Southern Hotshot: A North Carolina Highlands Novel

by Peterson, Jessica

  He goes slowly but my heart still thunders inside my chest, blood running wild inside my skin. A beat tightens between my legs. He deepens the kiss, drawing me up to him, and I meet him stroke for stroke, his tongue licking into my mouth, my teeth coming down on his bottom lip before I give it a quick, hard suck.

  Samuel groans again, his other hand finding my hip. He guides his fingers inside my—his—sweatshirt, not stopping until he finds skin. He glides his hand up my bare side, my body arching into his touch.

  Keep going, I silently plead.

  His thumb trails a ribbon of fire up my stomach and stops just beneath my breast.

  “Where the fuck is your bra?” he rasps against my mouth.

  I smirk. “Somewhere in your bathroom, I think.”

  “Aw, baby, you’re killin’ me,” he murmurs, gliding his thumb up over the curve of my tit.

  A shockwave of need rips through me when his thumb finds my nipple. The heat from the fire, the heat between my legs—it’s overwhelming.

  I like it when he calls me baby.

  I also like it when he circles his thumb over my nipple. Gentle and slow and soft. My kiss becomes eager, and Samuel gives me what I want, deepening the kiss without making it messy.

  It’s sexy, and it’s romantic, and it’s exactly how I hoped kissing would feel when I was a confused fifteen-year-old making out with my pillow.

  He doesn’t try to dominate. Doesn’t rush and doesn’t show off. He just kisses and touches me the way I want to be kissed and touched. He’s just a guy and I’m just a girl, and we’re trying on real together for the first time. No pretense. No lies.

  Just breaths and heartbeats. And what’s truer than that?

  My heart tells me I want more of his touch. So I moan and he says, “This has gotta come off,” and then I’m pulling back and holding up my arms as Samuel lifts the sweatshirt over my head.

  The sudden rush of air makes my skin pebble. Samuel’s eyes rake hungrily over my bare torso, my lips and my clit throbbing. His gaze becomes hooded. It moves to meet mine, and he curls both hands around my torso, just underneath my armpits, and guides his thumbs over my nipples.

  I see stars. Electricity zips from my nipples to my clit, and I roll my hips, breath coming in pants. He’s touching me well and carefully. Like he’s treasuring rather than taking me.

  I don’t know if I’ve ever been touched that way before.

  I shiver.

  “Samuel,” I manage. I don’t recognize my own voice. It bares the need making me weak…everywhere. My knees. My resolve.

  And you know what? I don’t hate it.

  I especially don’t hate it when Samuel’s brow curves upward and he reaches behind his head to grab the neck of his sweatshirt. He tugs it off, and no joke, I think I black out for a heartbeat.

  He is fit. In the American and the British sense of the word. He’s on the thick side of ripped with muscles everywhere. But it’s the tiny details of his physique that light me on fire. The sharp lines of his collarbones. The vein that runs vertically up his bicep. The whorls of hair covering his chest.

  I shiver.

  He frowns and pats his lap. “Come here.”

  I push off my hand and lift my knee over his crossed legs. Straddling his hips, I hold myself up a little ways from his groin. He’s not pitching a tent—not yet—but if he’s as turned on as I am, he’s got something going on down there, and I don’t want to inadvertently hurt him.

  Samuel, apparently, isn’t worried about that.

  “Come here.” He puts his hands on my hips and guides them down until I’m settled snugly against him. My pussy comes alive at the slight pressure, making need coil tightly in my core.

  My nipples brush against his chest. His skin is warm. Really warm.

  My stomach aches at the way the muscles in his chest bunch against the skin as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him.

  In an instant, I’m surrounded by his heat. With my face buried in the crook of his neck, he places his palm on my nape again, holding me there. My shoulders relax away from my ears, bit by bit until they’re languid and soft.

  “Warmer?” he murmurs into my hair.

  I turn my head to press a kiss to his neck. I feel his stomach tense. “You’re a human furnace.”

  “I run hot.”

  “I like hot.”

  “Good thing you have me around then,” he says, and then he kisses my mouth.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Samuel

  Emma wraps her arms around my neck and falls into the kiss.

  I wait for warning bells to go off in my head. Danger. Stop. Don’t.

  But my thoughts are strangely calm. And while I’m nervous about…well, fucking everything, my gut’s telling me I’ve gotta give Emma what she needs.

  Luckily, her body is responsive to even the smallest touches, the tiniest changes in pace, so I take my time and learn her.

  I learn she’s got a spine of steel but the softest skin.

  I learn she likes to linger. Her kiss is deep and searching, and her body rises into my touch when I tease her a little, when I go slowly, intentionally.

  I learn that turning me on turns her on. She kisses my neck, and I growl, and she does it again, nicking me with her teeth as her fingertips glide into the hair at the nape of my neck. I tighten my arms around her—I want her close, I’ve gotta keep her warm—and she starts playing with my hair, moving up and down ever so slightly, just enough that her nipples rub against my chest.

  I’m hard, and I want to fuck. But for the first time, I want to make it last longer. Who knows when Emma will let me touch her like this again? I don’t want to think about what happens tomorrow, but I realize I’m at her mercy. I may be holding her, but she’s holding all the cards.

  The last time we hooked up was intense. This time is soft. Slow.

  It’s different, and I like it.

  I’ve fucked plenty in my day. And while that was satisfying in its own right, now I understand that I never let it go deeper because I was too scared to let anyone in.

  I’m still scared. But I’m letting Emma in anyway.

  I let her learn me. She trails her mouth down my throat, stopping to linger on my collarbones. When she flicks her tongue over my nipples, I grab her hair and fist it. I feel her lips move into a smile against my skin.

  Her hands wander over every inch of me. Caressing me, like what she finds is a wonder. Her fingers dance over my abs, and my stomach caves. The heaviness between my legs hurts.

  “Stand up,” she commands.

  My cock leaps. I like it when she gets bossy.

  I also like where this is going.

  Getting to my feet, I look down at Emma. I guide her onto her knees and take her face in my hand. She’s fucking gorgeous. Tits high, nipples puckered and perfect, brown eyes liquid and warm. Skin on her chest flushed.

  She curls her fingers into the waistband of my sweats and pulls them down. Her eyes widen at the sight of my dick. It juts out from between my hips, rock hard and huge.

  Emma’s lips twitch. “Wow.”

  Smirking, I give myself a lazy tug with my free hand. “You’re welcome.”

  “Hey.” She grabs my wrist, stilling the motion. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

  Aw, yeah.

  Yeah, I really like where this is going.

  I kick off my sweats and hold up my hands. “Tell me what to do, baby.”

  She grabs my ass, fingers curling into my flesh as she jerks me forward.

  “Come here.” Emma is eye level with my cock. She glances up at me. “You touch me, and I stop. Understand?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Keep your arms up,” she says. Then she opens her mouth, tongue darting between her lips, and licks my shaft. Starting at the base, she drags the tip of her tongue along the vein that runs up the side. I grit my teeth, sparks igniting deep in my core.

  She circles her tongue around my crown. I want he
r to take my head in her mouth so badly. I’m leaking already, and I need to fuck the back of her throat right now.

  Only Emma seems intent to take her time. My fingers curl into fists as she teases me, brushing her nipples against the tops of my thighs. I want to fist her hair, shove my cock into her mouth. But I don’t.

  And the waiting, the unbearable tension—it’s hot.

  When she does finally taste my head, my hips jerk. The sight of her lips ducked out over my cock might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Her mouth is warm and slick, and Lord does she know what she’s doing with that fucking tongue of hers.

  But it’s her willingness to look me in the eye while she sucks my cock that gets me. Bobbing her head, taking me a little deeper, then a little deeper still, her gaze finds mine and stays there.

  Her words were firm, but the look she gives me is soft. Heavy lidded. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming, but it’s obvious she’s turned on to the max too. She laps at me, drinking me in, her grip on my ass loosening as she loves me. She swallows me, taking me to the back of her throat, and I moan.

  Her eyes glisten. Pulling back, she takes a deep breath and does it again. And again. Her head moves sensually now, slowly, and she wraps a hand around my shaft, giving me a tug as she goes up and down, up and down. She wants this to be good for me because she cares.

  Still she looks at me. She lets me see her feeling, falling, and I know, I just fucking know, she wants me to do the same.

  I want to too.

  I let the dam inside me break. I want to close my eyes, to bear witness to the moment alone, but I resist the urge, and I look my girl in the eye. My stomach does a hundred backflips in the space of a single heartbeat.

  My legs are Jell-O. I reach for her, grabbing her hand, saying, “I’m sorry, Em, I’m sorry, but I need—”

  I need you.

  I half expect her to pull away. Instead, she tangles her fingers with mine, palms flush, and gives my hand a squeeze.

  There’s a pull at my feet, like gravity is sucking me into the floor. My vision goes blurry at the edges. The room spins.

  It stops. All that’s left inside is Emma and me, and this feeling that moves between us.

  We’re lost.

  We move together, giving and taking in equal measure. I roll my hips, and she bobs her head. We do this until I feel a familiar twist at the base of my spine.

  “Baby.” I cup her face again, thumbing up her chin. “I wanna come inside you.”

  Curling her tongue around me one last time, she slowly pulls back. Her saliva covers my cock and her swollen lips. It’s lewd and it’s beautiful, and I take a mental snapshot so I can remember her like this.

  “I have condoms in my bag by the garage door,” she says. “I’ll go get a few.”

  It’s wrong that I wonder why she’s got condoms and who she was planning to use them with. I know that. But I’m past knowing, I’m just feeling now, and what I feel for this woman is deep and raw and primal. The idea of her fucking someone else makes me burn with jealousy.

  I do my best to shove it aside. Em and I can have that discussion later.

  Right now, I need to be between her thighs, or I’m gonna die.

  Bending down, I bring our joined hands to my lips and kiss hers. “I’ve got condoms in my bathroom. I think. I may have to do some digging—”

  “My bag is close, and it’s a sure thing.” She squeezes my hand again. “Hurry.”

  The fact that she’s as needy as I am has me darting for the back hallway.

  It’s chillier over here away from the fire, and dark, but I don’t bother turning on the light. I make a beeline for the outline of her bag on the bench beside the door, unzipping it. I dig around inside. Something pokes the back of my hand—a heel? Thing’s a fucking weapon.

  I dig blindly until I hear the crinkle of foil packets. Sleeve of Trojans in hand, I sprint back to the living room.

  And nearly come right then and there when I see Em waiting for me on all fours. Light of the fire catching on the bare skin of her back, her ass toward me, knees together.

  I stand, and I stare. I don’t know where her pants went, and I don’t care. Glancing over her shoulder, she shoots me a little grin and gets down on her forearms, making her back arch and her ass shoot straight up.

  “Fuck,” I say, tearing a packet off the sleeve and opening it. “Not fair, Em.”

  “I never promised to play fair.”

  “Spread your knees.”

  “Make me.”

  “You want me to hurt you?”

  Her grin fades. “I just want you to be with me.”

  I roll the condom on with shaky hands.

  Getting on my knees behind her, I lean down and press a kiss to the base of her spine. “I’m here, baby.”

  I straighten, my cock brushing her hip. I cover her ass cheek with my hand. Then I use my thumb to pull her cheek aside, revealing just the tiniest sliver of her asshole and pussy. Pink. Wet.

  I suck in a breath through my teeth.

  “Em,” I whisper, gliding my middle finger through her folds. Back to front. She’s so wet and swollen I move easily, dipping two fingers inside her. “You’re so fucking right for me. You’re right.”

  Her hips cant, rising into my touch, and she glances over her shoulder to meet my eyes. Hair loose and wavy. Her brow’s wrinkled, lips parted.

  “Samuel,” she pants. “Please. Don’t stop. I need you.”

  She’s hot and soft against my finger, and to be honest, I’m a little dizzy at the prospect of being allowed to have her this way.

  She’s giving this to me.

  She’s holding absolutely nothing back.

  She’s also shaking. Tiny tremors that make her skin tremble beneath my touch.

  “Hey.” Curling my arm around her waist, I use my knee to gently part her legs. “I’ve got you. I’m here.”

  The lines of her throat work as she swallows. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually get like this. I just…”

  “You need. I know.” I glide my fingers forward and circle her clit, whispering, “Thank you.”

  “For what?” she whispers back, hips rolling. I move my hand up her belly and cup her breast, plucking at her nipple. She moans.

  I replace the fingers of my other hand with the wide head of my cock. She moans. I say, “For letting your guard down with me. I’m honored. And inspired.”

  Emma pauses, mid-roll. Her eyes say what her words cannot. That she’s happy and scared and so turned on it hurts.

  I sink a little inside her, her pussy swallowing my crown. Seeing stars at how sweet she already feels.

  Her breath catches, eyes squeezing shut.

  I’m big. She’s small. This position is probably not the best call for our first time, but it’s what she wants. So I nudge her legs a little wider and grit my teeth and go slowly. I move my hand back to her clit, gently massaging her there while I sink inside her millimeter by millimeter.

  It’s heaven and hell, all at once. She’s so tight I wanna scream. I wanna jackhammer my hips and have my way.

  I put the other hand on the floor beside Emma’s torso and lean forward so that I surround her. She’s so little she fits inside the shelter of my body perfectly. I kiss her neck and suck on her shoulder. I gather her slickness on my fingertips and spread it on her nipple, making her pussy flutter around my cock.

  “You that close?” I nip at her earlobe.

  “The pain,” she replies thickly. “The contrast with your gentleness—it’s hot as hell, Samuel.”

  That’s the story her body’s telling too, so I go with it.

  She pushes up onto her hands when I am sunk to the hilt.

  “Okay?” I ask.

  Running her fingers through her hair, she nods. “Start slow?”

  I kiss her shoulder blade. “Keep talking to me.”

  But it’s her body that does the talking. I do a mini-thrust, a slow in-and-out motion. My free hand still on h
er clit.

  Her pussy flutters again. Stronger this time.

  Her arms start to shake.

  “Aw, baby,” I murmur against her skin. “You are close. Tell me what you need me to do to get there.”

  She opens her eyes. I already said it, they reply. I need you.

  I thrust again, a little harder this time. Her tits bounce and her head rears up. My thighs are flush against hers. She cries out when I take my hand off her pussy, but I need to find our rhythm so I can catch her when she falls.

  Hand now on her hip, I guide her back and forth in time to my thrusts. We begin to move. I watch my cock glide in and out of her, my skin growing clammy with sweat. Holding back like this takes a fuck ton of effort, but I would rather light myself on fire than hurt Emma.

  Plus, I have a feeling her orgasm is gonna be really, really good.

  I want it to be her best ever.

  Doesn’t take long for Emma to meet me stroke for stroke. She’s eager, athletic, and we set a good, sweaty pace, our bodies slapping with every thrust. When I’m confident she’s okay, I curl my arm around her waist again and hold her tight against me.

  I love the feel of her body against mine.

  By the way the walls of her pussy clamp down on my dick, so does she.

  “I want to see your face when you come,” I say in her ear. “Roll over.”

  She obeys, my dick slipping out of her as she settles onto her back. I want to devour her with my eyes, the way her cheeks are flushed, the lines of her belly, but she’s reaching for me, wrapping a hand around my cock and guiding it back to her center.

  I smile at her impatience and hike her leg over my shoulder. Sinking inside her, I lean over her and play with her clit.

  But it’s when I kiss her mouth that she comes.

  Her pussy tightens, milking my dick. She breaks the kiss and closes her eyes, body arching into mine. She cries out, head falling back. Neck bared.