Sweet Surrendering Page 4

  “We’ll take it slow. Nice. And. Slow.” He stroked the front of my jeans with every word, and I finally got the last button undone and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He had one of those white tank tops on underneath. How frustrating. I just wanted him to be shirtless. It took another few seconds for me to get the damn tank top off and then I finally got to really look at him. “Let’s Get It On” started playing in my head. I was kind of a fan of sex to music.

  “Enjoying the view?”

  “Maybe,” I said, and that was a total lie. His body was even better than I thought it would be, and I wanted to taste and touch every inch of it. He had freckles dusted all across his well-formed chest, and his left nipple had a silver hoop through it. Yet something else that was completely unexpected.

  I went for the nipple ring first, sucking on it and pulling it a little with my teeth. I was satisfied when he groaned deep in his throat.

  “I knew I got that for a reason. I didn’t know it would take nine years to find out that reason.”

  I kissed my way down his chest, and paused where the band of his underwear peeked out of his jeans. Of course, he had a belt on, so I went to work on that, but his hands stopped me.

  “Slow. Nice and slow.” He took both of my hands and put them over my head and pressed his now naked chest against mine, and went back to kissing me.

  Slow. Okay. I could do slow.

  I let myself melt back into the kiss, and it was easy. He was a damn good kisser. Must have had lots of kissing lessons in his youth.

  “That’s it,” he said, breaking the kiss once more to reach around my back and undo my bra clasp with one hand before removing it completely. He paused for a moment to stare at me and then he was kissing down my neck and back to my nipples. My hands went into his hair as my back arched, trying to get closer to his sweet mouth.

  I bit the corner of my lip to keep from moaning. I tended to be really loud when it came to sex. I’d bought poor Sloane the most expensive noise-cancelling headphones when I’d first started dating Royce, before our sex had gotten so boring I barely made a sound.

  He dragged my left nipple through his teeth and I couldn’t help it. At the sound of my moan, he laughed a little and did it again.

  “I like that sound,” he said, propping his chin between my breasts and smiling at me. “I think I’d like to hear it all night long. I think I’d like to save it and make it my ringtone.”

  “You would not,” I said and he laughed as he kissed his way down my stomach.

  “I might,” he said as he paused at the top of my jeans before unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down a millimeter at a time.

  He was killing me. I was already coming undone, and he hadn’t even touched my lower half. This guy was good. Or maybe I was just wound up from not getting any for months.

  Or both.

  Once he had the zipper undone, he slowly pushed my jeans down my hips, pausing briefly to admire my lace underwear before exposing me completely.

  “Lovely,” he said as he pulled my jeans off my legs and kissed his way down my belly again. I was just waiting for him to discover . . .

  “You’re pierced?” he breathed.

  It had been a spur of the moment thing after I’d broken up with Royce. I hadn’t told anyone, not even Sloane, that I’d done it. I’d thought about getting a VCH genital piercing for years, but Royce had always thought it was gross, and, like an idiot, I’d listened to him.

  Lucas paused, studying the diamond barbell that pierced the hood of my clit. I waited for his reaction. This could end the evening right here.

  He raised his eyes until they were locked on mine as he stuck his tongue out and licked my clit and then sucked the piercing into his mouth.

  “Oh, God,” I said as my entire body shook with want and need and lust and everything that had been pent up for months.

  Lucas licked and sucked with his mouth, and then slid one of his hands up the inside of my thigh before plunging one, and then two fingers inside me, working them in tandem with his mouth.

  “Don’t stop,” I said, pushing my hips toward his mouth and pulling on his hair so hard I swore I yanked some of it out. He didn’t seem to notice or care.

  He crooked his fingers against my inner walls and that in conjunction with his mouth sucking on my clit brought me to the most forceful (and quick) orgasm I’d had in . . . God, who cares?

  I cried out and I heard him laughing as he slowed his movements, bringing me back down from the edge of the cliff. He removed his finger and gave my piercing one last little kiss before climbing up my body and grinning at me as if he deserved a gold star.

  “You taste even better than I thought.” Well, good thing. I’d been a little worried about that since it was the reason Royce never would go down on me.

  “Good job,” I said, still panting as I patted him on the shoulder. I was still recovering when he kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth so I could taste myself. That was something that always turned me on with my first boyfriend, but Royce said it was disgusting. Clearly, Lucas didn’t think so.

  Now that he’d taken care of me, it was my turn, so my hands inched their way down to undo his belt, and then unzip his pants.

  I shoved my hands down the back of his pants and grabbed his ass. Perfect. It was perfect. He slid out of his pants and paused for the first time. Something crossed his face that wasn’t exactly reluctance, but it was something. Something that didn’t match what was currently happening.

  “Are you sure?” I gave him an “are you fucking serious?” face and then reached out and took him into my hand, stroking once and then gripping him at the base where his dick met his body. I tightened my grip.

  “I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me the rest of the way, I’m going to twist.” His eyes flew wide and his mouth dropped open.

  “I’m serious,” I said, twitching my wrist just a little bit. He was still hard as a rock, which made me want to laugh.

  Then he smiled and reached over me to a drawer in his nightstand. I kept my hand on his dick as it pulsed in my hand and I moved my hand up and down as I heard him groan a bit. Ha. I am the master of hand jobs. My hands are just that fantastic when a penis is placed in one of them. I could teach a damn class on this. Probably because my blow job skills left a little to be desired. I couldn’t help it if I had a gag reflex.

  “Good thing we came to my place,” he said, holding up the familiar square packet.

  “Safety first,” I said, squeezing his balls a little as he tried to rip the thing open.

  “If you slip between her thighs, condomize,” he said and I moved my hand so he could roll the condom on. I was so distracted watching him do it that I almost missed what he said.

  “Come again?”

  He looked up and grinned at me and I swear I wanted to fuck that smile. Yes, I know that’s not possible. I mean, he did fuck me with his mouth, but this was something different.

  “I’m sincerely hoping you will. It’s my mission,” he said, positioning himself over me as I adjusted my hips and he hovered at my entrance. I was wet, I was ready and he was teasing me. He held his dick in one hand and moved it up and down my entrance.

  “Do you want me inside you?” He spoke the words against my lips and I tried to kiss him, but he pulled back.

  “Yes,” I said. Had I not made that clear by the penis grabbing incident earlier? Did he want an invitation? I Cordially Invite You To Enter My Vagina.

  “Tell me you want me inside you,” he said, stroking me with his dick again. This was cruel. I should sue him. I knew a lot of good lawyers.

  “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, right now.” I grabbed his head and pulled his mouth toward mine and he plunged his tongue into my mouth, but didn’t plunge where I wanted him most.

  Oh screw me with a rusty spoon.

  “All you had to do was ask,” he said with a dark smile as he slowly slid inside of me and I expanded to accommodate him.

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��Christ,” he said, going all the way in as I lifted up to meet him. “You feel amazing.”

  So did he. His mouth reunited with mine as he pulled nearly all the way out and thrust in again, harder this time. I hooked my ankles around him so he could get deeper and he did.

  His tongue matched the rhythm of his thrusts and it was like he was fucking me in two places and it was the hottest thing I’d ever done. I moaned and met him stroke for stroke, and it was like our bodies were singing the exact same song and I could feel a second orgasm building as he slipped one hand down to work at my clit.

  This guy deserved gold stars. Lots of them. Stars and . . .

  “Don’t you come yet,” he said, feeling the onset of my second orgasm. “I can’t hold out if you come. I’ve barely kept it together so far and I want to draw this out.” With that, he slowed his pace and it was agonizing.

  “You’re trying to kill me,” I moaned, but I wasn’t sure he understood what I was saying. Hell, I couldn’t even remember my name.

  He chuckled and I looked into eyes that were staring at me as if I was the sexiest, most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

  At that moment, I felt it, and then he slammed into me harder and faster and I was coming, stars exploding, and fireworks, and all those other exploding things I couldn’t think of because I was having a fucking amazing orgasm, and this guy was beautiful and sexy and he was coming now too, with one last, “Fuck.”

  He made sure not to crush me when he let himself down and laid his head on my chest.

  We were both covered in sweat and breathing hard. Good workout. Now I didn’t need to go to the gym. Yet another perk of sex.

  “That was . . .” he said, tilting his face so he could look at me.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I don’t think I can move.”

  He finally pulled out and I almost reached out to grab him and pull him back. I liked having him inside me. Probably like how a socket feels having a plug snugly inserted into it. Or maybe not. I have no idea how sockets feel.

  “So does this mean you’ll take another look at my résumé?”

  I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I really, really didn’t, but after the brilliant sex and ;seeing Lucas’ sweet face and sex hair next to me on the pillow, I couldn’t leave. By the time I knew it, the sun was creeping under the curtains and an alarm was blaring and I was wondering where the hell my underwear was and if he had an extra toothbrush and if he didn’t, was I comfortable enough to use his?

  His arm reached over me and slapped at the alarm clock as he groaned and moved closer to me, resting his head right on my breast.

  “What time is it?” I mumbled.

  “Six-thirty,” he said, his voice muffled by said breast. His tongue flicked out and licked my nipple and I could feel his morning wood under the covers. I’d never been much for morning sex. Mostly because I hated mornings and I always felt kind of gross. But maybe I could change my mind . . .

  “Why are you getting up at six-thirty?” I said, looking around the room for my clothes. My head was only a little achy from the drinks I’d consumed last night. Yes, I was one of those bitches who almost never got hung over. As long as I wasn’t drinking wine. That had me leaning over the toilet in no time.

  “Forgot alarm. Coffee. Need coffee before talk.” He’d been reduced to a Neanderthal. Any moment he was going to start banging his chest and then go out to slaughter a wildebeest and proudly drag the bloody carcass back to me.

  He sighed heavily and got vertical, walking out of the bedroom still naked and I watched him go, admiring his more-than-perfect ass.

  As soon as I was sure he wasn’t coming back, I wrapped the blanket around myself and did a search for my clothes. I found them all, crumpled on the floor. My shirt would need to be steamed to look good, and there was a rip I’d need Sloane to fix, but I didn’t really have a choice. This is why I should always carry extra clothes in my purse.

  I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard him behind me.

  “Coffee?” I was crouched on the floor, gathering my shirt, so when I turned my head, I was staring straight at his one-eyed snake, and it was staring right back at me. Well. How about that?

  I looked up and he arched an eyebrow at me as he held two cups of coffee, one in each hand. I had two options. I could stand up, take the cup of coffee and do the walk of shame while I got my ass out of here as quick as I possibly could . . .

  Or, I could move my head just a little . . .

  “Oh, shit,” he said when my tongue darted out and circled the head of his dick. He was bigger than anyone I’d been with, so my chances of deep throating like a champ were slim to none, but I could at least give it a go.

  I licked up and down his length and I could feel him quivering like a plucked guitar string, which made me smile. Using my hand and mouth, I sucked him off the best I could and somewhere along the line his hands went into my hair and I wondered where the coffee had gone, but it didn’t really matter.

  “I’m going to come. You need to stop unless you want me to do it in your mouth.” His voice was ragged and he was coming undone and I was thinking maybe I wasn’t so bad at this after all and then his hand tightened on the back of my head and it was too late. I swallowed and then grinned up at him.

  “Spitters are quitters.” I rose to my feet as he collapsed on the bed again. “Where’s the coffee?”

  He pointed to two broken cups sitting in a couple of giant wet spots on the floor. Funny, I missed that part.

  “It’s official,” he said, staring at the ceiling. “You are the sexiest woman alive. I mean, I knew it when I saw you the first time and again when you walked into the bar and again when I was getting you off and again when I was inside you, but . . . Fuck.” He turned his head to the side and grinned. I gathered my clothes and lay down on the bed next to him.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  Our eyes met and we both smiled. I was feeling goofy happy and satiated and maybe a little hung over and I knew this was a bad idea, but right then I was going to bask in it.

  “So I was serious about the résumé thing. I know this,” he motioned between us and I thought he meant the sex, “would make things a little more interesting, but I think I’m adult enough to be able to work with you without this getting in the way.” Yeah, he was adult enough. Now if I said I wasn’t okay with it I looked like a moron who let sex get in the way of work. I was not that girl. It didn’t mean that I was going to hire him. Hell would freeze over first.

  “You’re being very nice to me. You weren’t so nice during the interview,” I said. He wouldn’t stop smiling sexily.

  “You should mark this in your calendar. I’m only nice a few days of the year, and you just happened to catch me on one of them. As soon as I’ve had my coffee, I’ll go right back to being a dick, I promise.”

  I had to look away from the smile. It was making me feel all sexy again.

  “I should go. Because . . . I should go.” I had a lot of reasons, but none of them came to mind. I mean, obviously I had to get dressed first, but still. I wanted to leave with as little awkwardness as possible.

  “No coffee?” The way he said it, I was thinking he didn’t mean . . . coffee. I stared at him and he smirked and winked at me. Yup, he didn’t mean actual coffee.

  “No, I gotta go. Um, thanks. For the sex.”

  “Thanks for the coffee, Sunshine.” He wiggled his eyebrows and I had the urge to smack him with a pillow, but I hustled my butt to the bathroom. By the time I got out the door, he was nowhere to be found.

  A solitary round of applause greeted me as I tried to sneak into my apartment and past Sloane. No such luck. She was sitting at the bar, a plate of croissants and two cups of coffee in front of her, as if she’d been waiting for me. My phone had died sometime during the night and I hadn’t had a chance to charge it.

  “Welcome home, you sex bunny.” I’d tried to fix my hair, but it was kind of a lost cause. Plus, the wrinkled shirt and smudged makeu
p didn’t help.

  “Shut up,” I said and went for the coffee. I took a sip and sighed in bliss. It wasn’t coffee; it was my absolute favorite, dirty chai. Yeah, yeah, I know. It was basically a chai with an espresso shot. My favorite was vanilla peppermint and that was what Sloane has gotten me.

  “Who’s your favorite roommate?” She put her hand to her ear, as if she was waiting to hear my answer.

  “You are,” I mumbled into my cup as she handed me a croissant. God, I was starving. Sex could do that to you.

  “Okay, so now that you’ve had your fix, I demand details!” She smacked her hand on the counter and I wished she had something better to do with her time.

  I sighed and sat down at the table and gave Sloane all the details she could possibly want. We had a very open relationship, so if I didn’t tell her every single detail, including the blowjob, she’d find some way to shake it out of me somehow.

  As soon as I was finished with my chai, croissant and cock story sharing, I was languishing in a long hot shower.

  Of course my mind went immediately back to last night. I slipped my hand between my legs and remembered Lucas’ face as he went down on me and I had to hold onto the shower wall because my knees were trembling. Hooray for new masturbation material.

  When the water finally started getting cold, I got out and toweled off and I definitely needed more caffeine. I got dressed and went out to the living room to find Sloane with her head bent over my ripped shirt and a needle and thread in her hand.

  “What would you do without my services?” she said, not looking up.

  “Pay a lot of money for alterations and mending,” I said, sitting down next to her.

  “You want to do anything? I was figuring you’d want to spend the day here. Pizza and movies? My treat?” Have I mentioned that Sloane is the best roommate ever?

  I leaned my head on the couch and smiled.

  “You’re my favorite.”