Night-Charlie according to his media nickname - to be a master lover. God knew he had plenty of experience. I’d imagined the full seduction, slow and intense, following a series of practised moves and techniques. Instead, he’d been almost nervous. He’d fumbled with my clothes, he’d snagged the zipper on his jeans, and then dropped the condom. I’d been so hot for him, so eager and excited. I’d cried out with joy when he thrust hard into me and groaned.

  He’d taken a breath, held still and then forcibly controlled his breathing. “I wanted this to be special, but you make me feel like a randy teenager.” His voice was hoarse. He seemed so turned on by me.

  I’d been half-in-love with Charlie for years, without him even knowing I existed. Would the reality of him be as good as my dreams?

  It was better.

  Way better.

  Off the scale better.

  Everything excited me. The clean, crisp woody scent of his skin. The callouses on his fingertips rasping against my nipples, and the strength of his fingers as they strummed my clit. His kisses, hot and demanding. And his cock. God.

  Real-Charlie smashed Imaginary-Charlie to dust.

  *

  “Hey? Daisy?” My attention snapped back to the present, and Charlie squeezing my fingers. “Do you like fish and chips?” He’d pulled up on the side of a quiet road. I hadn’t even noticed the car stopping.

  I stared, and tried to control the flush I knew was spreading across my cheeks. Swallowing, I spoke as calmly as I could manage. “I’m from Manchester. I was brought up on fish and chips.”

  He laughed and kissed the palm of my hand, his eyes never leaving my face. “I’m told this little hut does the best in Wellington. Shall we see?”

  Okay. It wasn’t the fancy restaurant dinner I’d been expecting, but he’d said to dress casually. He kept hold of my hand as we walked in and placed our orders, and we emerged a short time later w
ith a big bundle of paper wrapped food. Charlie said he had plans for where we’d be eating, and we climbed back into the car.

  A short drive up the hill, along a coastal lane and then he parked, close to the edge of a long, curving beach. Leaning into the back of the car, he produced a cooler—it made a chinking noise—and a picnic blanket. With the bag slung over his shoulder and the blanket under his arm, he picked his way down a steep flight of wooden steps to the sand. I followed, clutching our dinner.

  We settled on the blanket, cold beers opened and hot food in front of us, Charlie leaned across and kissed me again. “I thought we could watch the sun set.”

  I looked out to sea, where the sun was still high in the sky. “What time will that be?”

  His face was only inches from mine. “Nine-ish.”

  I licked my lips. “That’s ages away.” It was a struggle to speak coherently with him so close.

  “I know.” His eyes were full of mischief. “I might have to cuddle you to keep warm. Once we’ve eaten of course.”

  I grinned back, perfectly happy. Never mind the posh restaurant, what could be more intimate than spending the evening lying on the sand with him? I would enjoy our date and make the most of every last minute I had him.

  Charlie

  For the first time in my life, a woman had confused me. Daisy and I had screwed after a party, and it should have been a typical drunken-one-night-stand. But man, it’d been amazing. So good that I’d considered staying in bed with her, instead of slipping away in the dead of night, and I’d been running wild and loose for weeks after.

  Tonight was our first time alone since then. I wanted to figure out just what it was about Daisy that had tied me in knots, and then move on.

  I shouldn’t be with her, I knew that. Apart from being ten years younger than me, she was too innocent, and not in any way equipped for the fast and loose lifestyle I adored. Daisy would make some guy an excellent girlfriend. She was easy to talk to, and we’d had an honest-to-God conversation as we ate our food.

  Her soft voice broke into my thoughts. “Is Alex angry that I’ve gone out with you?”