Summer Solstice: Celestial Seductions, Book 3

by Eden Bradley

  “Are you hot, Leigh?” His voice was low, quiet.

  She nodded.

  He reached out, lifted her hair off her neck and moved the hose so that the water sluiced over her neck and down her back. She closed her eyes and shivered in delight, her whole body instantly cooling, her flesh prickling with goose bumps. Her white tank top and denim cut-offs soon became soaked.

  It felt good—the cold water, the sensation of it on her skin, standing next to this man whose sun-heated skin smelled like pure sex to her. She let her eyes flutter open, and found his were still on her. It made her shiver deep inside—that sense that he could see into her, knew her darkest secrets. And liked what he saw.

  She reached out and covered his hand, guiding the hose so that the water poured down the front of her body. His eyes widened a bit as her tank top soaked through and became opaque, but they never left her face. She knew her nipples were hard as two small rocks, could feel them straining against the wet, cool fabric. She wanted nothing more than for him to touch them.

  He dropped her hair and it fell in a damp curtain against her neck, but it was nothing compared to the wet heat collecting between her thighs, along with an insistent ache that demanded to be sated. The seam of her denim shorts rubbed teasingly against her full pussy lips as she shifted from one foot to another. She had to do it again. And again, she thought of Jared’s hands there instead.

  He was like a statue, watching her face, his gaze hot with lust. It poured off him like his scent did, danced in the air between them, daring her. Tempting her.

  “I’m all wet.” She managed a smile, even as the words came out in a voice too rough to be her own.

  “Yeah. So am I.”

  She blinked, her body surging.

  Touch me…

  His hand loosened on the hose sprayer, the water shutting off. His voice was rough as he dropped the hose, reached out and brushed his fingertips over her shoulder. “Come inside with me, Leigh.”

  It was a command issued and impossible to disobey. Leigh didn’t mind, maybe even liked it. She didn’t want to think too much about it, didn’t want to think about anything right now. Jared held open the screen and she moved past him into his living room, heard a soft click as he closed it behind him, then the muffled thud of the front door. She took a deep breath as he came to stand behind her, wrapping a heavy arm around her waist, his scent wrapping around her senses. She inhaled, held her breath, held the scent of him inside her. It made her want more of him inside her. Quickly. Now. But she would wait, savor the waiting and each exquisite moment which would inevitably lead to what she craved.

  Jared moved her wet hair aside to kiss the back of her neck, his lips hot, seductive. She shivered, a chill of pleasure running down her spine. He traced his lips over the sensitive skin there, then lower, between her shoulder blades. Strange that he was kissing her neck, her back, even before he’d kissed her lips. But purely erotic. Moving his free hand down her body, over the curve of her hip, it came to rest on the delicate flesh of her inner thigh. When he tucked his fingers beneath the hem of her shorts it was all she could do not to buck her hips forward.

  The skin of his fingertips was silky and rough at the same time as they teased her heated flesh, taunting her. Close, yet not quite touching the part of her that wept with need, literally wept and threatened to run down her shaking legs.

  “Jared.” She moaned his name, but he didn’t stop to answer, his mouth warming her skin.

  Leigh pressed her body back into his, into the solid strength of his big frame. He felt like a wall of heat behind her. A wall with an impressively large erection pressing back into the top of her buttocks, at that point at the base of her spine that was so sensitive. She needed to touch him. Needed to hold his throbbing cock in her hands, to run her palms over the smooth planes of his body. Needed with a force she would never have been able to resist had he not held her so tightly, locked against him. He continued his assault of kisses, nipping and sucking at her neck and down over her shoulders as his fingers teased at the edge of her denim shorts. Did he know he was driving her crazy?

  Yes, this man knew exactly what he was doing to her. He was completely in control. Of himself. Of her.

  When the arm he’d been holding her with so firmly loosened a bit, she thought he’d turn her around to face him. Instead he slid his hand up to cover her breast, so gently she thought she might scream with the need for more. He cupped her full flesh in his hand, moving it a little, as though testing the weight of it. Then his fingers took possession of her nipple through the cold, wet fabric of her top.

  She bit back a moan as he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger and a bolt of heat lanced through her. She pushed her backside more firmly into him, his erect cock pressing against her, harder than ever. He really was huge—his body, his cock. She wanted all of him inside her. Wanted him to fill her to bursting. She didn’t care that it might hurt.

  “Do you like it when I touch you, Leigh?” His voice was a low growl in her ear.

  “It feels good, your hands on me. So good. But I want more.”

  “And I intend to give you more. But a little at a time.” His voice lowered an octave and she almost had to strain to hear him, even though his lips were next to her ear, his breath warm on her skin as he spoke. “I’m going to go slowly. So slowly that by the time I’m ready to fuck you, you’ll be begging for it. And when you come, I want you to scream.” He paused and took a nip at her neck, then gave her nipple a sharp pinch, making her gasp.

  “Oh…”

  “I want to hear you scream with pleasure. Scream my name. Scream for more.” He pinched again, hard.

  “Oh God.”

  Leigh was ready to scream already. With wanting him, needing the pulsing length of his cock inside her. But she felt limp and helpless in his arms. All she could do was moan and grind against him.

  “You excite me, Leigh.” He arched against her, pressing his swollen cock against her body. “Can you feel what you do to me? I can hardly stand to wait to be inside you. But I will. It’ll be well worth waiting for. Come with me. I want you in my bed.”

  He took her hand and led her upstairs. There was a big bed against one wall of the room. Light shone dimly through heavy linen curtains, casting a warm glow. Overhead, a ceiling fan made lazy circles.

  But she didn’t have time to take anything else in. Jared slid his arms around her waist, turning her, then backing her toward the bed. He paused to pull her tank top over her head, his own shirt following. His chest was all hard muscle, his dark nipples as hard as her own. But she barely had time to admire his wide shoulders, the ripple of his abs, before he put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down onto the mattress. There was something commanding about his touch. Purely male. He bent over her, breathed onto the naked flesh of her breasts.

  This is it. This is where I scream.

  She arched her back, trying to get her full, tingling breasts closer to his mouth.

  Jared’s tongue shot out, flicking at one hardened tip, and she sighed, snaking an arm around the back of his neck to pull him closer.

  He pulled away and dislodged her hold on him. “No, darlin’. Lie still.”

  “Jared, I can’t wait.”

  “Ah, but you will wait. I’ll not have it any other way.”

  Her sex pulled tight in a sharp spasm at his words, the tone of his voice. She rubbed her thighs together to ease the sting of blood pounding there, but it did no good. She needed his hands there, his hot mouth, his throbbing cock. Nothing else would do. She held her arms at her sides and resigned herself to waiting, shivering all over.

  “Better.” He smiled up at her approvingly and his eyes, dark and bottomless, beautiful, glinted with lust.

  He bent his head and she waited for the exquisite torture to begin again. But instead of teasing her this time he immediately pulled her nipple into his mouth.

  “Ah, that’s good…”

  His hot tongue swirled over the tip befor
e he began to suck. It was almost painful, yet exquisitely, sharply, arousing. His hand came up to cover her other breast, cupping it, squeezing gently. When he crimped her nipple between his fingers and tugged she nearly came up off the bed. Nearly came, was surprised to find she had to hold her orgasm back.

  No man had ever done anything like this to her. She had never come with a man without long and concentrated work. What was different about him?

  She had little time to think about it as he snapped open the button of her shorts and dragged them down over her hips.

  Yes, touch me…

  She eased her hand down to cover her mound, to press there in desperation, but Jared’s big hand quickly covered hers and moved it away.

  “Allow me.” A wicked smile lit his features, his dimple flashing.

  “I wish you’d hurry,” she said, not even certain she meant it.

  “I’ll get there soon enough, I promise you, darlin’.”

  He bent his head once more, drew his hot, wet mouth over her body. Beginning just beneath her breasts, he ran his tongue down the center of her ribcage, her stomach. She trembled beneath him, her skin lighting in a blaze of sensation everywhere he touched. When he reached her navel and dipped his tongue in a groan escaped her. God, she was soaking wet. Hurting with wanting him. Wanting to push his clever mouth down further until he closed it over her needy sex. She moaned, arched her hips.

  “I know exactly what you need, Leigh,” he murmured. “I’ll give it to you.” He punctuated his whispered words with soft, moist kisses pressed into the flesh of her belly. “I’ll give you everything.”

  His head dipped lower, and he blew a breath on the tight curls at the apex of her thighs. She spread them wider.

  “Yes, that’s it. Open for me. Ah, you’re lovely, like a flower.”

  His warm breath made her shiver all over, a shiver made of pure anticipation. Pure pleasure. Pure need. She fought to hold still.

  When he planted his mouth on her wet, aching pussy she cried out. Pleasure stabbed through her when he used his fingers to part the soft folds. He drew his tongue along the slick inner lips, pausing to let it touch the tip of her clit, not moving, simply resting there. She thought she’d lose her mind.

  “Please, Jared.”

  Her whole body began to tremble, yet still he didn’t move.

  The heat of him was driving her crazy. That hot tongue pressing ever so gently on her clit. It swelled and throbbed with need. He flicked his tongue, just that wet tip.

  “Oh…”

  He flicked again. Stopped.

  She opened her thighs, encouraging him. He did nothing but let his warm breath whisper over her. She was dripping wet.

  Her hands went into his hair, but he reached up and held them tightly on either side of her thighs.

  “No,” he told her, his voice muffled in her flesh. He let her hands go, but she knew what he wanted—for her to hold still. To do as he asked. No. To do as she was told.

  Something inside her opened up, bringing with it a hot quivering deep in her belly. She needed to come so badly. She’d never been in such a state of desperation in her life.

  One more sharp flick of his tongue and she could almost come. Almost.

  Exquisite.

  Torture.

  “Jared,” she whispered.

  “Shh.”

  His breath was hot. Burning. Her clit pulsed, a small hammer of desire between her thighs.

  “Please, Jared. I need your mouth on me. I need you to lick me. To suck. Come on…” She couldn’t help but beg him, couldn’t hold it back. And when he shoved his fingers roughly inside her she came in a violent explosion, her pussy pulsing around his fingers, squeezing and wet. The spasms seemed to reach out, spreading over her like wildfire. She swore she came with her entire body—her legs and arms and breasts shimmering with pure pleasure. The heat and the intensity of it left her shaking and weak.

  She raised her head to look at him, and his dark, glittering gaze met hers. “Oh, I’m far from done with you, my girl. I’ve barely gotten started. Lay back.”

  She watched him run his tongue over his lips before she obeyed.

  Then he was leaning over her, his mouth pressing to hers for the first time. It was like some sort of epiphany—his soft, soft lips, wet and fragrant with her juices. That it should be like this the first time he kissed her, after he’d made her come with his mouth. Lovely and a little dirty and thrilling as hell. And the man knew what to do with his mouth. His kiss was deep, powerful. Perfect.

  He pulled back.

  “You taste so damn good, Leigh. Lie still. There’s more I need to do to you.”

  Leigh didn’t care what he did to her. She knew it would be good. Her pulse fluttered, and her pussy filled once more. Ready. Ready for anything.

  Jared didn’t disappoint. He got up and undressed quickly while she watched, enjoying the sight of his big body, towering over the bed. His stomach was a tight wall of muscle, leading to a tapered waist and lean hips. When he tore his black boxers off, an impressive erection sprang out. A deliciously thick shaft, the skin a pale gold, darker at the swollen head. Leigh’s inner muscles convulsed again. She bit her lip, waited.

  And while she watched, Jared took his cock in his hand. He held it loosely in his fingers, ran them up and down the length of it.

  “I want you to touch me like this, Leigh. I can’t wait to feel your hands on me. Your lovely mouth.” His face was all raw planes and tense lines, his dark eyes gleaming with lust in the dim afternoon light. His mouth was full and sensual, his lips still damp with her juices, with kissing her.

  She licked her lips, her nerves dancing, her body burning for him. “I want to touch you.”

  “You will. But not yet.”

  He pulled a foil packet from his nightstand and sheathed himself before kneeling on the edge of the bed. This time he explored her with his hands, his fingers diving into the slick heat between her thighs while he held her body down with his other hand on her stomach.

  She loved it. Loved his fingers stroking her cleft, the way he bent his head, concentrating on what he was doing, exploring her open sex. She loved the way he took total control of her body. Loved the sheer, overpowering strength of him and that faint element of danger, the sense that he could break her in half with his big hands if he wanted to. But she knew already he wouldn’t do that.

  She loved it even more when he began to pinch her clitoris between his forefinger and his thumb, rolling and tugging in some rhythm she didn’t need to understand. Her body knew what to do with it. Her mind went blank as the tension built, pleasure washing over her in waves.

  She was shivering, poised on the edge of orgasm, when he moved his fingers back, over her anus.

  “You’re so damn wet, darlin’. Wet enough that I could push right into your sweet ass without any lube if you wanted me to.”

  “Yes. Do it, Jared.”

  He glanced up at her. “You’re sure?”

  “Yes. Please…”

  He kept his gaze on her face as he pressed one wet finger at that tight hole. She took in a gasping breath as he pushed in.

  “Oh…”

  Pleasure shot through her, lightning hot, lightning sharp. His other hand was still teasing her clit, but gently now, holding her on that keen edge.

  “God, Jared.”

  “Tell me what you want, Leigh.”

  “I want more. Go deeper.”

  He burrowed, an inch at a time, passing that first tight ring of muscle, until his finger was buried in her ass.

  “Good?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “It’s good.”

  He smiled then, a wicked grin, a flash of strong, white teeth. And as he slipped his finger out of her ass, then in again, in and out, driving pleasure ever deeper into her body, he pinched her clit once more, hard. Pleasure shimmered, spread, arrowed into her. Her clit pulsed with it, her ass clenched. She moaned. Her body came up off the bed. Her breath rushed out in sharp p
ants as he took her to the edge—and stopped.

  Tears filled her eyes. “No!”

  Jared laughed a little wickedly and said, “I’ll take care of you. You know I will, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she rasped out as her muscles pulled tight and her poor, deprived pussy thundered with an aching need.

  Jared let her hard, needy clit go, and she wanted to cry her displeasure. But then he knelt between her legs as he had before, his finger still in her ass. And when he lowered his head a sigh of relief blew out with her breath. The sigh turned to moans when he tongued her opening, flicking teasingly over her wet and pulsing flesh. Avoiding the raw, hard nub that needed his touch the most.

  She drew in a breath. Waited. He used his fingers to open her up, used his tongue to trace the outline of her vulva. He stiffened his tongue and dipped inside her and her body went rigid in expectation. But just as quickly, he withdrew.

  “Jared, please,” she groaned, not caring that she was begging him once more, just as he’d said she would.

  “Please what, Leigh?”

  “Please, touch me.”

  “Tell me.”

  She gasped. “Please, Jared. I just did.”

  “Tell me exactly.” He flicked his tongue at her clit, and she raised her hips to meet that hot, moist tip. He drew away.

  “I need you to put your fingers inside me. To fuck me with your hands. To fill me up.”

  “Like this?” He slipped a finger inside her pussy, then two, then three.

  “Yes!”

  “And like this?” He pushed the finger of his other hand deeper into her ass.

  “Ah…yes…”

  He withdrew them from her aching pussy. “And what else?”

  “Oh God. You’re trying to torture me, aren’t you?” Her words came out on a ragged breath.

  “Yes. What else?”

  “I want my clit in your mouth. I want your cock inside me.”

  Another wicked laugh from him. “I can hardly do both simultaneously, now can I, my girl? But let me see if I can find some way to please you.”

  Leigh groaned and spread her legs even wider. “Yes…please, yes.”