Southern Gentleman (Charleston Heat 3)

“It made you what?” he bites out. I can tell he’s trying not to jack himself off too hard, too fast. He’s on the verge—having your arousal continually stoked over an hours-long period will do that—but he wants to draw this out. Savor the moment.

“It made me hot. So hot for you, Grey. Your openness, too. Your vulnerability made me want you in ways I’ve never wanted anyone else. Ever.”

“Fuck—Jesus Christ, Julia, you gotta let me have you. I want to be inside you. I want to feel you. You make me beg, and I’ll make you pay. I’ll punish you.”

I bite my lip, allowing my fingers to amble back to my clit. Sensation winds tight tight tight in my core. I’m grinding against the wall, my skin burning.

I don’t care.

Grey’s eyes are hot and hard on my body. His nostrils flare as he tugs at his cock, running a thumb up the seam on the underside of his head.

“Maybe I want to be punished.” I glide my fingers around and through my folds. “Show me the villain. Be the bad guy. And I’ll show you how much I like him.”

He growls, bolting to his feet. My eyes flick up to meet his.

He’s enormous. Breathing hard.

Angry. Cock and eyes and muscles, drawn taut with frustration.

“How much bad do you want?”

My legs fall all the way open. I arch my back, offering him my tits.

My everything.

“All the bad you’re willing to give me.”

He takes a step forward. Nostrils still flaring.

“Take your fingers. Touch your clit,” he bites out. When I hesitate, he takes another step forward. Towering over me. “Do what I fucking say, Julia.”

I shiver. Shake.

I love this game. Switching up the power dynamic. I lead. Then he does.

I take charge.

Then he takes charge of me.

I meet his eyes and touch my clit. Both fingers. Pressing, pinching.

A tremble moves through my left leg. I’m close.

“Open your mouth,” Grey says, taking his cock in his hand. Taking a step forward. “Wider.”

I do as he tells me and open wide.

Without preamble, he puts himself inside my mouth. Sinking on a slow, deep thrust that induces the tiniest gag, making my eyes water. Lewd and lovely, all at once.

He lets out a pant.

Need spears me right through my middle. I moan, too, and Grey must feel the vibration, because he slams a palm against the wall above my head.

“Stay still,” he grunts. “And don’t you dare come. Your turn to wait, pretty girl.”

Gliding a hand through my hair, he gives it a little tug. Tugs my head back so that my eyes meet his as he glides in and out of my mouth. In and out.

“That’s it,” he says softly, pulling out until his head is at my lips. “Play with me, sweetheart. Taste me. Show me how much you want this.”

I wrap my lips around him, tugging and sucking and licking him. I taste the salt of his pre-cum, and use my tongue to smear it across my lips.

“Aw, fuck,” he says, gently pushing my hair away from my face. “Fuck, you like that. You like the way I taste.”

In reply, I swirl my tongue over his head and give the underside a long, lingering lick.

His control snaps. He jacks his hips and howls, this gravelly roar that makes my nipples tighten painfully.

Before I know what he’s doing, Grey is wrapping a hand around my arm and yanking me to my feet, his cock bobbing as it falls out of my mouth.

“Can you stand?” he asks roughly.

“I—”

One of my legs gives out, but he’s there to catch me. He hikes me over his shoulder, making me laugh. Then he sets me on the bed, the fluffy duvet sinking beneath my weight. The fabric feels cool and silky against my back.

My pussy is throbbing.

“Please,” I say.

“Still want the villain?”

“I just want you. Whatever that looks like.”

In reply, he takes my knees in his hands and parts them. Ducks down and licks my pussy with the broad flat of his tongue. Back to front, ducking inside my cunt before pressing against my clit.

I feel my orgasm rising up to meet me. I gasp. He growls.

“You’ll get the villain,” he says, and grabs a condom on the bedside table. “By the way—I’d really like to stop using these things. How about we get tested? Make sure it’s safe before we...”

I bite my lip. “Fuck without them? I love that idea. I got tested when I found out I was pregnant—they test you for a lot of stuff to make sure you don’t pass it on to your baby. I’m clean.”

“I will schedule a new test first thing tomorrow.”Chapter Twenty-FiveGreysonI flip her over onto her stomach. The skin on her ass and back shines in the low light of the room. I lean down and kiss the outside of her neck, the underside of her ribcage. I kiss her ass cheek, giving it a playful smack.