Drawn to Him: A Romance Collection

by Willow Winters

  I know I’m an asshole when I suck her clit between my teeth and make her groan.

  “Room service please,” she rasps, trying her best to sound like she doesn’t have my teeth on her clit. “We’d like a steak baguette and the chicken fillet…”

  She screws her eyes closed as I suck harder. She looks so fucking delicious like that that I could marry her on the spot.

  Emily Prescott.

  I’d happily forsake all others for a lifetime with my dick inside her.

  I told myself last night that if I manage to land this part I’m going to ask to see her again. I don’t know why it feels like such a milestone, but somehow, if I can beat my dyslexia enough to land a serious acting role, it feels like I might be worthy of a little brainiac like her.

  Maybe she’ll think I’m worthy too. I hope so.

  I don’t want to be a pretty boy dick and nothing else to her. I don’t want to be the dumb guy who made her come over and over on a crazy weekend once.

  I’m going to make her come again, I can hear it in her breath as she confirms the order on the phone.

  She lets it all out once she replaces the handset, tugging at my hair as I suck her past the point of no return.

  “Ten minutes,” she hisses. “It’ll be here in ten minutes.”

  I don’t need ten minutes, I need four.

  In four minutes I have Emily Foster thrashing against the bedcovers. In four minutes I have Emily Foster calling my name as she comes for me.

  In five minutes I make her taste herself on my tongue.

  In six minutes her gorgeous soft curves are in my arms and her mouth is on mine.

  In ten minutes the knock on the door makes us bolt for clothes.

  And in eleven minutes she’s sitting in my t-shirt, cross-legged on my bed with her gorgeous pussy on display as she munches on a steak and onion baguette.

  She takes my breath.

  The girl who was so self-conscious when I pinned her to the wall last night is nowhere to be seen. The Emily sitting before me now, so comfortable in her skin, is a different creature altogether.

  So many girls I’ve been with will pick at a lettuce leaf for lunch. Emily wolfs down that baguette in three minutes flat and steals a couple of fries from my plate with a grin.

  “You have to stay in shape.” Her laugh is intoxicating. “I don’t.”

  “You are in shape,” I tell her. “Perfect shape.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Such a smooth talker.” But she’s smiling. She’s really smiling.

  I hand her the plate so she can finish up the rest. I love how she takes them with thanks.

  “You’ll need your strength for act three,” I tell her.

  I love the way she pinks up at the thought.

  But mainly, I think I love her.

  CHAPTER 10

  Emily

  When I found out that the guy I’d been seeing for the past two years wasn’t anywhere near as separated as he’d claimed he was, I thought heartbreak was the only crap I’d have to deal with.

  I didn’t expect to have to wade through an onslaught of abuse from his wife and her gaggle of friends every day outside the school playground.

  I didn’t expect them to tear down every shred of self-confidence I had.

  I really didn’t expect them to be so vicious about every single part of my appearance. About every single thing they managed to drag out of him about our relationship.

  Running home was easy when it came to it.

  Running away from their vicious comments was another thing entirely. I ran but they followed.

  So many unexpected things happened to me last spring, but never anything so unexpected as the happiness I feel in Kyle Prescott’s cocky presence this weekend.

  For every blow their words dealt me, there’s a look in his eyes that heals.

  Knowing that a guy like him wants a girl like me, even just for a weekend, is more of a balm for my soul than any number of months in a sleepy town could ever be.

  There’s a twinkle in his eye as he sprawls easily on the bed.

  I’ve no idea how his cock is so permanently hard, but it still is.

  “Try it on your own now,” I say, and prop myself up on an elbow to listen.

  My heart flutters as he recites scene two from memory. He stumbles once, but only for a moment, finishing up with fierce eyes as their confrontation reaches a head.

  He’s brilliant.

  He’s amazing.

  He’s everything.

  I give him a round of applause and he bows for me.

  “Bravo,” I say. “You nailed it.”

  “I nailed you,” he says and raises an eyebrow. “Which means it’s time for scene three.”

  My stomach flips at the implication.

  It’s already dark outside and we’ve chased up room service with more room service. We’ve already finished up all the bottled water from the minibar and started on the wine.

  I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be when he rises to his knees and shuffles over.

  “I want to take that sweet virgin ass of yours,” he tells me, then lands his mouth on mine.

  Kissing him is easy. It’s become so familiar this weekend that my tongue feels made to dance with his.

  Taking that monster dick in my ass, that won’t be nearly such a walk in the park, but in for a penny, in for a pound.

  “On all fours,” he instructs as he pulls away. “Ass in the air.”

  I wiggle my hips as I get in position, and he laughs as he lands a slap on my butt.

  There’s a tickle in my belly as he spreads my cheeks with his hands. I can’t imagine how I look back there with my asshole in full view.

  “I’m gonna take it slow,” he says. “You’d better start on act three, or I’ll be working this pretty hole all night.”

  “Promises, promises.” I laugh as I reach for the crumpled script.

  I’m reading the first section when his tongue squirms into the most private part of me. I lurch forward in shock, but he pulls me right back.

  “Read!” he prompts, but it’s virtually impossible with his mouth back there.

  I struggle through the words, burning up at the self-consciousness of how fucking good it feels to have his tongue in my asshole. He really is turning me into a dirty bitch, and I love it.

  I love how dirty he makes me feel.

  I love him.

  The thought is unwelcome.

  The thought is crazy.

  A thought like that will see me hit the floor when he disappears on Monday to an exciting life on a film set somewhere.

  I focus back on the text as best as I can, reading slowly, carefully, trying hard to keep our efforts on track for his big audition when all I want to do is jump on his dick and ride him like a cowgirl.

  What the fuck is even happening to me?

  I protest when his mouth leaves my ass, clenching up as I hear him open a bottle of some kind and squelch something out of it.

  It’s cold when his fingers press on target. I grunt at how easy they slip inside. Two, I think.

  Fuck, it feels dirty. I feel like I’m going to…

  I mumble that I need to go to the bathroom and it makes him laugh.

  “No,” he says. “You really don’t. Trust me.”

  It’s hard to trust him when he pushes a third in there. It’s borderline painful, definitely uncomfortable, and I’m sure it’s going to get messy as hell until I’m not sure of anything at all other than how fucking good it feels to have his fingers in my asshole.

  “Nice, isn’t it?” His voice is a cocky growl, his laugh low as he nips my ass cheek.

  “Nice…” I admit. “Really fucking nice…”

  “It’ll get nicer,” he tells me. “I promise.”

  I groan as he moves his fingers in circles.

  “Gonna open you up,” he says, and it makes my clit tingle. “Gonna stretch you so fucking wide for me, Emily.”

  I love how he uses my name so disgustin
gly.

  His thumb presses on my clit. “Ask me to stretch your virgin asshole,” he growls, and I know the drill by now.

  I love the drill by now.

  “Stretch my ass…” I say. “Please, Kyle, stretch my virgin ass…”

  “Gonna be so fucking dirty. Gonna hurt, too.”

  “I want it,” I say. “Please, Kyle, make me take it. Pound my dirty fucking asshole.”

  I don’t recognise the woman he’s turning me into. It feels so good to be so bad. It feels so good to be so exposed and dirty.

  And wanted.

  “You’re such a filthy little librarian,” he tells me. “I love how much you want it.”

  My ass feels so raw as he pulls his fingers out. I hear the lube squirt again and then the sound of his dick being slicked up.

  The script is under my chin as I lower my face to the bedcovers and close my eyes tight.

  I’m not sure I’m ready for this, but I don’t care.

  “Breathe,” he says and presses his cock to my asshole.

  Oh fuck, I’m definitely not ready for this. It pains enough that I squeal as the head of him plops inside. It’s too big, much too big.

  My ass is on fire as he eases in and I can’t help crying out. “It hurts… it fucking hurts.”

  “Trust me,” he says, and his voice is raspy. “It’ll feel better soon.”

  He moves so slowly but it burns like a motherfucker.

  “Good girl,” he whispers and it makes me want to take more.

  He hooks a hand underneath me and presses his fingers to my pussy.

  “Rub my clit,” I whimper. “Please.”

  His fingers work magic as he forces his way inside me. I grunt through the pain as he bottoms out, panting as I feel the hardness of his belly against my ass cheeks.

  “Your ass is a tight little heaven,” he says. “Fucking heaven, Emily.”

  It’s the dirtiest sensation of my life when he pulls out of me. It’s even dirtier when he thrusts back inside and does it again.

  It aches and it burns and it takes my breath away.

  And then it doesn’t.

  Then it’s fucking divine.

  “I’m fucking your virgin ass,” he grunts. “I’m fucking you so fucking deep.”

  I’m like an animal when I tell him how fucking good it feels. I’m delirious when I beg him for harder.

  “Gonna gape you,” he snarls and I tell him I want it. Tell him I need it. “Gonna see all the way inside you.”

  I’m going to come with Kyle’s monster dick in my asshole while he talks absolute filth to me, and somehow, in some crazy streak of fate, this is going to be the greatest moment of my life.

  “Harder!” I beg. “Fuck me, Kyle, just fuck me!”

  Flesh slaps against flesh and his fingers dart over my clit and I’m powerless to do anything other than scream his name.

  His grunts are rougher than I’ve ever heard them, his breath frantic as I come and he does too.

  It aches a filthy ache, and my ass is on fire, but I don’t care. I’d take this forever. I’d take him forever.

  And I’d love him forever, if only he’d let me.

  I push the thought away.

  I’m laughing as he stops moving. I realise I’ve drooled over his script as I raise my head and chance a look behind.

  He’s still inside me, staring down at the sight with a smile on his face.

  “Well?” I ask. “Have you ruined me?”

  I yelp as he pulls out in one, but his expression is amazing.

  “You’re fucking ruined,” he says as he quirks his brow. “Your asshole is a fucking wreck.”

  He groans as I clench as tight as I can, and it makes me laugh again. I think I could get used to this filthy librarian stuff.

  I think I could even be good at it.

  Our eyes meet and hold and it’s electric. In that one moment I think this could be something more than it is.

  But it can’t.

  Of course it can’t.

  “You’d better get back to reading that script,” he says. “If you want to be able to walk in the morning, that is.”

  He slides two fingers back inside as I begin.

  CHAPTER 11

  Kyle

  I should sleep easy once I’ve run through all three scenes from memory three times straight.

  The cramp of worry I’ve felt in my gut about my audition on Monday is all gone, but there’s a new one in its stead.

  Emily’s head feels so nice on my shoulder as she settles down in my arms. Her hair is still damp from our shower, and she smells of my bodywash.

  The words are in my throat, threatening to break through and ask her if this can be something more.

  But I can’t.

  Not yet.

  Not until I know I’ve got the part and can demonstrate I’m not such a useless pretty boy after all.

  “You did great,” she whispers and it makes me smile.

  “You did great for teaching me. The conditions weren’t exactly fit for a classroom.”

  Her giggle sets me on fire. “I don’t think I’ll be using this approach in my next job.”

  It takes me by surprise. I kinda pictured her in the library forever, at least until I’ve done well enough to ask her for something more.

  “Your next job?”

  She nods against my chest. “I need to apply for next term. I can’t stay in the library another year, no matter how tempting it is. I have a career to think of.”

  Of course she does.

  Miss Smarty-pants has a career and qualifications and experience and a whole life to live. She’ll probably settle down with that guy with a first from Oxford and knock out a couple of pretty kids.

  If I haven’t knocked her up myself already.

  The thought gives me a crazy thrill.

  “Where will you apply?” I ask and she shrugs.

  “I dunno. I’ll see what’s available when the time comes.”

  We’re quiet for a few minutes, long enough that I’m wondering if she’s asleep when she speaks again.

  “So, we’re all done here. You’re all set for your big audition on Monday. Family dinner tomorrow, right?”

  “Right,” I say, even though the word feels like shit.

  “I should go,” she says. “In the morning, I mean. Let you get on.”

  “Right,” I say again, and this time the word feels even shitter.

  “Goodnight then,” she whispers, and I say it too.

  But it’s not a good night. Not now.

  Not knowing she’s hours away from saying goodbye and I have no idea when I’ll see her again.

  If I ever do.

  * * *

  Emily

  I wake up with a horrible pang in my belly. I hate goodbyes. Especially awkward ones.

  This time I don’t bail on him before he wakes up. I’m staring at him as he opens his eyes, and my stomach flips as he greets me with a smile.

  “Morning, Miss Smarty-pants.”

  “Morning, Marcus Killian,” I say. “You know you’ve got it nailed, right?”

  He doesn’t look convinced.

  “Run through it once more,” I tell him. “You can do it.”

  He’s so quick when he reaches out and pulls me up on top of him. I grit my teeth as I fall into position above his cock.

  “Ride me,” he growls. “Ride me through all three scenes.”

  He doesn’t need to ask twice.

  I have to hiss out my breath as I lower myself down. My body is fucked from taking so much of him, but I’m still aching for more.

  I hiss out expletives as my weight lands fully on his abs, and he’s raising his hips in a heartbeat, urging me on.

  I should feel self-conscious like this, on full display in the sober morning light, with my big tits bouncing all over the place.

  But I don’t.

  I feel amazing like this.

  His big hands grab at my big tits and squeeze. I groan when he tweaks
my nipples.

  I control the speed and the angle, rolling my hips to test out all the options.

  Fuck yes, that’s the one.

  I’m riding him like a cowgirl, just like I wanted, when he starts reciting scene one.

  He remembers. Thank fuck he remembers since we’re almost out of time.

  I’m bouncing on his dick without restraint as he starts on scene two, and moaning like a whore with my head tipped back when he goes onto scene three.

  He pulls me forward when he finishes up, shoving his tongue deep in my mouth as our bodies shudder and shake and come together.

  We’re getting practised at this.

  It breaks my heart to pull away, knowing this is really it.

  I dismount his monster dick with a smile, fighting back the urge to beg him to see me again.

  “Where are you having lunch?” I ask, making small talk as I slip out of bed and locate my underwear.

  “Here,” he says, then smirks. “But this time I think I’ll make it down to the restaurant. The whole family gets here at midday, I don’t think we’d all fit up here for room service.”

  I nod. “Sounds great.”

  He nods back.

  I take my clothes through to the bathroom and I don’t know why.

  I don’t know why I lock the door behind me and stare at myself in the mirror as though my world has broken already.

  I knew this was coming. One wild weekend was better than nothing, right?

  Right.

  So why does it feel like shit on toast?

  I pull on my jeans and cami and splash cold water over my face to freshen up, and then I take a breath. Paste a smile on my face.

  I breeze on out and grab my bag, and then I hover awkwardly as he gets to his feet and grabs his jeans from the floor.

  “Thanks for the weekend,” I say.

  “Thanks for teaching me,” he says.

  “I had fun,” I say.

  “So did I,” he says.

  “Good luck for Monday.”

  “Thanks.”

  And there I am, face to face with an awkward fucking goodbye. My smile turns to a grimace as I shoot him a pathetic wave.

  “I’ll see you around,” I say, even though we both know that’s bullshit.

  “See you,” he says, even though it’s a lie.