Swallow Me Whole: A Friends To Lovers Romance

by Gemma James

  “Cash…” My name trails off on a sigh. A whimper. She pushes her pelvis against my mouth, and fuck, her pussy is begging for my tongue. I ache to push past the barrier of fabric and bury it in her core.

  Hunger to taste and own.

  “Holy shit.” Her body shudders beneath me, fingers tightening in my hair.

  I pull at her panties with my teeth and rip them off in my haste to get to her. She’s so damn beautiful, and I can’t wait to slide my palms over every inch of her skin. I crawl up her body and nestle my cock at the wet juncture of her thighs, and our chests smash together, feverish skin on feverish skin. Twining our fingers, I trap her hands on either side of her head. A tremor spears through me. Through us both.

  “I want to go slow with you, but I don’t know if I can.”

  “I don’t care,” she says, her fingers flexing around mine. “I want you, fast or slow.”

  I lower my forehead to hers, and we exchange a thousand breaths in that moment. A thousand truths. We’ve shared office space late at night, stolen a searing hot kiss in a darkened loft, sat together on a plane.

  None of it was as intoxicating as being alone with her like this, with our naked bodies on the precipice of becoming one in the privacy of her bedroom. It’s enough to unhinge me.

  I thrust into her, fast and hard in my violent need. She locks her gaze on me, and I hold her captive in the cage of my stare. We both give in to sweet fucking surrender, moaning and groaning with every plunge, sharing the heat of quickening breaths. Getting fucking high off the adrenaline rush.

  “You feel amazing. So damn tight.” Getting inside her is like coming home. Like finding perfection in an imperfect world. And there’s no going slow now—not with my cock buried to the hilt. I drive us both to oblivion, holding tight to her hands against the squeaking mattress.

  She squeezes her eyes shut as countless whimpers escape her. But she can’t escape me. There’s no going back. We’re joined, moving as one, sharing the same heartbeat. Sliding together in sweat and the covenant of consummation. With every thrust of my cock, I’m staking my claim as our mouths collide in mutual ecstasy.

  And for the fucking life of me, I can’t figure out why we fought this for so long.

  I want to live inside this girl forever, lost to the allure of her kiss. The seduction of her body. Pulled into the abyss by the grip of her hands.

  Suddenly, she breaks our lip-lock. “Cash, I’ve never…” A long moan steals the rest of her words.

  “Never what? Tell me.”

  “I’ve never come during sex.”

  My breath hitches. The idea of taking a first from her—of receiving such a gift—is mind-blowing. “You’re gonna come for me if it’s the last thing I do.”

  I withdraw only to dive in once more, and she meets every thrust, her body writhing under my strength. Dipping a hand between us, I bury my fingers between her legs and rub steady circles on her clit.

  She clings to my shoulder with her free hand, and her spine arches as I push her closer to the point of no return. I kiss my way down the elegant column of her neck and suck a nipple into my mouth. She hisses in a breath, and when I flick my gaze to her face, the sight of her trapped in sweet agony almost sends me over the edge.

  Holding back has never been so hard.

  Gritting my teeth, I slow my pace and focus on the subtle cues of her body. The way she’s biting her lip. The deep flush of her skin. The way she’s gripping my hand and digging her nails into my shoulder. She’s so close, and I’ll be damned if I let her fight it.

  “Don’t hold back, Jules. I’ve wanted to hear you come since the day I met you.”

  Her eyes fly open, and what flows between us is too intense to ignore. Too potent to cast aside as lust. We aren’t just coming together in the physical sense. She’s crawled inside my soul and made herself a part of me.

  Made me a part of her.

  As she writhes and bucks underneath me, I watch the first brick of her wall crumble. An orgasm busts through her barriers, and she shatters in a series of breathless cries.

  And it’s the sweetest, most addicting sound I’ve ever heard.

  25. Owned

  Jules

  Tears burn my eyes. Two blinks send them splashing onto my cheeks. Mortified, I hold my breath and try to hide this utterly female moment from him. He’s still got hold of one of my hands, but the other is tangled in my hair as he rests his head on my chest. We’re covered in sweat, breathing hard, and the result of our fervent tumble into bed is coating the inside of my thighs.

  And my belly, because he pulled out as he came in a tide of torment, my name a plea for mercy on his lips.

  We’re a mess, but I don’t give a shit. I’d lie here with him forever, if only I could control this surge of emotion brought on from having my first orgasm during sex. Thirty seconds doesn’t pass before he notices the stillness of my chest, no longer rising and falling beneath him. He lifts his head, and the deep storm in his eyes grabs me by the soul.

  God, this man. I feel too much for him, and it’s scaring the shit out of me.

  He untangles his fingers from my hair and brushes the tears from my cheeks. Then he kisses me, slow and deep until I’m moaning into his mouth.

  “It’s okay,” he says, breaking our kiss. His breath stutters across my skin as he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the center of my neck, all the way to my collarbone. “I’m not going anywhere, Jules.”

  He didn’t need to ask about the tears. Somehow, he already knew. It’s enough to open the floodgates all the way. Turning us onto our sides, he gathers me in his arms, one palm at the small of my back, and the other holding my head.

  And he lets me cry it out.

  All the guilt and shame.

  All the love in my soul for this man who isn’t free to be mine.

  Everything I’m feeling courses down my face, trembles in my limbs, and flares to life again between my thighs. I cling to him as if he’ll disappear.

  He tucks my leg between his and dips his head, coaxing me into another kiss.

  Jesus, he knows how to use his tongue. Earlier, he reduced me to an incoherent puddle of lust when he teased me through my panties, and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have his mouth on me with no barriers.

  Tugging on my hair, he tilts my head back and scrapes his teeth down my throat. “I already want you again. Once isn’t enough.”

  He’s rock hard against my thigh, just as ready as I am to go again. I don’t think we’ll ever stop wanting each other.

  “Take a shower with me?” he asks.

  I nod, and he slips from bed before pulling me to my feet. The door to my bathroom stands open, and he leads me in that direction. As soon as we step onto the cool tile, he brings his mouth down on mine and walks me backward into the shower stall. Never severing our kiss, he pushes me against the wall then flips on the spray.

  His cock presses into my belly, and I’m curious how it would feel in my hand. Reaching between us, I wrap my fingers around his shaft and caress the velvety smooth tip with my thumb.

  “Jesus,” he says, voice strangled as he braces himself against the wall. “Don’t ever stop touching me.”

  His vulnerability empowers me, gives me an addictive taste of confidence. I lower to my knees and trail my free hand down his abs while I stroke his cock. Eye to eye with his erection, I lick my lips as his need for me collects at the tip. I don’t care that I’m still wearing his cum, that taking him in my mouth is poking at one of my biggest insecurities. I just fucking need to taste him.

  I lift my chin and meet his metallic eyes. “Will you show me how you like it?”

  He grabs the back of my head, and water sprays over us, sending tear-like drops cascading down my face. My pulse flutters in my throat as we stare at each other. Several moments pass before he thrusts his hips forward and pushes the soft head of his cock against my lips. As I open for him, I splay a hand on his stomach.

  With a
groan, he slides in, and his shaft is warm and smooth and thick, and my lips stretch wide around him. Stroking his base with my fingers, I flatten my tongue and let him take the lead. Let his continuous moans guide me.

  He shoves deeper, his hand at the back of my head keeping me in place, and even though he’s moaning how good it feels, my old fears roar through me.

  Am I scraping him with my teeth? That was one of Chris’ biggest complaints, and he wasn’t as big as Cash. My limbs seize up, and I close my eyes as all of my insecurities stampede through my mind.

  He fists a hand in my hair. “Open your eyes, Jules.”

  The command in his voice draws my lids up, and I’m met with the image of a man on the verge of coming undone. Chest rising and falling fast, he pistons in and out of my mouth with increasing speed. The whole time, he traps me in his grasp, immobilizing me.

  Rendering me helpless to do anything but let him take his pleasure.

  To let him fuck my mouth.

  I feel used and adored all at once. Powerful and vulnerable and more sexual than I’ve ever felt in my life.

  “Jules,” he says as a shudder travels through him. “Touch yourself.”

  I dip my hand between my thighs. He’s taken control of my mouth, leaving me free to focus on rubbing myself to climax. Stroking my clit with my middle finger, I keep pace to his thrusts, and every inch of my skin flushes. I moan in abandon, my impending orgasm vibrating off my lips and around his shaft.

  “Don’t come.”

  Questioning him doesn’t occur to me. I halt my fingers before the tension building inside me has a chance to gush free.

  “The next time you come,” he chokes out, shoving the tip of his cock between my tonsils until I’m gagging, “it’s gonna be on my tongue.” He comes in a torrent of grunts and groans, and there’s nothing polite about the way he’s holding me to him while he empties down my throat.

  It’s raw and dirty and sexy-as-fuck.

  He didn’t just show me how he likes it.

  Didn’t just take the lead.

  He fucking owned me.

  26. Alpha

  Cash

  The memory of Jules on her knees with those luscious lips wrapped around my cock will haunt me for the rest of my life. So will the desperation in her eyes. That glimmer of need is still festering in her brown depths, because I told her not to come.

  And she listened, which completely blows my mind. Her trust in me is humbling. It’s awe-inspiring. I can’t wait to take my time with her, to coax her toward that cresting wave before dropping her into the abyss of sexual purgatory.

  Because nothing gets me hotter than the thought of keeping Jules on edge and watching her fall into madness with the need to come.

  We end up back in her bed with the sunlight spilling over our naked bodies. Her blond locks tickle my face as I spoon her. I can’t keep my gaze from straying to the sunflower bouquet on her nightstand. The poor thing is past the throwing-out stage, but she kept it anyway.

  Palming her breast, I kiss my way along the curve of her shoulder, and her nipple pebbles against my hand. Goosebumps arise on her skin.

  And my cock is already throbbing for more.

  “Did I suck at it?”

  “Jesus, Jules. You sucked the fuck out of it.” I draw the delicate lobe of her ear between my teeth. “And I mean that in a good way.”

  A nervous sigh stutters from her lips, and even though we’re talking about something that’s a huge deal to her, she’s still flushed from arousal. “I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

  “That’s not even possible. Everything about you has me wrapped, including your mouth. You could suck me forever and it wouldn’t be long enough.” Parting her thighs, I draw her leg back and drape it over mine, opening her for the touch of my hand. And for the longest time, I drive her wild by gently rubbing her clit.

  I’m high off the pleading sounds she makes in the back of her throat, the way her legs quake as I dip two fingers into her drenched pussy. But every time she approaches that inevitable summit, I snatch her back before she can dive off the edge.

  “Please,” she whimpers.

  My uneven breath blasts her neck. “Begging turns me on so much, Jules.”

  “You want me to beg? I’ll fucking beg.”

  “I want you to beg.” I swirl a finger at her opening before sliding it in again.

  “Please, Cash,” she gasps.

  “You want my tongue here?”

  “God yes.”

  “Do you want to come again?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  Shifting on the mattress, I push her onto her back and fit my knees at the juncture of her thighs.

  “Is that a yes?”

  A moan is the only answer I get.

  I slip down her body and dip my head between her splayed knees. “I can’t wait to taste you,” I say, blowing a drift of air onto her pussy. I slide my thumb through her wet center then lightly tease her clit.

  “You’re torturing me, Cash.”

  My dick jumps at the way she says my name—with a jittery sigh that jumpstarts the blood-flow to my cock. “Torturing you intrigues me.”

  She’s heaving breaths, her body so tightly strung she can’t stop trembling. And I haven’t even put my mouth on her yet. I crawl off the bed and yank her to the end of the mattress by the ankles. I lower to my haunches, and her knees quake as I haul them over my shoulders.

  “I’m gonna lick you until you’re out of your mind.” I raise my head and pin her with my gaze. Grabbing her hands, I push them to the mattress. “But if you move, I’ll stop.”

  Fuck, she’s a sight.

  Shallow breaths escaping parted lips.

  Sweat beading on her temples.

  The tint of her skin flushed pink from arousal and the heat of the day. And her eyes. Damn, those chocolate orbs cast me under their spell from the instant she turned them on me.

  “Tell me you want my tongue on your pussy.”

  “You have such a dirty mouth,” she says, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “You have no idea. I want to hear you say it, Jules. Beg me to lick you.”

  “I’ve waited so fucking long to be with you like this. Please, Cash.”

  We both waited—not only waited but fought against it tooth and nail—and that’s why I want this moment to last forever. I can’t imagine leaving this bed, but deep down, I know all that’s certain is now. This blip in time when I have Jules exactly where I want her.

  And I want her insane with wanting me. Hungry for the heat of my mouth and the plunder of my fingers.

  “I could eat you out all day.” I blow another hot breath between her thighs, making her spine arch. But she doesn’t move her hands at all. The fact that’s she’s so responsive and ready to obey makes my cock throb with the power she’s giving me.

  I bring my mouth down on her, my tongue burrowing its way home until I find the spot. And the first time the heady taste of her fills my mouth is the moment I know I’ll never be able to walk away from her.

  Because I’ll always need to come back for more.

  More of her smile.

  More of her fiery spirit that ensures she never hesitates to tell me how it is.

  More of this right here—the core of her sex and my tongue lapping her up as if I’m dying of thirst. Licking her clit in light back-and-forth strokes, I thrust a finger inside her and crook it. From between her spread legs, I meet her gaze, and the way her eyes are glazed over as she pants, her hands curling into fists at her sides where I told her to keep them, busts my heart wide open.

  She’s so close to shattering already, yet her willpower to do as I asked is holding her captive.

  And I fucking love it.

  I add another finger, extracting a cry from her. “Please!”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  She studies me, her brows furrowed in curiosity, and damn, she’s sexy when she bites her lip like that. I have
no shame as I pull my fingers from her pussy and use her body’s arousal to lubricate her ass. I gently push a finger into her puckered hole.

  She gasps and moans at the same time, but instead of tensing upon my intrusion, she relaxes enough to accept my probing digit. Her reaction storms through me, all the way to my toes. As she arches her neck, I devour the sight of her pretty nipples pointing toward the ceiling, just begging to be licked and bitten. I lodge my finger in her ass all the way to my knuckle.

  “You’re so beautiful, Jules.”

  “Oh God, Cash. Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Touch me.”

  I wiggle the finger I have shoved in her back door. “I am touching you.”

  “More.” She’s breathless when she says it. Demands it. I love that she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. I slip my thumb into her pussy.

  Jules is exquisite perfection with her knees splayed, golden locks tousled around her flushed cheeks as I cup her by the ass and pussy. I lower my head between her thighs and open my mouth over her again.

  She’s fucking mine.

  27. Slip of the Tongue

  Jules

  Jesus fucking Christ. He’s filling me with his fingers. I tighten my thighs around his shoulders as a flood of warmth gushes toward his expert tongue. Instead of keeping his pace, he slows his intimate kiss, lightens the strokes of his tongue. I want to growl in frustration because I’m almost there.

  My nails are digging into my palms. With sheer willpower, I keep them at my sides. I’ll do anything he asks at this point. For weeks now, I’ve been unable to stop the eventual tumble down this rocky mountain. Saying no to Cash is impossible.

  A breeze comes in through the window, making the curtains billow above the bed. The sounds of life outside our private bubble drift to my ears from beyond that window. Footsteps and chirping birds. Quiet conversations in the alley mingling with the drone of traffic from the freeway. There’s something especially erotic about spreading my thighs for Cash, unabashed in total nakedness as his tongue and fingers push me to madness in the middle of the day.