State of Grace (5 page)

“Knew you’d taste good, baby,” he whispered darkly. “Give me the other one now.”

Heart racing, she took rapid, shallow breaths before bringing the tip of her other breast to his welcoming mouth. Somewhere along the way, he’d let go of his erection and now his hands were sliding beneath her panties, cupping each globe of her ass. “Mmm,” he hummed against her breast as he squeezed firmly. The tip of one long finger dipped into her wet heat, and she threw her head back in pleasure.

He released her nipple suddenly. “I want you to watch what I’m doing to you. Look down,” he ordered, waiting for her to comply before bending his head to take it back in his mouth. One of his hands traveled away from her ass before coming to rest on her pussy. His finger stroked the damp area around her clitoris, but still he didn’t touch it.

Mindless and afraid he’d stop again, Grace kept wild eyes trained on his every movement. She could only imagine the erotic sight they made with his dark head at the breasts she still held for him, freeing his hands up so that they stroked roughly, urgently between her thighs.

“Sean, please,” she pleaded breathlessly.

He released her breast from his mouth and looked at her from under hooded eyes, keeping his hands between her thighs. With ease his fingers found the hardened nub buried between her slick folds. Pressing hard, he rubbed his finger back and forth. “That what you want, baby?”

She shook her head yes, no, she didn’t know. Magic fingers strummed her sensitive clitoris. He inserted a long finger in her heated sheath, and she cried out softly as her hips bucked against his hand.

He looked at her as he played her like a fine instrument. A litany of soft cries poured out from her lips as she tried to ride his hand. His eyes memorized every arch of her body, every deep, drugged breath she took. Somewhere in the back of his mind, his conscience tried to reason with him again. 
This was Grace.
 He stilled his fingers against her rolling hips as every memory of her he’d ever had flashed before his eyes. 

Grace as a mischievous child, as a sullen teenager, as a voluptuous young woman uncomfortable in her own skin …

As his feisty nemesis who always gave him as good as she got. 

 Everything seemed to rush together at once, and for the first time, he finally admitted to himself that he’d always been drawn to her. His hand remained still as his eyes hungrily drank in her every feature. 

Hazy eyes finally focused on him before he forced himself out of his daze. “This is how it’s going to go baby. I’m gonna make you come first. First time’s for you. Then I’m gonna fuck you.”

She didn’t know how, but suddenly her panties were gone, and she was flat on her back. Sean shrugged out of his shirt and pants, his big hard body covering hers. The kiss he gave her was quick, urgent, before he moved down her body to settle between her legs.

He sat back on his heels from between her thighs. Her nipples were a deep, rosy pink from all the sucking he’d done earlier. Her stomach moved in rhythm with her shallow breaths. She moved listlessly, trying to reach for him, trying to pull him to her.

“Uh-uh. You don’t touch me until I tell you to, okay? This one’s for you baby. Stay there.”

He used his middle finger and thumb to part her glistening folds. “You have such a pretty pussy. It’s perfect. All pink and wet.”

She cried out when he touched the tip of his tongue to her clitoris, leisurely lapping at it. He let out a husky laugh when she tried to arch her hips.

“Patience,” he growled.

He kept the lips of her pussy open with his hand. Using his other hand, he inserted first one finger, then two into her tight wetness. She groaned softly as he dipped his head to suck at the bundle of nerves tightly wound in the center. She bit down hard on her lower lip and clutched at the sheets beneath her as he relentlessly kept on. 

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, please stop, I can’t take it. Please Sean,” she begged. He paused his ministrations for a moment. “You’ll have to take it, baby. You’ll have to take everything I give you. You’re gonna come so hard,” he murmured against her flesh, before suctioning her clit back into his mouth.

She twisted her hips in an effort to escape. She couldn’t handle it, it was too much. It burned, oh, she burned so bad. Words, cries, hoarse shouts escaped her mouth, and she was clueless as to what she was saying to him as he held her down and feasted. His fingers continued to fire like a piston in and out of her sheath.

Sean couldn’t get enough of her. She tasted so sweet, and he was unbearably hard, but he swelled further as she cried out incoherently. She’d drenched his hands already, and he needed inside badly. He raised his head from her center, using the time to curve his fingers against her, applying sharp pressure to her inner walls as he clamped his mouth, sucking hard at her clit.

She unraveled.

All at once, the pressure inside her released into every nerve of her being. She tried to buck him off, but he’d pinned her thighs to the bed with his forearms as he nursed her through her climax. Shards of pleasure coursed through her body, and through the fog, she dimly heard the sounds of him lapping up her juices. Breathless cries pierced the air, and she realized it was her.

She came long and hard, and her body shuddered as she climbed down from where he’d taken her. He slowly came back into focus, hard planes of his face clenching as he wrapped himself in a condom. He kissed her hard, and she could taste herself on his lips. “My turn,” he grit out, rearing into her.

Grace hadn’t thought it was possible for her to feel anything or do anything but lay there limply while he finished. As he insistently pushed his hot, hard length into her, she cried out at the sharp lance of his invasion, gasping for air.

He stilled. “You okay sweetheart?”

“Keep going,” she panted. “Please don’t stop.  Don’t stop,” she panted.

He cupped her bottom, angling her so she was fully open to him. “You’re so fucking tight, Grace. So fucking tight. This pussy is heaven,” he ground out, eyes blazing in hers.

It had been years since she’d been with anyone, and despite the discomfort from his initial invasion, and the fact that she’d already had an orgasm, she felt herself grow impossibly wet as he talked dirty to her. He teased her with shallow thrusts, raising her up again and again as she mindlessly begged for more.

“Do you like it when I fuck you Grace?” He looked at her intently, circling his hips and grinding against her clit.

She groaned softly, and her head fell back against the pillow, baring the soft skin of her neck. He leaned forward to suck a delicate, exposed patch of her throat before gently tugging her earlobe between his teeth. “You didn’t answer,” he chastised softly. “Tell me if you like it when I fuck you.”

Desperately, she arched her hips to bring him back fully inside her, but he evaded her. “Yes,” she moaned.

“Good girl.” The harsh praise fell from his lips as he gripped her ass tightly and slammed forward until he was seated to the hilt. “Oh fuck. You’re so good.” He groaned as he felt her tight muscles squeeze around his cock in response.

Her head moved from side to side on the pillow as she thrust her hips forward to meet his deep plunges. Her lipstick had faded, but her pretty, plump lips were flushed with blood, and he could feel her nails scrape against his back. He wanted to last, but as he thrust faster and harder, he knew it was impossible. He gripped her flesh behind her knee, raising her leg higher so he could get closer.

Somewhere in her mind, Grace knew that this was for him. He’d promised her an orgasm before they had sex, and he’d delivered, but she could feel herself climbing the peak again. He slammed into her, and she felt a sharp twist of something between pleasure and pain as the thick crown of his cock bumped up against her cervix.

She shrieked, the sound desperate and foreign. 

Sweat dripped from his brow, and his mouth crashed down on her as he took no mercy, pounding into her ceaselessly. “I could fuck you forever,” he muttered against her lips, before she erupted once again.

Like the last time, he drove her higher and higher, except this time it was his dick that rhythmically slid in and out of her instead of his hand. She’d already come once, but as she climaxed beneath him, squeezing his cock with that perfect pussy, he felt a savage pleasure. As soon as he felt his release about to start, his balls tightened and he slammed forward, roaring as he ground his hips against hers.

He rested his forehead against hers as he emptied himself into her, trying to catch his breath. After he’d finished, he’d wrapped his arms around her and rolled over to his side.

She wasn’t in any better shape. Her heart still felt like it was about to burst out of her chest, and she drew in a shuddering breath in an attempt to regain her scattered wits.

He was still inside her. A cool breeze from the open window whispered over her sweat dampened skin, and the sensation brought reality crashing back. She was in bed, with Sean, with Sean
inside
her, and her brother was going to kill her, and Sean’s body was wrapped around her, and holy hell, he was still so deep, and …

Were they cuddling?

He tucked a finger under her chin and lifted her head so that she faced him. Schooling her features into nonchalance, she hoped her expression wasn’t as stunned as she felt.

Her mind flashed back to the last hour. All of the wicked, dirty things he’d said and done to her. She flushed as she recalled holding out her breast for him to suck on, like she was some virgin sacrifice at an altar.

Her thoughts were interrupted by his low, satisfied voice. “Looks like you’re thinking hard, babe. I’d kill to know what’s running through that demented, beautiful, little head right now.”

Stormy gray eyes flashed at him, and he bit back a grin. “Nothing,” she grit out tightly, wishing she could crawl into a black hole, all the while mentally chastising herself for sleeping with the enemy.

“Nothing is going through your beautiful head? Never pegged you for the pretty, dumb type Gracie,” he teased.

 “You know exactly what I mean!” she snapped, knowing she should have ended their conversation and escaped his embrace, but she couldn’t help rambling on. “And stop calling me ‘pretty’ and ‘Gracie.’”

“So ... not pretty, but it appears I can call you dumb.” Amused blue eyes gazed at her as he laughed.

Her mouth screwed up in a scowl, but she quickly forgot her annoyance when he bent his head, brushing his firm lips softly over hers. “You also didn’t mind when I called you Gracie while we had sex,” he whispered hotly.

She gasped as she felt him expand inside her and pushed against his chest. “Put it away, Sean!”

How on earth was it possible for him to get erect again with no recovery time?

“That’s not what you were saying thirty minutes ago, sweetheart,” he leered at her. “Besides, the ‘Seanator’ seems to be the only way I can get you to be nice to me.”

She raised her eyebrows. ‘“Seanator’? You named your penis ‘Seanator’? Like ‘senator’?”

He grinned unrepentantly. “I wasn’t the one to name him. Remember when I ran for senior class president in high school?  Well, some of the girls decided it was fitting.”

“Uh huh,” she responded, trying to decide between laughter and disgust. She failed miserably and exploded in hysterics until tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. He grabbed at her playfully rolling her over until she was on her back again, and he was on top of her.

“Little tease,” he murmured, circling his hips gently against her.

In an instant, her humor was forgotten and she closed her eyes and sighed, her muscles instinctively clenching around him.

“We need a new condom before we can do that again, baby,” he sighed regretfully. “Where’s the bathroom?”

Her face flamed at how shameless and wanton she was, but she pointed at the far corner of the room.

He kissed her sweetly, either not noticing her embarrassment or choosing to ignore it. “Be right back,” he muttered, before swiftly rolling off the bed and heading to the bathroom.

His momentary absence gave her overly analytical mind the space to finally process her thoughts.

The man was so irritating … but appealing.

The one thing Grace was sure of was that she didn’t know if she was coming or going. Never in a million years would she have guessed that she’d be laying here with Sean … or that he’d be as drawn to her as she had always been to him.   

Already he’d given her two mind-blowing orgasms. At least she hoped they were mind-blowing, considering she didn’t really have a great frame of reference given her previously disappointing forays into sex. Even with her limited experience, she knew he’d been incredibly demanding of her in bed. She hadn’t expected that, but even more unexpected was how much she’d loved it. Sex certainly had never felt like that before, and to be honest, somewhere deep inside, she was not surprised sex with him was so incredible. Over the years, she’d turned her nose up at the pathetic parade of women who kept coming back to him for more, but even then she’d known there was something magnetic about him. 

Almost every one of her female friends, and even some of her gay male ones, too, had been taken in by his playful, charming demeanor and easy smile. When no one else was looking, and she cared to be honest with herself, she could cop to the magnetic pull his presence had on both her heart and hormones, but his devil-may-care attitude was in complete contrast to the Sean he’d been in bed. Gone was the charm and play, and in place was intense, rough, gritty need.