Uncovering You: The Complete Series (Mega Box Set)

by Edwards, Scarlett

  Well, all hell is going to break loose.

  “Not here,” I breathe, pressing my back up against the wall and tilting my hips forward so they push into his. Jesus, I can feel his erection!

  “No?” He smiles, and both his hands fall to my waist. He wraps them around and his fingers push past the waist of my jeans, under my panties, to find my ass. He tugs me toward him. “Then where?”

  His cheek brushes against my cheek, and the coarse stubble of his jaw runs over my skin. It makes shivers explode all over my body.

  “Somewhere… more private!” I gasp. And then, “Oh God!” as his mouth dips down and finds that tender, sensitive spot just at the side of my neck.

  His eyes blaze. He puts one leg between mine and asks, “Are you ready?”

  I bite my lip and nod vigorously. I want him more than he can imagine. More than I can believe. I want him… right now, right here, immediately, and damn the consequences!

  I’m so turned on that if he drops my pants and starts fucking me in this little dark stairwell I won’t protest!

  “Then let’s go,” he says. He takes my hand and pulls me after him.

  A second later we’re working our way through the crowd, with EDM blaring in the background. Lights flash and people roar in celebration as the DJ works his set. It’s dark. It’s loud. It’s busy. With the open night sky about us, it all feels delectably surreal.

  Especially when I look forward and see who’s leading me by the hand.

  It’s too noisy for me to ask him where we’re going. My mind comes up with all sorts of naughty, exciting scenarios: The restroom. A hidden closet. A secret corner. Maybe in the pool…

  But James has his mind set. He leads me straight to the glass wall of the penthouse suite. It extends from one edge of the rooftop to the other. The party reflects on the tinted glass.

  I never really paid it any mind before, but now…

  There’s a steel door there. James steps to it. He punches in the access code on a little keypad. I hear a click, then a whirr, and suddenly, we’re inside.

  11.

  The door seals behind me, cutting off all the noise of the party.

  I gape at the interior. The penthouse is spectacular.

  James releases my hand and steps in front of me. He turns, then takes a few strides backward on his heels. “So,” he smiles. “Tell me, Celeste. Are you impressed yet?”

  “Impressing me shouldn’t have been your prime objective,” I retort.

  “No. You’re right, of course.” He fixes his eyes on mine. “Seducing you is.”

  And then his lips are on mine, and I’m consumed by the kiss. He pushes me back so I’m plastered against the cold glass wall. His hands dart over my body, and, likewise, mine explore his. I feel the hard muscles of his arms, his back, his shoulders. It’s all just as I remember—better even, perhaps because this time my senses aren’t as dulled by alcohol.

  James hitches my leg up and presses into me. I moan, loving the kiss, loving the connection, absolutely losing myself in the moment. My greedy hands claw at his back, and he breaks away to rip my shirt and bra down.

  My breasts heave free. He drops down and immediately sucks on one, then the other. His tongue darts in and out, flicking my nipples. I close my eyes and let my head fall back, consumed by the wonderful sensations.

  James is on his knees. I hook my arms out of the straps of my top and let it fall to the floor. It pools around my feet. James lifts one foot and helps me out of my heel. He does the same to the other, so that I’m standing there in just my jeans, while he—again—is fully dressed.

  “You like getting me naked first, don’t you?” I breathe.

  “Oh yes.” His hands run up my legs and he cups my ass. He looks up at me as his fingers come around my waist. He undoes the button holding my jeans together. He tugs them down but leaves my panties on. “These lips,” he murmurs, pressing two fingers delicately into me so that I moan, “are the ones that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about.”

  He shimmies up and kisses the spot, eliciting another needy moan from me. He can see that I’m wet and how much I need him.

  His thumb dips inside, and he fingers my clit. A spasm takes me. I shudder toward him.

  “Oh Celeste,” he says, circling me now. “I’ve dreamt about tasting your pussy again for a very, very long time. The first time I saw you in class…” He curls his fingers in the string of my panties and pulls them down so I’m fully exposed to him. “…do you know what I thought about?”

  He breaks off and looks at me. His delicious, green eyes shine into mine. His hands have my panties halfway down my legs. “Do you, Celeste?”

  I shake my head and swallow. I’m trembling with need. “No,” I gasp.

  “I thought about the exact way I’m going to make you come next,” he says, and latches his mouth onto me.

  A moan explodes from my lips as his mouth envelopes my pussy. His tongue runs up and down the folds, teasing me, tasting me, enticing me with its touch.

  Waves of exquisite pleasure spiral through me. I gasp and moan as his hands clutch my ass and he pulls me closer into him. His tongue is greedy, sure, and oh-so-skilled. I lose myself to the sensations he elicits, to the pure bliss of the pleasure he brings.

  One of my hands goes flat against the window while the other one grasps at his hair. He makes a sound, like a mix between a growl and a roar, and pushes his head into me.

  Then his fingers join in. He spreads me wide and licks up the opening. I gasp. He dips two in, through my wetness, through the moisture, and starts working on that precise spot inside me.

  I can’t take it. My legs are shaking, and my body is completely consumed by the pleasure he brings. It’s so good. It’s so very, very good. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve been touched like this—never, I don’t think, not with Brad, not with any of the nameless hookups.

  I know that I’ve never been so vulnerable to a nearly-complete stranger.

  His fingers twist and stroke and curl, all the while his tongue continues to lap at my clit. I feel the oncoming orgasm in the distance.

  “Don’t stop!” I beg, clutching his head to me. “Dear God, oh, yes! Yes, go faster!”

  He complies, doubling his speed and intensity until the first hit of waves overtakes me. I cry out and come, with his mouth pressed to me. I come and let the climax wash over all the hidden doubts, inadequacies, and secret flaws I’ve been harboring since Brad.

  When I return I’m shaking. Trembling. My legs are weak, and my body aches. James licks up my folds one more time, eliciting one extra fucking shiver. I look down at him, past my swollen breasts, past my hardened nipples, and meet his hungry eyes.

  He’s not done yet. Oh no, I can tell that he’s just getting started.

  I give him a drowsy, loopy smile. I sag against the cold glass window –and then come to with a start, realizing that anybody outside… anybody at all… can simply turn their head and see.

  “Don’t worry,” James says. He stands, and as he does, trails his hands from my leg, up over my enflamed pussy, along the flesh of my belly, and up the midline of my breasts. He taps the glass. “It’s one-way. You’re in complete privacy with me.”

  His fingers come to a rest on my lips. His eyes focus on me, and he regards me with an animalistic purpose. “Taste yourself,” he commands.

  I part my lips oh-so-slightly and let him dip his finger in. I suck my own juices off as he pulls his hand from my mouth. He brings them to his own lips, and licks those very same fingers. “Delicious,” he whispers, holding me spellbound with his gaze. “You have no equal, truly.”

  I scoff, prompting him to chuckle. “You think I joke? How many women do you think have seen the inside of my apartment?”

  The question makes me freeze. It is not something I want to think about.

  “Enough,” I say brusquely, and push away from the glass to advance onto him. I sway my hips side to side, feeling deliciously sexy, feeling de
sired, feeling empowered, feeling alive.

  I can see the large bulge in his pants for me. I lick my lips, hungry for his cock. He went down on me… he undressed me…

  It’s time to return the favor.

  I grab him by the lapels of his jacket. I pull him to me and kiss him hard. I roll my hips against his erection. He moans as I tease him through the fabric. The soft cotton feels as rough as steel wool against my hypersensitive skin.

  He breaks away with a gasp. His hands come on my ass. He squeezes and then tugs me up. I take the hint and jump onto him, wrapping both legs around his waist.

  And then we’re kissing again, and he’s consumed me. I am utterly and completely in his thrall. Vaguely, I feel us moving—him carrying me somewhere. I do not pay attention where. I cannot. The kiss is too important, his strength is too astounding. My mind is consumed and owned and is about to be obliterated by this spectacular man.

  He drops me. I fall. I land on something soft, plush, cushiony—a bed. I look around. We’re in an enormous bedroom, with the lights from the city of Chicago shining up at us through the open window.

  A glimpse is all I get, because at that moment, James pounces. My legs curl up and around his waist yet again. My hands search for his belt. I find the buckle, struggling for a second as it catches, but then manage to get it off.

  He strips out of his jacket. I unbutton his pants and reach inside and feel… him.

  Holy shit his dick feels enormous. My hand runs along its length, pressing against him, exploring every vital, rigid contour. My exploration earns me a moan from him. I bite my lip and take firmer hold of his cock.

  I start to stroke him. He peels off his shirt. The light from outside accents the hard lines of his body. His shoulders look absolutely delicious. Those are some shoulders I can really sink my teeth into.

  “You like holding my cock in your hand?” he whispers, right above me. “You enjoy knowing how hard you get me, enjoy feeling my desire for you?” He pulses his hips back and forth so he slides through my fisted hand. “You like moaning for me, Celeste? You like when I make you come?”

  “Yes,” I say, emboldened by his words. I start stroking him faster. Harder.

  He leans into me so his hard chest presses against my breasts. The heat of his body clashes with mine. Together, we make a fiery inferno.

  “I love making you come,” he tells me. He lifts his head so he can look straight into my eyes. “Next time I see you in class, Celeste, you know what I’ll be thinking?” He lowers his head and sucks on my breast. “I’ll be thinking about tonight… and our next night… and the times I’ve made you come, and all the times you exploded for me on my fingertips, the glorious sounds of your orgasm, the way your whole body shakes and your legs quiver when you’re climaxing right on top of me!”

  And he grabs me by the waist and turns us over, so that I’m straddling him, his heavy cock full and erect right at my very entrance…

  He reaches into his bedside drawer. His hand fumbles for something and then emerges holding a small square packet.

  He starts to open the condom. I grab it from him before he can.

  “Wait,” I say. I take it from him, then lay it down beside us on the bed.

  My hands go to his shoulders and run down the length of his sexy body. I shimmy down, kissing him here, biting him there, until my face is level with his cock.

  My tongue flicks out, and I lick the tip. He watches me, intensely turned on. So am I. I start swirling my tongue around the head. I pucker my lips and take him inside my mouth, just to the crest. He moans. I lick down along the base, holding him with one hand. Down one side and up the other, all the while staring into his eyes.

  Those eyes are clouded with lust. “Ride me,” he rasps.

  “Patience,” I croon, and start stroking him gently. My thumb plays with the vein running along the underside. I keep the head in my mouth, bobbing up and down every time my fist slides up along him.

  The wet sounds my mouth makes against his dick are so erotic, so alluring. I’m soaking wet. I need him between my legs.

  I right myself. I’ve always come best on top, when I can control the motion, when I can roll and move my hips in exactly the way I need for him to hit that perfect spot. The condom is back in my hand, and I roll it over his cock.

  His head comes up. His ab muscles strain deliciously to keep him like that. I love that I can see every hard ridge. I love that when I reach down and touch him, I can feel every hard ridge.

  This isn’t fantasy anymore. Nor is it simple remembrance. I position myself above him, holding him at the entrance. The tip of his dick brushes against my folds. I’m highly sensitive and oh-so-ready. I give a little moan of self-indulgent pleasure, meet his gaze, and ruthlessly sink down on his length.

  My eyes go to the back of my head as he fills me. The stretch, the pressure, the tightness all feel like sin. I lower myself all the way, slowly, savoring the initial moment, ignoring any bit of discomfort. The look in his eyes tells me that he cannot wait anymore.

  Neither can I. I place both hands on his chest and start to ride.

  I gasp each time he fills me, consumed by ecstasy and pleasure. His hands go to my hips and he directs my movements. Together, we ramp up speed, going faster, faster, faster. We lose ourselves in the moment. His breathing becomes hard and heavy as we get closer to our release. My breasts slap against me. He pulls me down to suck roughly on my nipples. I keep pulsing my hips, gasping for air, gasping for him. “Oh yes,” I beg. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…!”

  Just as I start to glimpse the climax building in the distance, he rips out and pulls me over. Before I know what’s what, he starts fucking me from behind. His hips slam against my ass. I cry out in unabated pleasure.

  “Yes, James, YES!”

  I’m so close… dear God, I’m so close.

  His hand wraps in my hair, and he pulls my head back. That’s exactly the type of dominance I need. I explode on the spot and shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. I cry out for him as my head falls into the pillow. He pulls out, rips the condom off, and comes hard all over my back.

  I’m left reeling. He’s left gasping. I’m ready to collapse into the bed, but just before I do, he leans close and whispers in my ear:

  “That was spectacular… lover.”

  12.

  I drift off into a languid daydream on the bed. I don’t mean to, but I’m so spent, so satisfied, so very much content that it just happens.

  Then the severity of what I just did hits me, and I bolt up with sudden alarm.

  I just fucked my professor!

  Maybe it’s the alcohol wearing off, or maybe it’s just me coming to my senses, but all I know then is that I need to get away. I can’t stay here, not with him, not overnight, not like this…!

  I fling the sheets off and jump out of bed. James, startled by the sudden movement, jerks his head toward me. A flicker of concern shows on his face.

  “Where are you going?” he asks. I can feel his eyes on my naked body, feel the lust in them, and feel my growing weakness for him.

  I need out. Stat.

  “Away,” I breathe, and look for something I can wrap around myself while I retrieve my clothes from the other room.

  “Away?” He chuckles. “You think you can get away from me? You think that I’m just going to let you go?”

  “I don’t know what I think,” I bark. My head is spinning, my mind consumed with images of him, and my body’s still buzzing. I spot his shirt on the ground and make a grab for it. I throw it over my shoulders and rush out of the room.

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?” James calls. I stop outside the threshold and look back. He’s pushed himself up in bed. His clear, green eyes shine in the night. His hair is all tousled. By the set of his jaw, I can tell he’s ready for another fuck.

  As am I. God do I want to do it again.

  But he can’t know that. He won’t know that, because I’ll never tell him. This was a mistake. I
shouldn’t have given in to my desires.

  Oh God, what’s Summer going to think if she finds out?

  But that’s just the thing. I don’t intend for her to find out. I don’t intend for anyone to find out. Not ever. I’m not going to be seen as just another notch on James’ sizeable belt. In fact, after tonight, I’m cutting things off.

  “What?” I say, angry and agitated and on edge all at once. I feel guilty, most of all. Guilty for breaking my promise to myself to reform my act. Guilty for sneaking around behind my best friend’s back with a man she has eyes for. Guilty for letting the situation with him deteriorate into… into… well, into this.

  Casually, he reaches under his pillow. He takes out my phone and dangles it between two fingertips. “This,” he says.

  I storm back into the room. “How did you get that?” I snap, snatching it from him. He lets go without a second’s pause.

  “Don’t be mad.” He smiles. “It was in the back pocket of your jeans. Don’t think I’d let you leave without it.”

  “Why did you even take it?” I demand. I turn it on, quickly swipe past the unlock screen—damn, I should have set a password—and my stomach sinks when I see all the missed texts from Summer.

  “Isn’t it obvious?” he asks. “I didn’t want us to be interrupted.”

  “You took my phone!” I check the ringer. “And you set it on silent! You fucking asshole, nothing gives you the right!”

  “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, Celeste.” He shifts higher, and the cover falls to his waist. I force myself not to look at his naked body… but it’s damn hard.

  One peek, I think. I can indulge in one peek.

  But he catches me looking and smiles in a coy, satisfied way. “You like what you see?”

  “Don’t change the subject!” I exclaim. “You took my phone without me knowing. Dammit, James, don’t you have any respect for privacy?”

  “That’s not what this is about,” he says. He’s cool and level-headed, while I’m freaking out. Seeing him so calm only pisses me off more.