The two dirtiest books I’ve read this past week are two books I’ve already talked a lot about. But what can a girl do? So I’m doing a two-fer today. A brief glimpse into True North by Liora Blake and Beautiful Player by Christina Lauren. Then I’ll move on after this. Promise *wink*
Hero: Rock star/rapper Trevor. Bad boy image. Not so nice lyrics. LA boy. Misunderstood.
Heroine: Novelist Kate. Lost her husband a few years ago. Rural Montana girl….likes bad boys.
Slipping my hand into his shorts, I stroke the full length of him for the first time, hard and pulsating in my palm. My fingers move to trace the tip, dragging the tiny drop of wetness over the head. He lets out a low muttering. “Fuck, baby, we can’t do this here.”
I don’t stop. “Why? I thought you were some sort of rule-breaking bad-boy thug.”
His mouth finds my collarbone and travels as far down between my breasts as possible. Then his head flops back to roll against the seat again. Leaning forward, I start kissing across the side of his jaw, up to his earlobe, which I take between my teeth.
“And I thought you were a good girl from Montana. But you’re doing an excellent impression of a bad girl right now.”
As my mouth leaves his earlobe and works down to his neck, I feel a warm, not Trevor-esque, wet lapping on my cheeks. Grimacing, I open my eyes to find Dax inches from my face, panting and tired of our shenanigans. He licks my face and Trevor’s neck, and we both let out groans and then crack up completely at the absurdity of a goofy dog ruining the moment. I roll off him and lie back on the seat with my head against the door trim.
Trevor drops his head again, closing his eyes, and I get the impression he’s trying to will his erection to subside. With my legs splayed out haphazardly, it’s frankly not a very feminine posture. One leg bent at the knee, resting against the seat, the other stretches out to the floor. When he opens his eyes and turns to me, I let my lips curl into a small smile before running my pinkie finger over my bottom lip.
“Don’t look at me like that, Kate.” Trevor starts to run one hand up the inside of my leg, slowly, until his thumb rests between my thighs. “You’re making it fucking impossible to make good choices right now.”
Hero: Will. Agrees to help his best friend’s little sister explore life more instead of just studying all the time.
Hanna: Lives in her grad school’s lab. Decides she needs to live a little. Will shows her how to live without wearing pants.
She’d moved her hands back to my fly, but they remained there, unmoving. “Show me how to do this?”
It was probably the hottest thing I’d ever heard a woman say. Maybe it was the tone of her voice, a little hoarse, a lot hungry. Maybe it was knowing how accomplished she was, and this one task felt so far out of her comfort zone but she’d asked me to help. Or maybe it was simply that I was wild for her, and showing Hanna how to pleasure me made me feel like I was telling the universe, This one belongs to me.
I moved her hands to the waist of my jeans, and together we worked them and my boxers down my hips, freeing my cock between us.
I let her look at me while I lifted both hands to slide her hair behind her neck, leaning in to kiss her throat. “You taste so fucking good.” I was so hard I felt my pulse hammering along my length. I needed relief from this tension. “Shit, Hanna, wrap your hand around me.”
“Show me, Will,” she pleaded, running both hands over my stomach and down, just barely touching where the tip of my cock strained, erect. We looked down the length of our bodies and swayed slightly in unison.
I took her warm hand, wrapped it around the middle of my shaft and slid it down and then back up, groaning a long, drawn-out “Fuuuck.”
She moaned quietly—a tight, excited sound—and I almost broke. Instead, I squeezed my eyes shut, leaned down again to kiss a line up her neck, and guided her. It was so slow. I hadn’t had a hand job in forever, and would take head or sex over a hand one hundred percent of the time, but this, right here, was perfect.
Her lips were so fucking close to mine. I could feel her breath, could taste her candy-sweet plum drink.
“Is it weird that I’m touching you here and we haven’t even kissed yet?” she whispered.
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Her eyes widened. “What about ‘just the tip’? I thought every guy did just the tip as a point of habit.”
“I’m paranoid and careful. I know it only takes one time.” I smiled at her, knowing she’d understand the reference: I was an “oops” baby.
Her eyes darkened, moved to stare at my mouth. “Will? This would be your first time like this?”
Fuck. When she looked at me like that, when her voice got all husky and quiet, I was lost.
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“I just want to feel it. I haven’t had sex without a condom, either.” She smiled, stretching to kiss me. “Just inside. Just for a second.”
Laughing, I whispered, “Just the tip?”
She stepped backward and leaned against the edge of the mattress, pushing her skirt up her hips and shimmying her panties down her legs. She faced me, spread her thighs and leaned back on her elbows, her hips hovering at the edge of the mattress. All I had to do was step closer and I could push inside. Bare.
“I know it’s crazy and I know it’s stupid. But God, that’s how you make me feel.” Her tongue slipped out, pressed to her bottom lip. “I promise to be quiet.”
I closed my eyes, knowing as soon as she said that, I’d decided. The more important question was whether I could be quiet. I shoved my pants farther down and stepped between her legs, holding my cock and leaning over her. “Fuck. What are we even doing?”
“Just feeling.”
My heart hammered in my throat, in my chest, in every inch of my skin. This felt like the final sex frontier….
How can you resist Will and his final sex frontier??
Hee. Jen’s been pushing me to read the Beautiful series for years. I guess I have to see what the fuss is about.
Sigh…love Player Will. Out of the four heroes of that series, he’s my favorite.