Southern Player: A Charleston Heat Novel

by Peterson, Jessica

  And just like that, I am completely, utterly, entirely bare.

  Luke goes still—he downright freezes—when he takes in my body.

  The hard-edged desire in his expression softens. Brow furrows, blue intensifies.

  He swallows. Smooths his hand down my side. His touch gentle and slow and almost—

  Reverent.

  And the look on his face when he guides his fingers over the narrow strip of my pubic hair, over my swollen labia, is almost—

  Pained.

  My heart suddenly feels very full.

  Like any red-blooded woman, I’ve dreamed of being touched well. I’ve dreamed of being fucked thoroughly. Knowledgeably.

  This is that kind of touching.

  I knew Luke would be good at this. But I had no idea he would be masterful.

  I am in the presence of a goddamn maestro.

  The hazy desire to be masterful at this myself drifts through me. If there was ever a time and place to learn these delicious dark arts, it’s here. Now. With this man.

  A man who’s on his haunches now between my legs. I reach for him, grabbing his wrist just as he’s parting my folds with his thumb.

  He looks up. “You always shave like this?”

  His voice is rough.

  He’s dying, I’m dying.

  There’s comfort in knowing we’re in this together.

  “Do you not like it?”

  “This is your pussy, Gracie girl. I love it any way you love it. So let’s rephrase your question. Do you not like it?”

  I blink.

  Then I answer. Gut-quick.

  “I do like it,” I say. “Sometimes, anyway. It’s work I don’t always enjoy doing. But makes everything a little more sensitive. Makes me feel sexy, too.”

  I don’t know why, but saying that makes me smile.

  Luke smiles, too, and the fullness in my heart spills over.

  Stop, I want to tell him. That, or keep going forever please thank you goodnight.

  “That’s all I ask—you do what makes you feel sexy. I don’t expect or need you to shave on my account.” He runs a hand down his chest. “Clearly a little hair don’t bother me.”

  I nod, simultaneously smiling and swallowing the slight tightness in my throat. Where the hell did that come from?

  “I’m gonna get to know you now,” he says, scooching back so that he’s once again in pussy eating position. My blood leaps. “Eyes on me. Show me what you like.”

  He uses his thumbs to open me. Sucks in a breath. Leans down and inhales again.

  “Aw, baby girl, you smell so sweet.”

  Stop. Keep going.

  And then he kisses me. None of that half-assed shit.

  A full on kiss, tongue and lips and ferociousness. He focuses on my clit, pressing the flat of his tongue against it before drawing it into his mouth.

  Slow slow slow.

  Good good good.

  I moan, spearing my hand through his hair. My hips buck. I can’t keep still.

  Can’t get a grip.

  His eyes flick to meet mine. My heart bangs. The realization ripping through me with the force of a hundred hurricanes as silent communication passes between us.

  “I’m doing this on purpose,” he says with his eyes. “I’m showing you me so you’ll show me you.”

  Jesus Christ, he’s cornering me. With his tongue and his adoration and his hairy, dirty-talking self, he’s backing me into a corner, leaving no room for fear or artifice. Everything he’s making me feel is urgent. I don’t have time to second guess it.

  I don’t have time to think. I just respond. Rise. Roll with it.

  I just am.

  A thought snags—that he’s somehow manipulated me to get to this point.

  But then I think, no way. No fucking way. I have been a willing participant in every millisecond of this encounter. I am the one who initiated it. I am the one who wanted intensity.

  He’s giving it to me. Freely. Asking nothing in return except to keep an open mind.

  Sweetness gathers between my legs. He runs his tongue down my slit, then back up again, and I cry out when he’s back on my clit. Kissing and sucking.

  He pulls back. Eyes flashing mischievously as he licks his lips.

  “Fucking tease,” I say, tightening my fist in his hair.

  He smirks. “Bringin’ you to the edge over and over again’ll just make it better when I finally push you off it.”

  “Push me,” I say, not recognizing my own voice. “Hard.”

  He touches the tip of his tongue to his top lip.

  “Now who’s being bossy?”

  I glide a hand down my chest and start playing with one of my nipples. “Me. Push.”

  Push. Pull. I’m feeling it all tonight. And I don’t hate it.

  The look in his eyes darkens. He narrows them, all his focus on my face, and the insides of my torso suddenly feel stretched tight.

  “Yes ma’am,” he says, and he ducks down to tongue me again. The lewd way his head dips as he eats me out—

  It. Is. Everything.

  Now there are fingers involved. He laps at my clit while he sinks his middle finger inside me. Thrusting gently. Slowly. In time to the movements of his tongue.

  I am rising into my orgasm like a kite on a windy day. In stomach dropping increments, uneven, sudden dips and lurches higher.

  My eyes flutter shut.

  “No no no, baby girl. Eyes on me,” he murmurs against my flesh. I do as he tells me, our gazes locking. His finger slips out of me. I cry out. “I wanna touch your ass.”

  The heaviness between my legs spikes.

  “I know you’ve never had anal sex. But has anyone touched you there at all?”

  I shake my head, my hair making a muffled noise as it moves across the pillowcase.

  His brow creases. Like he’s in pain again.

  “Go ahead,” I say, heart thumping.

  He swallows. His finger slips lower.

  Lower.

  Gently, he touches the tip of his finger to my asshole.

  I tense. At the same time, pleasure spirals through me. The pressure is…strange. And obscene. And I like it.

  He presses a little harder, watching my reaction. I roll my hips into him, pressing down on his finger. Curious. Wanting more.

  “Careful,” he says. “Baby steps, Gracie. We’re gonna go slow with this. I don’t want to hurt you. Not unless you wanna be hurt.”

  A tremble moves through my legs. Just the idea of being hurt—of doing dirty shit I’ve never done before—is almost enough to make me come.

  I was so worried about this. What my partners would think of it.

  With Luke, I quite obviously do not have to worry.

  The sense of freedom that gives me makes me feel downright giddy.

  “Keep going,” I say, curling my other hand around his shoulder. Digging my nails into his skin. “I’m so fucking close.”

  He’s smirking again. And then his mouth is on me again, too. Tongue circling my clit as he presses his finger against my pucker more firmly.

  My orgasm rises up. So close so close.

  His fingertip slips inside my ass. Just a little.

  Just enough to push me right off that edge and into the dark, throbbing abyss below.

  My hips buck. My pussy contracts against his mouth, his finger, legs snapping shut as my orgasm rips through me.

  I come. Hard. Hands on his head.

  “Luke.” It’s a strangled cry. “Oh.”

  He’s holding me by the hips now. Tongue still moving. I come and I come and I come. The pulses are tight and sweet, radiating throughout my entire being.

  Just when the shockwaves begin to subside, Luke reaches up and tweaks one of my nipples. The waves crash through me with renewed force.

  I am fucking flying. Lost to sensation and sweetness.

  I’m a shuddering, moaning mess, clinging to Luke because—

  Because this feels too good and too big to experienc
e by myself.

  My legs drift apart as I come back to earth.

  I’m breathing hard, pulse drumming in my ears. At some point I must’ve closed my eyes, because I open them and find Luke looking at me. Lips glistening with my arousal, the muscles in his neck and shoulders drawn taut.

  “Wow,” I manage. “Just—wow.”

  “It ain’t my tractor. But you still got that throb goin’ between your legs. Told you it makes life worth living.”

  He’s right.

  Damn this man, he’s right.

  Chapter Eleven

  Luke

  Gracie laughs.

  She fucking laughs, the sound radiating with unbridled joy.

  Joy that rips me neatly in half.

  “You’re saying you’re better than your tractor at getting me off?”

  I press one last kiss to her clit. Gentle, but she still hisses.

  “Yup.”

  “I’m going to have to meet this tractor. Compare y’all’s skills.”

  I climb over her and kiss her mouth. Because I can’t not kiss her when she’s making tractor jokes.

  She puts a hand on my chest, right above my heart. It’s going wild.

  Her taste is all over me. All over her now, too.

  When I pull back, I find her smiling. Brown eyes wet and soft with satisfaction.

  Oh, Lordy.

  I knew we had chemistry. I knew we’d be good at this—getting naked and getting off.

  But I didn’t anticipate it being this good this fast. Her hot little body sure as hell don’t hurt. But it’s her confidence that’s the real turn on. She was scared when she first got here.

  Now, though? Now she’s being bossy, she’s begging me to finger her ass, she’s laughing.

  She’s comfortable.

  Mission accomplished.

  “My tractor is big.” I settle myself between her legs. Melting my groin into hers, making my dick roar. “But I’m bigger.”

  To hammer the point home, I swivel my hips, pressing myself against her none too gently.

  Her eyes go hazy as her head falls back, mouth open.

  And then her eyes flash.

  Without warning, she uses the hand on my chest to push me. Hard.

  I’m on my back and she’s on top of me, knees straddling my hips, before I know what’s happening.

  The bare lips of her pussy spread open. I can see her clit. Her inner folds. Bright pink and just begging to be fucked.

  My balls tighten.

  “How about you show me just how big you are?” she says, walking her fingers down my stomach. It caves, muscles contracting as fire spreads through my skin.

  Aw yeah.

  I like where this is going.

  I draw my hands up her sides, thumbs drawing a line from her navel to her breasts.

  She pushes up onto her knees so that she’s kneeling. My hands slide to her thighs.

  I watch as she unbuttons my jeans. Unzips the fly.

  Her hand moves inside my boxers. I groan when her fingers wrap around my dick and pull it out.

  The damn thing practically bounces free it’s so stiff. Jutting upward from my hips.

  “Oh my God,” Gracie blurts, eyes going wide.

  I laugh. “I wasn’t lying, baby girl.”

  She stares at it in wonder. “No. You weren’t. You’re huge.”

  My body is screaming for release.

  I grit my teeth when she glides her hand up, then down, one firm, slow stroke.

  Her brow furrows. “Are you uncut?”

  “Mm-hm.” I dip my head in a nod, trying very hard to gather the wherewithal to use whole words.

  I can’t.

  “I’ve never seen an uncircumcised penis before.” She’s shimmying down now, trying to get a better look. “I don’t—is there anything different I can do? To make it feel good for you, I mean?”

  Because being smart and confident and hot as hell isn’t enough.

  Now Gracie’s got to go and be a giver, too.

  My hands tighten around her legs.

  I’m starting to think there’s no way I can fuck her without falling in love with her.

  Hell, I’m already halfway there.

  Which is a problem. ’Cause Gracie doesn’t want to fall for someone right now.

  No telling if she’ll ultimately be able to trust me enough to consider more. That’s her call to make. But I can try to show her I’m different from the other guys she’s been with. I can show her what real love looks like from a real man.

  I can show her that taking a chance on me—on us—is worth the risk.

  Because it is. This kind of connection don’t come around all that often. I been around enough to know wanting someone like this, and laughing with someone like this, is rare.

  I just hope I don’t end up with a broken heart when all is said and done.

  It’d be my own damn fault if I did. Gracie said flat out she doesn’t want anything serious. And I’m the one who agreed to hook up anyway as long as she just kept an open mind.

  An open mind doesn’t guarantee anything, though.

  Is this stupid?

  Am I being stupid doing this right now?

  Then again, it’s a little late for that. I just made Gracie come. Now she’s got my dick in her hand, looking at it like she very much wants to put it in her mouth, too.

  Stupid or not, this is happening. And I ain’t mad at it.

  Even though maybe I should be.

  “I’m generally more sensitive,” I say. “Having the foreskin there protects the head from rubbing up against shit. You know, metal flies, jeans, that kinda thing. So when it comes out to play, it’s ready.”

  Gracie thumbs the underside of my head, and I see fucking stars. My abs ripple.

  She’s ducking down now. Eyes on mine as she trails her mouth down my belly.

  Sweet baby Jesus, Gracie Jackson is gonna suck my cock.

  Keep your shit together, man.

  She’s stroking me now, that quick little mouth of hers dangerously close. She leans in. Kisses my head, swiping a small slick of precum onto her top lip.

  Sparks ignite at the base of my spine.

  I take her face in my hand. Spread the cum onto her bottom lip, too.

  “We haven’t talked about this,” I say, dipping my thumb inside her mouth. “Where d’you want me to come?”

  Her eyes flash. She bites down on my thumb before releasing it. “Where would you like to?”

  I tuck her hair behind her ear. Then I reach down and cup her breast. It’s full. Heavy. So feminine and perfect I wanna scream.

  “Here,” I say, drawing my thumb across the hardened point of her nipple.

  “But that will be messy.” Now she’s drawing her thumb across the head of my dick. Playfully biting her lip as she looks up at me again. “Sticky.”

  “Very messy.” I glide my hand into her hair. Fist it. Tug it. She gasps. Then she grins. “I wanna make a fuckin’ mess of you, baby girl.”

  Just like you’re making a mess of me.

  “Then let’s get messy,” she says. And then she leans in and takes the head of my cock into her mouth.

  My hips jerk at the sudden, searing contact. She’s rolled her lips around her teeth, and is swallowing me inch by inch. Her mouth is hot—so hot—and slick.

  I loosen my grip on her hair. Move my fingertips gently across her scalp as she starts to suck. The pressure—the grip she’s got on me—all I can do is sputter, holding her hair away from her face. Her mouth is hot and wet and tight. Just like I imagine her pussy will be.

  “Fuck,” I say, biting my lip. “Gracie, fuck you feel good.”

  I watch this girl I’ve dreamed about for years moan. I watch her take me deeper, head ducking. Eyes the color of whiskey when they flick to meet mine.

  She’s good at this.

  And from the look of it, she’s enjoying it.

  Losing herself in it.

  I grit my teeth to keep from thrusting into h
er throat. I adore her enthusiasm. Her willingness to have fun with this.

  My need for release becomes acute. I don’t want this to end. But I can’t hold my orgasm back much longer.

  Especially when her hands find the sides of my ass and she squeezes them, pushing me a little bit further into her mouth.

  Her tongue circles around my head.

  “That’s it,” I gasp, jerking my hips. Pulling my cock out of her mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

  Without thinking I curl my hands around her waist and toss her onto her back. The mattress dips; she sucks in a breath.

  Then I’m climbing on top of her, dick in my hand. Surrounding her with my body. One, two savage strokes, and I’m coming.

  We both watch as I come all over her chest. Her tits. Her belly. Jesus I keep coming. It’s all over her now.

  My pulse is pounding. An ominous drumbeat.

  Gracie closes her eyes, turning her head away from me.

  My stomach plummets. Was this too much? Did I cross a line?

  “Gracie girl,” I say gruffly. “Baby, look at me. Right now. Let me know you’re okay.”

  She opens her eyes. A beat passes between us. Her chest rises and falls. Rises and falls. Like she can’t quite catch her breath.

  Her eyes never leaving mine, she glides a palm down her chest. Uses the pad of her first finger to smear my cum across the hardened point of her nipple.

  “It was just enough, Luke.”

  I stare at her.

  “My fucking God,” I manage, hanging my head. “You—gah, you are sexy as hell, Grace.”

  I look back up. She wipes at her lips with that finger, smearing me all over her mouth. Lips curled into the most sated, seductive smile ever.

  “You taste good,” she says.

  “You taste better.” I look at her. Heart beating hard. “Still ravenous?”

  She goes still at that. Blinking lazily up at me as her gaze takes on this look—it’s almost wistful.

  “For sex? No,” she says. “But for food? Yes.”

  I don’t know why, but this makes me grin.

  Curling an arm around her waist, I roll onto my side and take her with me so we’re face to face. Nose to nose as I lean in and kiss her mouth. I taste myself there.

  I was right. She tastes better.

  “How ’bout we give those cupcakes you brought over a try?”