The Naughty Pleasures Bundle (Naughty Pleasures: Volume 1/Naughty Pleasures: Volume 2/Naughty Pleasures: Volume 3) (2 page)

A sob escapes my throat as I slam my pussy onto his cock taking him all the way inside. I can’t breathe deep enough, my breath burns in my lungs. “Fuck, Jonathan,” I can barely make out my own voice.

The friction of our heated bodies sizzles, as he fucks me, or as I fuck him is just like a match dropped on dry kindling. We have become a roaring inferno of lust.

My movements grow even more frantic as I ride him harder. His huge cock slides in and out of my hot body. Faster. Harder. Deeper. My breathing is sharp and fast.

With our sweat-slicked bodies pressing together, he bites down hard on my nipple and I cry out, shuddering with the thrust of his cock and the gentle rock of the swing as my orgasm slams into me.

I feel the small throaty vibration in his chest, he jerks, pulsing deeply into my pussy as he comes, my tight muscles milking him dry.

Every last drop!

THE ALLEY

“You get compliments all the time,” he said as we turned the corner onto another narrow, quiet street.

“Yes. But most don’t truly mean anything.” I stop to lean against a rough stone wall, my head tips back to look up at him with my bright green eyes. He towers over me, which I find exceedingly attractive. Big and bulky, extremely masculine and very easy on the eyes. “No one ever means what they say, not really.” I try to practice one of my pouts on him, but he seems to be immune to my so called charms.

Phillip leans his hands against the wall on either side of me. His large, strong body shields me from the cold wind, and encloses me with his heat. He smells of smoke and whiskey and soap. He smells delicious and I would like to eat him alive.

“Are you fishing for compliments?” His deep voice flows down my spine, my nerves jump in my belly, sending tingles down to settle in my pussy.

“You wouldn’t give me one anyway.” I grumble, rolling my eyes up at him, now closely watching him through my lashes. Reaching up, I curl my fingers into the front of his coat and pull him closer. The coarse wool tickles my bare skin, and I can feel the shift of his magnificent body underneath, my pussy is growing warm and sending a deep flush over my entire body. The cool night air a welcome respite.

“So you don’t believe me?” he whispers close to my ear. “You are so beautiful. But very insecure.”

“Insecure?” I laugh, trying for my usual carelessness, but even to myself I sound uncertain and shaky. “I am the luckiest girl in the world. What do I have to be insecure about?”

“You tell me.” He smiles, before gently brushing the back of his hand over my cheek, his knuckles softly skimming over my skin. “What are you hiding, Emma?”

Pursing my lips for a moment before answering, “You are the one who knows about secrets. The stories I’ve heard about you,” I cock my head and then playfully push him before laying my hands flat against his chest, kneading the firm muscles with my fingers as I look up through my lashes. “They make my ears burn.”

“Me?” He meets my eyes, hunger evident in their dark depths. His fingers slide slowly down my throat, resting just where my pulse pounds in the vulnerable hollow. “I’m just a simple man, an open book to anyone who is willing to read me.”

The look in his eyes is setting my pussy on fire. I squirm against the bricks attempting to ease the damp ache between my legs. “I’m not stupid, Phillip. There is nothing simple about you.” Wrapping my arms around his shoulders I tug him closer to me, feeling his thick erection, hard against my belly. Rising up on my tip-toes, I lean into him.

Staring down at me in the darkness, his hand pressed to my throat. “I’d like to make other parts of you burn…”

“I’m sure you would like to try.”

“Believe what you will.”

“If I cared what people said, I wouldn’t be here with you now.”

I love the sound of his laugh. “Me neither. We’re not good for each other, Emma.”

I smile up at him. “What makes you say that?”

“You make me want to do dangerous things.” He presses closer to me.

“Is that a bad thing?” Suddenly, I feel very naughty. “I think sometimes we are very good for each other.” I press a soft kiss to the hard line of his jaw. The new growth of his beard prickles at my lips making me laugh. I spread a line of wet, open-mouthed kisses along his cheek and catch his earlobe in my teeth, biting down lightly.

I can feel his groan, “Emma…”

“Don’t you like that, Phillip?” I whisper in his ear. Leaning my body against his I can feel the heaviness of his erection through our clothes. “I think you do.”

“Of course I do, baby. I like it too much.”

“There’s no such thing.” I slide my hands up over his shoulders. They are tense and hard, as if he is struggling to hold himself back. I bury my fingers into his hair, the silken strands wrap around my skin. “I like this, too. I’ve never felt the way I do when I’m with you, Phillip. I know it won’t last. I know soon you’ll disappear again. But for now—will you kiss me?”

He shakes his head, but he doesn’t turn away from me. It is as if he can’t help himself. His lips capture mine, open and hungry and rough.

I meet him eagerly, welcoming the thrust of his tongue into my mouth. He pushes me back against the wall as my head leans against the stone we kiss and kiss. I don’t feel the cold or the hard brick at my back. Whenever we come together like this, I know only him.

The blood runs hot in my veins, burning me from the inside out. I taste him in my mouth, mint and whiskey and darkness, and it makes me want more. I want to fall into him, and I want him to want me just as much, a feeling so primal and basic it will not be forced away.

Through the blurry haze of our kiss, I feel him tug down my bodice and touch my breasts through the thin silk of my bra. He covers them with his palms, his fingers wrapping around their curves. His thumb circles my nipple, flicking at it until I cry out with a shock of pleasure.

Far from gentle, but I don’t want him to be. I want his touch, his kiss, his body on mine, all of it. He catches that aching nipple between his thumb and finger and pinches lightly, sending a sizzling bolt of lightning all through me.

“Phillip!” I hear myself cry, my neck arching back, my entire being bursting with excitement.

“Shh,” he whispers. “Someone will hear us.” He covers my mouth with his again. I happen to notice that he is carrying me backwards. I open my eyes to find we are in a recessed doorway, completely wrapped in shadows, Phillip outlined in the starlight.

I kiss him again, reaching out for him hungrily. That’s exactly how I feel,
hungry,
starving for his touch, for more of that wild pleasure. He meets me willingly, his hands sweep over my ribs, my hips, pulling me against him.

His lips move to my cheek, his tongue dips into my ear and I gasp, then he moves down my throat to my shoulder, scraping my tender flesh with his stubble-roughened jaw. He nudges the strap of my bra aside and flicks his tongue over my skin. I arch my back, silently begging, and he gives me what I want. He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard.

I drive my hand through his hair and hold him to me. He reaches down and grasps my skirt, dragging it up and up until it catches around my waist. Dizzily, I feel his body slide down mine and lean me back hard against the wall.

“Fuck. God yes…” I whisper hoarsely as he kneels between my legs. I can’t describe how thankful I feel that I haven’t worn any panties tonight. As if I had anticipated or hoped for this encounter.

He looks up at me, and I can see the gleam of his wicked smile. “Your legs are like silk. So fine and soft…” His hand glides up the inside of my leg, pushing my thighs apart. He lowers his head, kissing my knee, my trembling skin.

“So soft,” he says, and I feel his touch comb through my damp curls and delve inside me. His caress rough and warm as he moves up and down my cleft. “And so wet.” He pulls his hand away slick with my wetness; he brings his hand up to his lips and sucks his fingers, licking them clean of my juices. The sight of his eyes half-closed in pleasure sends blood rushing to my pussy.

Now his mouth replaces his hand. He licks at my seam, making me cry out in shock.

“Damn, you’re delicious,” he whispers against me. “Don’t you like it?”

“I…” His tongue presses into me, tasting deeply. “Oh,
yes
.”

He laughs; I can feel the sound reverberate deep inside me. “I knew you would.” His fingers spread me even wider, his tongue swipes along my aching folds as he tastes me with long sweeping strokes.

Closing my eyes tightly I allow the sensations to wash over me like sparks dancing over my skin, burning, shooting the pleasure higher and higher and higher until I feel like I can’t breathe.

His tongue touches my clit, and I cry out, my body taut. “Phillip, I—oh!” I gasp. The sparks catch into flames; a bonfire of pleasure soars through me. My mind floods with white-hot light, and everything else vanishes.

I feel my knees buckle, and I collapse toward the stone doorstep. Phillip catches me around the waist and lowers me gently. For a moment, I can only shiver. The heat of my climax dissipates, and I feel the cold wind again and the hard stone beneath me.

I slowly open my eyes finding myself sitting back against the wall. He kneels beside me, his head buried between my trembling thighs. I watch as he slowly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He turns his head to stare up at me.

“You are magnificent,” I barely manage to utter. “And wonderful.”

He laughs. “I’m said to be a man of many talents.”

“Oh? And what are some more of them?” Leaning down to kiss him, a spasm of pleasure rushes through me as I taste myself on his lips, I reach down to rub and squeeze his hard cock through his jeans, moaning into his mouth as I kiss him hard.

He kisses me back, but only for a moment. Then he grasps my shoulders and holds me back from him. “Please, Emma, don’t touch me. If you do, I’ll explode.” Standing, he grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet.

“Oh,” I whisper. My gaze sweeps down his body to the hard bulge in his jeans. It strains against the seams. “Emma, you’re determined to torture me.” Phillip groans, before turning me around, shoving me against the wall, kicking out my legs, spreading them wide open as he pins me to the wall and then unzips his jeans, shoving them down.

Leaning in kissing my neck while biting me at the same time, he rams his cock into my dripping pussy.

“Oh yeah, Phillip,” I murmur. “Fuck me, Phillip.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby, I’m going to fuck you hard.” He grips my waist and thrusts harder. I reach up and cup my breast, squeezing them, kneading them, pinching my nipples as he drives into me, over and over. “Harder, Phillip.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I lower my hand shoving it between my own legs, as he takes me from the rear. My legs tremble as he fills me, my fingers playing in the wetness seeping from my pussy, flicking my clit as he fucks me. My breathing grows labored as I rub my clit. I know my own body, and that I will need to touch myself to reach another orgasm. First small circles, then larger circles, squirming, whimpering and moaning, his lips press to mine, his tongue forces its way between my teeth, sweeping around my mouth before making its way down my throat. His dick slides in and out of my pussy, as he buries himself balls deep, pounding into me as I grind my ass against him.

Teeth gritted, his voice rough, “Come for me, Emma.”

I came, exploding, harder than I ever have before. My body vibrating with the aftermath of my massive orgasm, I fall limp against the rough bricks, propped on my forearms as he impales me with his cock. Driving hard into me, stroking fast and furious until he throws back is head and roars. Coming in hot spurts. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me.

Slowly he pulls out, jerks up his jeans and lowers my skirt before he wraps his arms around me, spinning to lean his back against the hard brick pressing me tightly against his chest.

I can feel him as he leans down to place a kiss on the top of my head and rub his hand up and down my arm. I can hear the humor in his voice when he says, “Damn, Emma. You have been keeping some secrets from me.”

THE RELEASE

A smile touches my lips for the first time in more than an hour. It has taken quite a long time to calm down after my altercation earlier in the day.

Without waiting for an invitation, Brant swung one leg around and fit himself behind my back, drawing me into his arms.

Why fight it, I’ve been fighting all afternoon.
I nestle into his embrace. “I overreacted tonight, I guess.” I try my best to sound penitent.

“Hmm…punching the wall?” He lifts my hand and kisses my scraped and bruised knuckles. My body tingles as he skims his soft lips over my fingers. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen a girl do that.”

I let out a sigh, glancing over my shoulder. “He pissed me off.” I shrug.

“Obviously.” His brow lifts. “You shouldn’t be fighting anyway.”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous.” Reaching back, I hit him on his well-muscled bicep. “I don’t fight all the time.”

“Sure…” He rubs his arm comically where I had punched him.

“Whatever.” I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s been coming on for months.” I explain. “Every time he asks me out, I say no. But he won’t take no for an answer.”

“You should have punched him instead of the wall.” His hands flatten on my belly and I find myself begin to relax against him. Warmth travels from his body to mine in a never-ending current that sensitizes my skin and causes a delicious pulse to hammer in my veins. He buries his face against the back of my neck and inhales.

I shiver. “I’ve never punched a person before.” I chuckle, my fingers trailing lazy circles over the back of his hand. The masculine hair tickles my fingertips. “It seemed like a good idea at the time to hit the wall.” I glance over my shoulder at Brant.

“Stubborn.” He lifts my shirt and strokes my stomach. “You’re so hot.” His sensual whisper washes over me in soft waves. I feel my stomach muscles quiver and tremble with his touch. His hand comes into contact with my naked breasts because I am not wearing a bra, I removed it when I’d changed into the oversize T-shirt I am wearing, and now his thumbs softly graze the underside of my breasts in a rhythmic rousing motion.