Southern Player (Charleston Heat 2)

I shake my head, my hair making a muffled noise as it moves across the pillowcase.

His brow creases. Like he’s in pain again.

“Go ahead,” I say, heart thumping.

He swallows. His finger slips lower.

Lower.

Gently, he touches the tip of his finger to my asshole.

I tense. At the same time, pleasure spirals through me. The pressure is…strange. And obscene. And I like it.

He presses a little harder, watching my reaction. I roll my hips into him, pressing down on his finger. Curious. Wanting more.

“Careful,” he says. “Baby steps, Gracie. We’re gonna go slow with this. I don’t want to hurt you. Not unless you wanna be hurt.”

A tremble moves through my legs. Just the idea of being hurt—of doing dirty shit I’ve never done before—is almost enough to make me come.

I was so worried about this. What my partners would think of it.

With Luke, I quite obviously do not have to worry.

The sense of freedom that gives me makes me feel downright giddy.

“Keep going,” I say, curling my other hand around his shoulder. Digging my nails into his skin. “I’m so fucking close.”

He’s smirking again. And then his mouth is on me again, too. Tongue circling my clit as he presses his finger against my pucker more firmly.

My orgasm rises up. So close so close.

His fingertip slips inside my ass. Just a little.

Just enough to push me right off that edge and into the dark, throbbing abyss below.

My hips buck. My pussy contracts against his mouth, his finger, legs snapping shut as my orgasm rips through me.

I come. Hard. Hands on his head.

“Luke.” It’s a strangled cry. “Oh.”

He’s holding me by the hips now. Tongue still moving. I come and I come and I come. The pulses are tight and sweet, radiating throughout my entire being.

Just when the shockwaves begin to subside, Luke reaches up and tweaks one of my nipples. The waves crash through me with renewed force.

I am fucking flying. Lost to sensation and sweetness.

I’m a shuddering, moaning mess, clinging to Luke because—

Because this feels too good and too big to experience by myself.

My legs drift apart as I come back to earth.

I’m breathing hard, pulse drumming in my ears. At some point I must’ve closed my eyes, because I open them and find Luke looking at me. Lips glistening with my arousal, the muscles in his neck and shoulders drawn taut.

“Wow,” I manage. “Just—wow.”

“It ain’t my tractor. But you still got that throb goin’ between your legs. Told you it makes life worth living.”

He’s right.

Damn this man, he’s right.Chapter ElevenLukeGracie laughs.

She fucking laughs, the sound radiating with unbridled joy.

Joy that rips me neatly in half.

“You’re saying you’re better than your tractor at getting me off?”

I press one last kiss to her clit. Gentle, but she still hisses.

“Yup.”

“I’m going to have to meet this tractor. Compare y’all’s skills.”

I climb over her and kiss her mouth. Because I can’t not kiss her when she’s making tractor jokes.

She puts a hand on my chest, right above my heart. It’s going wild.

Her taste is all over me. All over her now, too.

When I pull back, I find her smiling. Brown eyes wet and soft with satisfaction.

Oh, Lordy.

I knew we had chemistry. I knew we’d be good at this—getting naked and getting off.

But I didn’t anticipate it being this good this fast. Her hot little body sure as hell don’t hurt. But it’s her confidence that’s the real turn on. She was scared when she first got here.

Now, though? Now she’s being bossy, she’s begging me to finger her ass, she’s laughing.

She’s comfortable.

Mission accomplished.

“My tractor is big.” I settle myself between her legs. Melting my groin into hers, making my dick roar. “But I’m bigger.”

To hammer the point home, I swivel my hips, pressing myself against her none too gently.

Her eyes go hazy as her head falls back, mouth open.

And then her eyes flash.

Without warning, she uses the hand on my chest to push me. Hard.

I’m on my back and she’s on top of me, knees straddling my hips, before I know what’s happening.

The bare lips of her pussy spread open. I can see her clit. Her inner folds. Bright pink and just begging to be fucked.

My balls tighten.

“How about you show me just how big you are?” she says, walking her fingers down my stomach. It caves, muscles contracting as fire spreads through my skin.

Aw yeah.

I like where this is going.

I draw my hands up her sides, thumbs drawing a line from her navel to her breasts.

She pushes up onto her knees so that she’s kneeling. My hands slide to her thighs.

I watch as she unbuttons my jeans. Unzips the fly.

Her hand moves inside my boxers. I groan when her fingers wrap around my dick and pull it out.

The damn thing practically bounces free it’s so stiff. Jutting upward from my hips.

“Oh my God,” Gracie blurts, eyes going wide.