Sweet Little Lies (The Sweetest Thing Book 5)

by Sierra Hill

  He’s demanding. Gone is the gentle and sweet Lance, replaced with a man who has finally let go of the restraint like a rubber band that was expanded and now snaps. His urgency to take what he wants from me, even though I’m giving it away so freely, fuels me further. My hands venture over his wide shoulders finding the smooth, taut skin around his neck as I trace down his collarbone.

  Dios mio, his body his so hot, his flesh scorching the pads of my fingers as they move down his torso until I find the skin underneath his t-shirt. I could bury myself there and never want for more.

  Lance shifts me against him, turning us and backs me up against it and grinds his erection into my belly. I circle my hips against his arousal and we both moan in tandem. I want to touch every part of him – the valley between his pecs, and the V leading down to his shorts, and the hard-muscled planes of his abdominals. And of course, the turgid length of his cock.

  I’ve had sex with exactly one guy. It was my senior year in high school and I’d been dating him for a couple months before I finally gave it up to him. There were no choirs of angels singing the Halleluiah chorus when I lost my virginity. There was really no heat or excitement or thrill of losing it. I was just going through the motions to do the deed and get it over with. I’m not even sure if I was wet.

  Back then, it was a bit of fumbled movements, my body only half naked from the waist down, and the quick jabbing motion of my boyfriend’s prick as he entered me and snatched my maidenhood.

  It was over in less than three minutes. And I was left bored and unsatisfied.

  But there is nothing unsatisfying in this moment with Lance.

  Just the way he has a hold of me and the movements of his hips confirm what I already guessed - it will be amazing. Even if he doesn’t make me come, it will still be everything I dreamed of and more.

  I finally get a chance to speak when he moves his lips to my jawline, nipping and sucking there. His hand pumps and squeezes my breast, a ripple of pleasure coursing through my spine when his thumb strokes my sensitive nipple through my t-shirt. I want to be naked for him so I can feel his hand everywhere across my heated flesh.

  “Will you take me to your bedroom?” I ask, hoping we can take our time in there and get naked together.

  His half-lidded eyes pop open as if he just now remembers where we’re at as a slow, sensual smile tugs at his mouth.

  “Fuck yes we can. I just didn’t want to get my hopes up in case you said no again. But I hoped you’d say yes.”

  Just those simple words have my heart clenching for him and I smile.

  “I’m saying yes.”

  He kisses me hard on the mouth before he walks us down the short hallway and into the largest of the three bedrooms in the apartment. He normally has roommates, but the new guys won’t be moving in until the end of the summer. And I’m more than glad of that fact in this moment.

  Lance enters the room and unceremoniously dumps me across his unmade bed. A bolt of nerves floods through me for a second until he whips off his t-shirt and I’m assaulted once again with the magnificent architecture of his chest. He is ripped in all the right places, a section of his torso tattooed and inked in colorful mosaic fashion.

  I watch as he casually divests his shorts and briefs until he stands naked and erect in front of me. My throat goes dry and I try to swallow my fear as I finally get a good look at the formidable size of his penis.

  I’ve touched him before in the dark and know he’s big based on the fact I couldn’t get my hand wrapped fully around his girth. But until now, I had no clue just how big he really is. Ten times bigger than the kid I screwed in high school. Words such a monstrous, gargantuan and Super-Sized come to mind.

  As he opens his nightstand and finds a condom, I close my eyes and say a quick prayer to the Saint of…well, I don’t know if there’s a saint of fornication. But I need protection from something, cause that thing could likely do some damage!

  When I open my eyes, he’s smirking down at me, biting his lower lip in amusement. He’s tossed the condom on the side of the bed and begins stroking himself. Holy shit – I’ve never…I mean, just wow.

  “You okay there, Georgie?” he asks with a lilt of humor, using my nickname. But then his expression grows serious as he looks me over. I probably look like a nervous bunny, stunned and trapped.

  “Wait…you’re not a virgin, are you?”

  I giggle a little. “No, I’ve had sex before, amante.”

  His body relaxes. “How long ago?”

  I roll my head to the side, avoiding his penetrating stare. It’s embarrassing really. Here he is this college basketball god who probably had sex just this past week alone with a dozen willing women and I’ve only ever done it once before. Over a year and a half ago.

  “Mica…” he warns, grabbing my ankle and pulling me toward him so that my legs are now off the bed and spread in front of him. The hair on his legs tickle my inner thighs and I squirm at the sensation.

  “When?” he persists.

  “Once. In high school.”

  “Oh Christ,” he growls, but then he straightens as if he’s found resolve. “Okay…I can go slow. I’ll make it good for you. I swear.”

  And then I hear, rather than see, him land on his knees next to the bed and his face is planted between my legs.

  And I know nothing from here on out will ever be the same.

  Chapter 13

  Lance

  Go slow, go slow, go slow.

  This phrase is set on repeat in my head so I remind myself to take my time with Mica. But it’s so fucking difficult when I can smell her arousal and know without a doubt that everything is going to change from this moment on.

  I’ve been waiting for so long. Damn near close to a year I’ve been out of my mind with want for Mica. And now here she is, spread out on my bed, ready and willing for me to take her. If she were any other girl, I wouldn’t give two shits about taking my time or making them feel good. I’d just do my thing to get off and get them out the door. Which makes me a fucking prick, but they know the score.

  But it’s all different with Mica.

  Hearing her admit she’s only done it once before and it was so long ago, well shit. I’ve got to do everything in my power to pull out all the stops and make sure she comes. I want to give her more pleasure than she’s ever imagined before taking my own.

  The problems is that this girl has had me wrapped up in a tight ball of need. I was ready to explode the minute I touched her in the kitchen and tasted her warm, fragrant scent. Sweet cinnamon and honey, with a hint of vanilla. She’s so intoxicating. If I wasn’t already feeling high from the effect of the pills I took earlier, I’d be flying high just from her scent alone.

  I’m not so out of it that I’m sloppy or shitfaced. In fact, the Oxy and beers from earlier have done the perfect job of taking the edge off from my scrambled feelings of despair. But they do nothing to mute or desensitize the way I feel for Mica. I am ram-rod hard and ready for action.

  I inhale a big breath of air to regain some of the control I lost the minute I saw her in my kitchen. I was flooded with desire from the kiss we shared earlier today and I’d been waiting for more. I bend at my waist and place my lips at her inner thigh, loving the way goosebumps break out across her flesh.

  I swipe my tongue up the length of her leg, getting the skin wet and blowing on it to evoke more gooseflesh.

  She quivers as I hook my hand underneath her knee, spreading her legs wider so I can make room to bury my head between them. She’s still wearing her tiny shorts, which I need to remove as quickly as possible. My head spins with worry that she’ll change her mind before this happens.

  Drawing a line from her knee up to the hem of her shorts with my tongue, I inhale her scent and lick my lips.

  “God, Mica. I’ve waited so long for you, baby,” I murmur, my hands fumbling with the buttons on her shorts until she reaches down with an assist.

  “Me too.”

  My hands sha
ke with either nerves or anticipation as I peel the denim material over her hips and down her legs, her butt lifting up as I slide them off.

  When I return my gaze to the space between her legs my mouth goes bone-dry. She’s wearing a lacy pink thong that I could stare at all day. I want to flip her over, smack the bare ass that I know will be on perfect display underneath and bite her meaty cheek. It makes me wonder if she has tan lines or if her entire body is the same shade of caramel cream.

  My cock throbs so hard it feels like I could go off at any moment. Being with Mica like this is like the anticipation of the best Christmas as a kid. Where every present I asked for is wrapped beautifully and neatly waiting for my hands to open each gift as my eyes sparkle with wonder.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I hear myself confess, whether to myself or Mica, I’m not sure.

  She responds with a little snort-like giggle.

  “Don’t be foolish, amante. You’ve been with so many girls – far prettier than me.”

  My head snaps up to her and my hands grip at her waist for emphasis.

  “No,” I confirm. “You are perfect. Special. Everything.”

  I lean over the warmth of her and place a kiss at her navel as she sucks in a sexy gasp. Slowly, ever so slowly, I work my way down, kissing and licking a path until I reach the edge of her panties. My mouth salivates with anticipation. Desire. Need.

  Burying my nose at her center, she squirms above me. When I look up the length of her body, a smile takes over my face. This right here is heaven. And she is my angel.

  I want to spend the rest of tonight getting to know every spot on her beautiful body. I want to know what makes her wiggle with desire, gasp for breath and will have my name leaving her lips. But I also know I won’t last that long. I’m not used to going at a turtle’s pace. Everything I do in life is usually at warp speed – ball, school, driving, sex.

  And right now, I feel like a beast who hasn’t eaten in weeks, ready to devour the princess who got lost in the woods and is now in his lair.

  Sliding my finger underneath the edge of the pink silk, I slowly and almost painfully, expose the heated flesh hidden by her panties. She startles – her thigh muscles contracting around my shoulders – and I groan at the sight.

  She wears a dark triangle of hair leading down a landing strip to her wet hot center. A rush of lust courses through my veins, stronger than any drug that has ever been in my body.

  I hear her whisper my name as I dive in. Yes. This is what I wanted to hear.

  The hard tip of my tongue runs along her center, from bottom to top where I reach the nub of her clit and flick it just once as she jerks at the intrusion. And then I repeat the pattern, but this time I lay one palm on the slope of her belly to hold her there, and then the fingers of my other hand to spread her folds, giving me more access to her core.

  Holy shit, I could spend the rest of my life here.

  My fingers trace circles around her belly, moving the material of her tank up toward her chin so I can gain access to her breasts. And then a realization hits me – I’ve been derelict in my duties because she’s not fully naked yet.

  As if it’s a compulsive need that can’t be contained, I allow her room to move up with me to a sitting position. I take a moment to look at her face and her natural beauty hits me square in the middle of my chest again. I’m so lost for this girl.

  Her cheeks are flushed, her long, thick hair tossled and cascading around her shoulders, and her dark eyes are half-lidded with lust. As if she’s drugged from the sins of the flesh. And it makes me feel like a king knowing I’ve put her in this state of desire.

  “I want to see all of you – touch all of you,” I say, pulling the hem of her t-shirt up and over her head, as she struggles to remove her arms from it. She gets caught up and we laugh together. The sound is magic and fills me with happiness.

  Once off, I throw it on the floor behind us and when I return my gaze to her, she’s self-consciously covering her breasts with her arms. I tentatively reach up and cup her neck, toying with the skin there.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Her eyes dart away and I gently tip her chin back to me with my two fingers.

  “Hey, you can leave your bra on if you want.”

  She stares into my eyes and with a shy smile and shake of her head, says, “No one’s ever seen me completely naked. It’s just, intimidating.”

  My hand stills at her confession. Realization dawns on me. I’m the first she’s let in. A year ago, I may not have appreciated the weight of this encounter. But I do now. It means she trusts me and is giving me a gift that I will treasure.

  I have no words, so I kiss her lips tenderly, my lips slowly moving down the curve of her neck and shoulder where she tastes so sweet. When I encounter the bra strap, I slowly glide the elastic material off one shoulder and down her arm, kissing every inch of skin as I go.

  She relaxes into my touch and then drops the bra and her arms.

  And I’m not prepared for it. I’ve groped and touched Mica’s tits in the dark make-out sessions we’ve had in the past, but I’ve never seen her naked breasts. Never had access to her entire body – a body that I’ve wanted for so long. The pleasure of the anticipation and finally getting what you want is unreal.

  The swells of her perfect breasts are fleshy and buoyant. Large enough that they’re a handful, but small enough to still be perky. My eyes drink in their heavy shape and I use the pad of my index finger to trace around the dark circular areola. Her inhale of breath makes her breasts heave and I can’t stand it anymore. I lay my entire palm over the soft curve, plumping and squeezing her in my hand.

  My heart hammers inside my chest as I watch pleasure flit across her face.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  I know I’m repeating myself, but she must know. She must realize how incredibly gorgeous she is and how it’s not just the shape of her body, but everything about her. The kindness she extols to her family and friends. The smile she gives so often to others. The exotic sound of her voice – the dialect so smoky and breathy every time she speaks.

  The blood in my veins reacts to what I see in front of me, heating and sparking. Boiling to a point where I know I’ll lose control and spill over, burning up from the inside out.

  Her tits are full and heavy in my hand. I lean down and take a peaked nipple into my mouth, sucking it in between my teeth – at first sweetly, teasingly – but I’m so turned on from her moans and the way she arches into my mouth – I become feverish with want.

  My body needs more of her, so I place a hand behind her back and lower her down on the bed again, covering her with my body. Taking a moment to look her over, she’s so small beneath me. I want to savor her and everything she’s going to give me.

  I continue to kiss and touch her everywhere – her face, her swollen lips, her dusky rose-bud nipples, her breastbone and her sleek stomach. My fingers weave their way between our bodies and I open her up with my index finger, slipping inside her dewy heat. She gasps and moans, as I suck the sounds from her mouth with mine. She repeats my name over and over again as I pump one finger, then two, in and out of her warmth.

  Using my thumb, I rub and pluck at her clit, until I feel her muscles tensing, her eyes closing tight and she cries out. She clenches and spasms around my fingers and it’s the most fulfilling thing I’ve ever done; making her come.

  Her orgasm begins to subside and her grip on my shoulder loosens; her limbs going limp beside me. When she opens her eyes, I see contentment there and it shoots straight to my already hard cock.

  Her voice is husky. “Wow, that was…unexpected.”

  I angle my head and kiss her hard on the lips, my tongue slipping inside her mouth, finding hers and mating in a provocative dance.

  When I let go, I say, “Glad I could be of service.”

  Pushing myself up with a smile, I reach over her head to grab the condom, trying valiantly to tear it open. Frustration pummels me when
it doesn’t rip because my hands are still a little slick from her wetness. Mica laughs, taking it from me and opening it up with a patient tug.

  And then I watch in captivating awe as she sits up, unrolls the latex over my painfully aching cock and grips me tightly at the base to test its fit.

  My head rolls back with a groan. “That feels so good.”

  “Mmm. Si, it does,” she responds, fisting my dick in her small hands.

  When I tip my forehead back down, I’m overcome with gratefulness. I’d honestly never expected the gift of Mica in my bed. I’d hoped. I’d wanted. And here she is now, so perfect; her brown eyes sparkling with desire as she smiles up at me.

  And then I snap. I can’t stand it any longer. I need to be inside her.

  She lets out a surprised gasp when I push her hand off my cock and crowd her so she has to lay back on the bed. It takes some maneuvering and rearranging so we have the room on the bed, but then I’m there.

  The head of my cock is at her entrance, ready to plunge inside her slick heat.

  “You still okay with this?” I ask again, because that question has been burned into my head from every coach I’ve ever had since high school.

  It’s a message that I’ve received from anyone who has had responsibility for their players to ensure their guys are accountable for their actions and don’t cross the line between consent. It’s even more prevalent in this Me Too cultural shift.

  I hold myself incredibly still, waiting for her acknowledgment before I can proceed.

  When it comes in the form of the Spanish version of “yes,” I sigh in relief.

  Kissing her endlessly, I line myself up between her folds, and push inside. I’m immediately met with resistance and I stop.

  Mica’s face is tensed up in a tight expression.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  She shakes her head, hair falling around her face in black waves.

  “No, I’m good. It’s just…you’re so big.”

  I can’t help but crow with pride at this compliment. Granted, she is small and her frame so tiny, so it’s a very tight fit, and based on the fact that she’s only been with another guy, it’s going to take some manuevering.