Guilty Cravings (The Steamy South 1) (13 page)

He drew in a hissing
breath. His expression was scorching and infinitely aroused. “Tell me what you
want.”

“Suck my nipples,”
she whispered, ashamed to ask, but at the same time desperate.

“Damn, I love hearing
you say that,” he growled, then tugged one tip into his hot, wet mouth.

A shock went from her
breast to her pussy. She cried out, writhing. Having Nick do these amazing,
erotic things to her was beyond her comprehension. Especially after having
fantasized about him for so long. Reality was far better than her dreams.

“More,” she
requested.

He lavished her other
nipple with kisses and a delightful tonguing. This only made her more restless,
more desperate to experience all of him.

Moving down, he
kissed a trail along her stomach, flicked his tongue into her belly button. The
scruffy stubble on his chin rasped her sensitive skin, slightly painful, but so
electrically stimulating. She was afraid to think about where he was headed,
lower and lower. Would he do what she suspected? Something her own ex-husband
had never wanted to do to her?

Nick brushed his lips
against her pubic hair and gave a soft moan, his breath heating her mound. Oh
it took all her strength not to arch into him and beg him. When he sat back on
his knees and urged her thighs apart, she spread them willingly. She couldn’t
help herself. No one had ever done this to her and she wondered what it would
feel like. She also wondered why Nick wanted to. Was he truly as giving and
caring as he seemed, despite being a rough-edged bad boy?

His heated gaze
locked on her exposed pussy. “Mmm, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He
lowered his head, his breath whispering across her inner thigh.

I can’t watch. I
can’t watch.

His thumbs spread her
at the same time he stroked his searing wet tongue up along her sensitive pussy
lips. She gasped, her back arching, and held herself open and ready for him.
Her moisture trickled out with a slight tickling sensation and deep inside, she
ached for him.

“Nick.” Her voice was
almost a sob. She wanted him so bad she almost begged.

He slid something
into her, his finger. Her pussy clutched at it. With his tongue, he lapped at
her swollen clit. She couldn’t have imagined how a tongue would feel
stimulating her—hot, slick and gentle, but at the same time firm and
velvety-rough.

“Nick, please.”
I
don’t want your finger. I want your cock.
But she couldn’t bring herself to
say those words to him. She was moaning, or was it whining? Desperate for more,
desperate for relief. Desperate to have his big cock driving into her hard,
fast and deep. She’d never been this horny in her life.

“Yeah, baby, that’s
it.” He withdrew his finger and stroked his tongue along her sensitive lips and
over her clit. “Damn, your pussy’s sweet. I knew it would be.” He slid his
tongue into her, then went crazy flicking her clit.

She squirmed,
writhed. “Oh my god, Nick,” she gasped at the overload of pleasure and erotic
sensation.

“Is that good?”

“Yes,” she hissed.
“So good.”

Seconds later,
something larger but cool and hard prodded into her. The familiar sensation of
the purple jelly dildo. Not what she wanted but….

“That’s damn hot,” he
rasped, sliding the dildo deep then drawing it out, his own cock tenting his
jeans. She needed it so badly she trembled.

He stared into her
eyes for a long sexy moment.

The toy didn’t feel
as fantastic as he would, but for now it was an okay substitute. She thrust her
hips to take the dildo deeper.

He dropped down and
licked her clit again, sucked at it, while he continued pumping the dildo at an
ever faster pace. She grew frenzied, her legs spread wide as they’d go.

Holding onto the post
she was handcuffed to, she waited while the orgasm approached like a massive
tidal wave, her whole body trembling, drawn tight. The overwhelming sensations
smashed into her and she screamed. Scalding violent pleasure consumed her. She
shoved herself toward him, needing his weight on her, longing to have him crush
her into the mattress as he ground his cock into her.

The orgasm was so
intense it bordered on pain. She almost blacked out and her ears buzzed. Wow…how
great would it have been if he’d been inside her?

When the climax ebbed,
she found she needed him still. A dildo was not like a real cock, and that’s
what she craved. It had been over two years since she’d had sex.

As she tried to catch
her breath, he unlocked the handcuffs and removed them from her wrists.

“Nick.” She reached
for him, but he stepped back. “I want you,” she whispered, hoping he wouldn’t
make her beg.

“Not like that.” His
pained expression surprised her. He left the room, closing the door behind.

What did he mean? And
where was he going? He was so obviously aroused.

She pulled on her
robe and jogged down the stairs to the living room, then to the bedroom where
he was staying. The room was empty, but the door to the bathroom was closed. He
was again going to masturbate as he had last night, wasn’t he?

No, she wasn’t
letting him do that alone again.

She pressed her ear
to the door to hear the shower running. Since the lock was broken, she silently
pushed the door open. Nick stood in the shower, his head hung beneath the spray
that drenched his hair and turned it darker. He flung his hair back and let the
spray hit his face. Grasping his erect dick in one hand, he slowly stroked.

After slipping off
her robe, she opened the glass shower door.

Startled, he faced
her with a scowl. “What the hell are you doing in here? I locked the door.”

She shook her head
and let her gaze travel down his wet, sculpted body. “Lock’s broken.”

His jaw clenched
tight and his glare remained in place.

“Why do you always
leave me?” she asked. “Why won’t you—”

“I can’t,” he
growled. “Don’t you understand?” His dark, tormented tone surprised her.

“No. Why can’t you?”

He let out a harsh
breath. “I just can’t.”

“Please tell me why.”

“Because of Jared,”
he finally admitted. “He was my only brother, and I can’t betray his memory. He
wouldn’t want me to touch you.”

She was startled
speechless for a moment. “What? Who cares what Jared would want? We were
divorced. And now he’s gone. Besides, he never cared about me. You know that.
He cheated on me with other women.”

“Hell,” Nick rasped,
glancing away.

She stepped into the steamy
shower and closed the door, almost overwhelmed by the intense emotion she
witnessed on Nick’s face. His honor and loyalty to his brother long after it
was warranted touched her. Nick truly was a good man.

And though this might
not lead to the relationship she was ashamed to admit she yearned for with him,
she wanted to show him how she felt, how much he meant to her. How much she
craved him, in a way that went far beyond the physical. Though their connection
had begun as a scorching attraction, that had only been a façade for what was
rapidly growing inside her heart. Her crush was turning into something far
deeper and more profound than she could’ve imagined.

But right now, she
could think of nothing but tasting every inch of him and giving him intense
pleasure. She moved closer to his gorgeous, water-drenched body.

She slid her hand up
his chest and round his neck into his dripping hair to draw his head down. His
lips captured hers in a deep, fiery kiss that made her feel incredibly close
and connected to him, but also lightheaded, her pulse speeding along. His
scruffy beard shadow rasped against her chin.

His hands, caressing
her ass, drew her tight against his substantial erection. She tingled inside
with a powerful need for his cock. But first, she had to know how he would feel
in her mouth, how he would taste. She pulled back, breaking the kiss, and knelt
before him in the warm shower spray, ready and willing to worship his body just
as he had hers.

“What are you doing?”
he demanded in a low, rough tone, his frown intimidating.

“What I’ve wanted to
do for a long time,” she confessed. Gazing up at him through the steam from
this angle, with his impressively jutting cock, his muscled body and his dark
eyes, arousal flooded her.

“Emily, don’t,” he
growled.

“Yes, I want to.” She
captured his granite cock in her hand where it stood upward. Wow, was he big.
She had very little experience with giving blow jobs, but she hungered for the
masculine taste and hard length of Nick in her mouth. Holding his thick wet shaft,
she licked the head. It was feverish and velvety, the solid feel of him
incredible. Her pussy tingled.

Nick muttered a
curse, his water-beaded abs jerked and his cock pulsated. His musky scent
amplified her need. Drawing him inside her mouth, she swirled her tongue around
the head, the tip of her tongue stroking behind the flared ridge. He tasted
perfect, like clean virile male.

“Mmm, I want to eat
you up,” she murmured over the sound of streaming water, then took him to the
back of her throat.

Groaning and gazing
down at her in dark fascination, he brushed the wet hair back from her face.

With her hand, she
stroked and squeezed his cock, and then sucked harder, devouring the head as
she’d been longing to do. Her technique was probably not so great, but she
didn’t care. She wanted to taste him, lick every inch of him. In her hand, she
cradled his balls, drawn up tight against the base of his cock.

“Emily.” He groaned,
a tremor passing through him. “Baby, that feels so damn good,” he breathed.

“Mmm.” Yes, he felt
amazing to her. And the taste of his precum, salty and masculine, was so erotic
she wanted more. She wanted to taste his cum—something she had never truly
wanted from a man before, but now she found herself ravenous for him. She
sucked with more pressure and gripped him tighter, her hand sliding up and down
his smooth, wet shaft.

Moments later, he
muttered a string of guttural curses she could barely understand. “I’m going to
come.”

Looking into his
eyes, almost closed in passion, water dripping down his face, she nodded. Yes,
she wanted to make him come. This had been her fantasy for far too long. She
wanted to experience everything about Nick…in real life, not just her wild
imagination. And so far, real life had blown her fantasies out of the water.

“Em, if you don’t
move back, I’ll come in your mouth,” he warned, his teeth clenched, his muscles
tight and flexed.

Withdrawing his cock,
she flicked her tongue against the tip, teasing that little slit. “I want you
to.”

Pulling his cock deep
into her mouth again, she sucked harder, stroked his shaft faster.

He released a loud
groan combined with a shout and hot semen spewed into her mouth and spilled onto
her breasts. It was slick, sweet and salty all at once. Far more than she
could’ve swallowed even if she had been experienced with it. Which she wasn’t.
She’d forgotten the flavor. But Nick’s cum was so erotic and delicious, she loved
the taste. She swallowed as much as she could and continued licking the head
while his body quaked and shivered with the waning explosion of pleasure. The
shower spray washed away the remaining cum from her hand and breasts.

“God, Em. I’ve
never…” Taking her arms, he urged her upward and held her tight as he leaned
against the granite tiled wall, breathing hard. His heartbeat thumped against
her ear.

She looked up into
his heavy-lidded eyes, hoping she’d given him half the pleasure he’d given her
earlier. “Never what?” she asked when he didn’t finish his sentence. How she
loved leaving him at a loss for words.

“Never came that hard
before.” The look he gave her was one she’d never seen from him—astonished,
perhaps even awed. Had she been that good? And he was trying to hide a smile,
which finally crept out. Had she made him happy? She hoped so. He held her
tightly while she kissed his chest.

“I never expected
something like that from innocent little Emily,” he murmured in her ear.

“I’m not so
innocent.”

He pulled back,
grinning, and grabbed the soap. “I noticed. Naughty little Emily fits you
better.” He lathered his hands, then started washing her neck, shoulders and
breasts. He kept his attention on his task and avoided further eye contact with
her.

She didn’t know what
she expected from him afterward, but she needed an emotional intimacy she would
probably never have. Instead, she forced herself to focus on their sexual
connection—that was one thing she knew existed between them. And they still hadn’t
had actual sex yet. So far, all had been foreplay. Intensely pleasurable
foreplay, but what would the real deal be like?

For a few minutes
while he bathed her, his cock was relaxed, but still large. Then she noticed it
starting to grow firmer and jut out. Especially when he used his hand to wash
between her legs. His wet, soapy fingers slid gently along her sex lips, making
her want to grind against his hand.