by K. L. Jessop
“What are you doing out here? Is everything okay?”
When I reach him, I push up on to my tiptoes and trail my hands up the inside of his shirt. His warm skin and the cut muscles of his torso have my nipples pressed against the thin layer of my lace bra, desperate for his touch. His hands find my waist, and when his mouth lowers to mine, I press against it, the fire that is already burning within me roaring to life.
He lets me lead, holding me close as our tongues collide in a slow, deep dance that has his heart beating rapidly under my palm. The groan that leaves the back of his throat wraps around every nerve ending in my body and entices me. The fire between us becomes an inferno, the ache between my thighs dangerous. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone, and I know that once I give myself to him completely, he will steal my heart for all eternity.
Like a doll, I’m lifted effortlessly, wrapping my legs around him before I’m pressed against the side of his truck. His large palms cup my ass as he presses his hips against me, grinding his erection into me to draw out a moan.
“Wet,” I whisper as his mouth drags along my jaw. “I’m really. Fucking. Wet. Just like you wanted.”
He growls, crashing his mouth on mine and taking the lead this time. The power behind this man’s kiss takes my breath away every time. He’s both loving and hungry. Possessive and gentle. I’d happily kiss him like this every day for as long as I live if I can’t have anything else.
“Oh, wow,” I breathe, pulling back to look at him, loving the flicker in his blue eyes that catch in the moonlight.
“This is some welcome home.”
I chuckle. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too. Sorry I took a little longer than I planned.”
“You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”
“How’s your dad?”
“Looking tired, but that could be down to the fun we had this afternoon.”
“Yeah? Whatcha get up to?” I adore the way he’s fascinated in every little thing I do, despite how trivial it may be. I could read paragraphs out of my textbooks, and I know without even searching, that his eyes would be on me, focused, composed, and taking me in like it’s the first time he’s ever laid eyes on me.
“Bubble painting. The paint got everywhere, and I’ve honestly never laughed so much or seen my dad react the same way.”
“I’m glad you two had fun.”
“Me too. But now, I’m ready to have some fun with you.”
He grins. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” I lean in and briefly place my lips to his, “Waiting for you has driven me crazy.”
“And as much as I love the way you’ve just proven that in your kiss, I’m not happy with the fact you’ve been out here in the dark on your own.”
I smile, trailing my finger down his jaw and whisper, “Ever the protector.”
“Always, when it comes to you.”
His tongue runs along my bottom lip before I grant him access. As our tongues dance, his fingers entwine deeper into my hair and my body tingles with his intoxicating touch.
He drags his lips down my neck, sucking and licking at my skin. A whimper escapes me when he pulls down the straps to my dress and bra, exposing my breast to the cool evening air, right before his thumb strokes over my nipple. My hips buck into him and he continues to grind against me harder.
I’m so wet, craving and filled with desire with the anticipation of his naked body against mine.
“Jesus, Nora. I could make you come right here in my drive.”
“Then do it,” I breathe, needing him to touch me somehow because I’m going out of my mind.
His hot breath ricochets against my skin as a low chuckle leaves him, right before his mouth latches around my nipple and his tongue flicks across the bud. “I can’t out here. People may see. May hear.”
“You finger fucked me in your bar in broad daylight. I’m sure you can make me come under the night sky on your driveway.”
“My girl likes to take chances.”
“Your girl needs you to finish what you started hours ago.”
He pulls back a little, and the second he shifts my panties aside, he wastes no time, pushing a finger inside me. My head drops back on a moan as his hot breath brushes against my ear.
“So. Fucking. Wet,” he growls. “I’ve thought about you all fucking day. My fingers in your pussy. My mouth on your body.” He thrusts another finger inside and begins to rotate his thumb over my clit as I work my hips to his movements. “How I’m going to make you come. How many times. And the visions of your beautiful face when you do.”
“Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
“None of that comes close to seeing you like this. Hot and fucking hungry.”
But as if it’s not enough, he quickly removes his fingers and moves us to the front of his truck to sit me up on the hood. “I need more, Shortcake.”
“Take it,” I pant, too heavy with desire to say anything else. I gasp when he tears my lace panties and a sexy growl rumbles from his throat.
“So fucking sexy.” His mouth once again places wet kisses over my throat. “I need you to be quiet, Shortcake. Your moans are only for me, remember?”
“Let them hear me. Let them hear what you’re doing to me.”
“And what am I doing to you?”
“Wild. You’re driving me fucking wild.”
He chuckles. “That makes two of us. But I need you to be quiet, baby.” As he grabs the back of my hair to tip my head back, his tongue darts out, drawing patterns of lust across my skin, tasting me between my breasts before trailing the tip of his tongue all the way up to my collarbone and grazing his teeth against me.
“I want you stripped bare and between my sheets. I want you riding my face while I fuck you with my tongue. And I want those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock because I’m so fucking hard for you right now.”
“God, Gray.”
“But first, I’m going to eat you out whilst you’re on my truck under the stars. Because I’m really. Fucking. Hungry.”
Electricity shoots through my veins at his dirty talk, and I whisper a plea at the very thought of it all. No sooner does he shift my hips closer, spreading my legs, he leans down before his mouth is between my thighs, beginning its delicious attack. As he holds my hips in place, I wrap my legs around his head, caging him in as my body begins to travel to euphoria. “Oh, God…”
The way he’s devouring my body like a starved animal and the fact we are out in the open air, causes adrenaline to soar through me and a red-hot flame burns all the way up from my toes, coating my skin with pure pleasure as I feel my orgasm build higher, stronger. And as if he knows I’m on the edge, he reinserts his fingers and begins working my sensitive spot with such precision that I can’t take any more.
My head tilts back and my hand slams down on his truck as I come undone, my orgasm crashing so hard I have to cover my mouth to hide my cry.
Jesus, this man.
This. Man.
“Fuck, Nora. You are so fucking sexy like this. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
I crash my mouth to his and lose myself in him. Only it’s not enough. I’m overwhelmed by the deep desire and pure pleasure, and I’m yearning for more.
“Take me to bed, Grayson. I want you to fuck me.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Grayson
“I want you to fuck me.”
Never have those words sounded so fucking sexy on a woman’s lips. Her lips. I hadn’t been wrong when I’d said I’d been thinking about her all day and having to work late had been even harder because the only place I’d wanted to be was with her.
But Jesus.
Seeing her on the verge of desperation, her lips part as she pants my name into the cool night air, is something else. Those sweet words leave her tiny frame and hit me right in the chest.
I’ve wanted her. I’ve taken her, but the hardest part of all has been not being able to make her mine—not in the way I’ve
been imagining.
Placing her feet on the floor of my bedroom, I waste no time to remove her dress, lifting it up over her body before dropping it to the floor. My breath gets caught in the back of my throat at the sight of her.
I’ve seen Nora naked many times over the past few weeks.
I’ve seen her parading around in her underwear right before I’ve torn it from her body and buried my head between her thighs, but I’ve never seen her look so sexy as she does right now.
She stands in only her black lace bra, post orgasm, looking up at me with rose-colored cheeks and eyes so crystal. She’s fucking mesmerizing. She’s the flame to light up the bleak world I’ve been so lost in.
“So beautiful.” I caress my thumb over her cheekbone and just stare into her eyes as her fingers dance over my bare chest. “You drive me crazy, Nora Nelson. Do you realize that?”
She nods, and the fire behind her eyes indicates I’m not the only one who feels this way.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, needing to be sure. I may take the lead in what happens next, but I need her to give me the directions.
“Kiss me, please,” she whispers.
I obey, pressing my lips into her hair and inhaling her strawberry shampoo before I trail my nose down her temple. As she lifts up on her tiptoes and brings her mouth to mine, I slip my tongue between her lips. I kiss her with passion, I kiss her with a promise I’ll never break, and I kiss her with a silent thank you because she has no idea what she is doing to my heart and soul. Every new day with her is like living in paradise, and I’ll happily walk this road with her for as long as she’ll let me.
When her fingers begin to unbutton my jeans, I’m in two minds to stop her. This is not about me tonight—not anymore—but also, the ache I have to be inside her is excruciating. But when my jeans drop and her hand wraps around my cock, the deep yearning that leaves the pit of my stomach comes out in a low, husky growl against her mouth, and any thoughts I may have just had are suddenly lost.
“Fuck.”
“You like this?”
My eyes slam shut, and I thrust my hips when her nails graze up my shaft, the pad of her thumb slicking over the pre-cum.
“You want me to take you in my mouth and swallow every last drop of you?”
Each dirty word she speaks has my blood racing through my body and my hips responding. Wet kisses make pattens over me as she drops to her knees. My hands are in her hair and I look down at her, trying like fuck not to cave as electricity ripples through my body from her touch.
I want her, but not like this. Not tonight.
“Nora, baby. I don’t want you on your knees. It’s not about me now.”
“No, it’s about us. And I want this.”
I lose all sense of control when her tongue teases the tip of my cock before her lips wrap around my length. “Shit. Fuck, yes.”
Her hand pumps the base, her other massages my balls as she takes me hard and deep. My fingers dig into her hair, and as much as I want her to stop because I need to be inside her, she’s got me fucking paralyzed with her touch.
“Nora, baby.”
She releases me with a pop, pumping with her hand as more dirty words that I love leave her.
“I’ve thought about you all day, naked, hot. I’ve thought about how you taste as you slide down my throat.”
Our eyes are locked, her nipples prominent against the thin fabric of her bra as she twirls her tongue over the tip.
“But do you know what turns me on more than anything? The thought of how you’ll feel inside me.”
“Fuck, yes.”
She takes me to the back of her throat once again and begins a rhythm that has me hypnotized by her touch as she uses my body to her advantage. But as much as I love it, I want to be inside her, and when I see her slip her fingers between her thighs, that’s all it takes to have me grip her by the arms and bring her to her feet.
I lift her in one swift move and back her toward the bed, kissing the living hell out of her. I step out of my jeans, dropping us to the mattress, and cover her with my body. “You know, for a tiny tot, you’re all big on the dirty talk.”
“Too much?”
“Fuck. No.”
She laughs. “Well, I said before, I’m no nun.”
“No, you sure aren’t. You’re all sin and sex.”
“Speaking of which”—she pushes her hips up into me and my cock throbs— “I need you inside me.”
I hold her gaze, stroking the back of my fingers over her jawline, taking in her beauty and dwelling on the fact that this woman is willing to give all of herself to me. I know she’s ready—I can tell by the way she looks back at me, I can see the confidence in her eyes, the desire burning deep and the way she holds me against her—but regardless of that, I have to ask.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes,” her lips come close to mine. “I’ve wanted you to be my first from the moment I knew what sex was.”
I grin, kissing her again. As I drag my mouth down her body, I shift the fabric of her bra to expose her dark, pink nipple, taking it into my mouth. Her back arches on a beautiful moan, and I take the opportunity to reach around and flick the clasp of her lacy number. Working my way down her toned body, I swirl the tip of my tongue over her naval before descending again. Her chest rises and falls. Her legs beginning to tremble as I kiss her pubic bone. She bucks against my thumb as I draw a figure eight over her swollen bud, and a cry echoes around us as I push two fingers inside and curl them, thrusting into her and teasing the sensitive spot that I know makes her ache in all the delicious ways I want her to.
I need her ready.
When I feel her begin to reach the edge, I pull out.
“Jesus, Grayson, please.”
Taking a condom out of the drawer, I hold her liquid gaze as I roll it down my aching length.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and she looks picture fucking perfect.
Tingles race up my back as I stroke myself, chills cascade down my chest, and my heart plays drums against my rib cage. I’ve waited for this moment for so long, and now so many feelings and sensations consume me like never before.
“Tell me what you want, Nora.” I don’t even recognize my own voice.
“You. I want you inside me. Make me yours.”
Resting over her, I ease myself between her thighs and position myself at her entrance as I kiss across her collarbones. Her skin is red hot, the pulse in the dip of her throat is frantic, which causes me to swirl my tongue over it. When her hands grip my ass and she begs me one more time in a breathy whisper, I push inside, slowly and gently taking her, inch by inch.
A beautiful little gasp leaves the back of her throat and she arches up into me as her eyes slam shut. “Grayson…”
“Open your eyes, baby. I’ve got you.”
When she does, I circle her clit with my thumb and push into her fully. She cries out and I hold myself steady, letting her adjust to me. Her breaths come out in short sharp gasps, and I kiss them away. She’s so tight, fitting perfectly as her body shudders under my touch.
“Jesus, Nora. You feel so fucking good.”
“Please, Grayson.”
And that’s all it takes for my world to shift.
Pulling out, I thrust back inside her again, my hips in slow, controlled moves. A deep growl leaves my chest, revealing to me just how long it has been since I was inside a woman. But Jesus, it’s been worth that wait because never has a woman felt the way that Nora does.
Her legs wrap around me, her nails drawing over my skin creating shockwaves down my body as my name leaves her lips.
“Oh, God.”
“Fuck, Nora.”
And like I’m completely transfixed; I lock my eyes with her and lose myself in her blues. Getting lost in everything that she is and everything we are.
This. Her. Us.
“So beautiful.”
As I feel her begin to tighten, my own orgasm races to meet her
s. Pleasure pools in my pelvis and my body roars. When her climax hits and my name leaves her lips in a beautiful song, I cum hard, burying my head in the crook of her neck as I continue to thrust out my release.
She’s wanted me to be her first, but the truth is, she’s mine. There’ve been women, but I’ve never experienced anything like this before—this overwhelming state of euphoria. I’ve dreamt about this moment, I’ve thought about this day, but nothing has ever compared to the feelings that are chasing my heart right now.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper, stroking my finger down her nose as she rests her head against my chest, looking up at me.
A gentle smile graces her lips, but she doesn’t say anything; she doesn’t have to. The soft beating of her heart and the tips of her fingers that dust over my chest as she lays between my sheets is enough for me. We’ve been lying here for some time, the comfortable silence our only conversation, and the way her body molds against mine is like she was made just for me.
“Thank you, Grayson,” she whispers.
“For what?”
“Letting it be you. I always knew and wanted it to be you.”
I place a little kiss on her nose. “Thank you for wanting it to be me. And I’m sorry it wasn’t perfect.”
She frowns. “What are you talking about?”
I think about the time she told me she’s never been touched and all the ways I wanted to make it right for her. A first time should be memorable for any woman, and I’d wanted that, but I’m not sure this was the way I should have gone about it.
“I wanted you in soft sheets and, I don’t know, maybe fairy lights around you so you felt special. Soft music to make it more romantic. What I gave you was a meal for one on my truck before I brought you in here and threw you on the bed.”
She chuckles, moving herself up from where she’s resting and shifting across to lay her whole body on top of mine. Her skin on mine makes it easier for me to breathe and her heart that vibrates against my chest is the lifeline I’ve needed.
“Soft sheets and fairy lights wouldn’t have been the same experience to having your head between my thighs and your tongue fucking me senseless whilst on top of your truck. Nor would it have changed the way it felt when you were inside me. Because that too was fucking amazing.”
