Beguiling (Tempting #2) (6 page)

Scarlet Jennings wanted to fuck me. The alcohol was just the vehicle that was allowing her to show it to me.

So naturally, I walked pretty quickly to the bathroom off the kitchen and shut the door with a relieved breath. After thunking my forehead against the dark wood a few times, I turned to sit on the closed toilet lid.

“What the hell am I going to do now?” I whispered into the small room. I could not, under any circumstance, do anything with Scarlet tonight. She’d hate me in the morning and probably accuse me of taking advantage of her. And with the rapidly approaching fog of five vodka shots creeping over my body, I’d probably hate myself in the morning too if she gave me a look of disgust and horror.

Five shots. What an idiot. I’d be lucky if I could sneak into my house unscathed, because it wouldn’t help my dad’s little life lesson with my car if I came inside like this on a weeknight. I sank my head in my hands, already feeling my head swim a little from the vodka.

Which meant Scarlet was probably two minutes from passing the hell out. That was it! Just wait her out. Perfect. I pulled my phone out from my back pocket and starting scrolling through Facebook. I moved on to Twitter when nothing held my interest. Then Instagram. For a moment, I thought about posting a picture of my shoes against the dark wood floor of the Jennings’ half bath. But my brain was too fuzzy to think of some clever caption, like
Holy wood floors
. Or
The Pulpit
. I snickered, then kept scrolling. Somehow I managed to kill about twenty minutes on my phone.

Yeah, she would definitely be passed out by now. I’d set some water next to where she was sleeping, leave her a note to make sure she knew I’d done something nice for her. I stretched when I stood, then gripped the edge of the counter.

“Holy shit,” I said, blinking a few times at my reflection. There was still only one of me in the mirror, but even I wasn’t used to downing so many shots so quickly. Especially not when I was in the middle of summer workouts. As much as I took football seriously, and I did, there was something fucking awesome about the feeling of being drunk and weightless. And with that fucking deep thought, I left the bathroom and closed the door with a click. It was louder than I’d hoped, and I cringed, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Scarlet.

When I turned, I froze.

It did not wake Scarlet. Because she was still very much not passed out. And that’s because she was waiting for me, waiting like one of those plants. You know. The plant that eats men. A Venus Fly Trap. Those things ate men, right?

That was Scarlet. She’d already taken off her pants. And when our eyes met and held, she gripped the bottom of her light gray shirt and peeled it up over her head, leaving her in a white bra and matching white underwear. Tiny, tiny underwear.

My brain short-circuited. Straight-up crashed.

“Whaaaaaaaaaat are you doing?” I couldn’t look away. I didn’t even want to.  

“What the hell does it look like?” And she reached behind herself to unhook her bra. “I’m getting naked for you.”

Fuck. Me.

S
carlet moved closer
, one slow step at a time, and I was still frozen like a chump with the bathroom door behind me. Her bra fell away from her shoulders, catching on the tips of her nipples. I swallowed, desperately searching for the resolve that I’d found behind the closed door. But that promptly went to hell when the cups fell away from her, down her arms and then to the floor. Did my eyes follow the bra? Not exactly.

They didn’t move from her
holy hell I couldn’t believe they were that perfect
perfect tits. With each step, they bounced a little. And the bounce made me so fucking hard. She paused to shimmy the underwear over her slender hips and down her legs.

But even they couldn’t tear my gaze from her breasts. Probably the most ideal set I’d ever seen in my life. They weren’t huge, but they were high and firm with small pink nipples. They’d fill my hands easily and were full enough that I’d love pushing them around my cock and fucking them. I’d never done that. But I could with Scarlet.

“Scarlet,” I whispered. “We can’t.”

There was no way she heard me, because she stepped up in front of me, lifting her hands to touch me. I darted sideways, almost tripped and fell over my own feet, but righted myself with one hand on the wall. The smile on her face slayed me. Fucking slayed me. Because she looked so pleasantly surprised that I’d almost tripped because of her nakedness.

Not thinking, I grabbed the back of my shirt and ripped it over my head. The exultant look on her face was short lived, partially because I blocked my view of her face when I pulled my shirt over her head, tugging it in short jerks over her shoulders.

“Arms in,” I instructed her. She shook her head, red hair shimmering under the bright lights over us. “Now, Scarlet.”

Surprisingly, she listened. But with slow movements that didn’t help me in the slightest, because it just showed the shift and stretch of her tits underneath the dark cotton of my shirt. I blinked slowly, trying to break whatever magic spell was doing this—putting this seductress in front of me, smelling so good and looking so good that it seemed impossible that I wouldn’t touch her.

When the shirt fell over her stomach, I got a glimpse of the short, trimmed red hair above the v between her legs. Stupid fucking mouth, it watered. I wanted to run my tongue up the seam of her pussy and suck her clit in my mouth.

I pinched my eyes shut, breathing hard through my nose. My head swam. Between the shots and her scent, I felt like I’d been shoved onto a tilt-a-whirl and I wanted off. I mean, I kinda did. She smelled so good. And looked so good. I kept thinking good, because she
was
.

Pulling in one last breath, I steeled myself to force her to drink some water and … and, I don’t know what I was going to do, because she laid a cool hand on my abs.

“Oh,” she said in a hushed voice. “These are … really nice.”

Her fingers moved down, tracing the lines of muscles and I curled my fingers into tight fists, aching to grab her and pull her to me. She pushed her hand up over my stomach, stopping to trace the line underneath my pecs, and I started shaking my head.

I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t be this guy.

“Scarlet,” I warned, but it sounded weak, even to my drunk-ass ears.

“Hmm?”

“You don’t want to do this.”

“No?”

My eyes were still closed, the only weapon I had left in my arsenal. When she swiped her thumb over my right nipple, my dick jumped and my hands shot out to grab her, shove her away from me. They landed somewhere around her hips.
Of fucking course
. I tightened to push, bunching the cotton in my hands, when she went up on tip-toe and licked a long line up the side of my neck, stopping at my jaw.

Good. Yes. It was really, really good. She moaned and sucked on a small spot of skin when she’d licked as far as she could reach. I dug my fingers into her hips and held her in place, not pushing, not pulling. Just holding. Gripping.

“I do want this, Leo.” Her voice sounded so lucid, so sure, that my eyes popped open without me giving them permission to. Her gaze was piercing in a way that I couldn’t breathe for a second. I wanted her to mean it. I wanted her to remember it, and remember me, and remember what I could make her feel.

“Have you,” I swallowed, tugging her an inch closer, still leaving space between us, “have you done this before?”

“Are you asking if I’m a virgin?”

I nodded, fully prepared to say no if she was. But the smile on her face made me exhale in relief. I didn’t want to say no anymore. We’d just be drunk and fuck, and if we regretted it in the morning, then it was on both of us. Her smile faded though while she dragged her hands down my chest, down my abs until she cupped my dick through my jeans. I pushed my hips against the pressure, but it was nowhere close to what I needed.

“Oh no, I know exactly what I’m asking for here, because the only one of these that I’ve seen and felt before,” she curved her fingers and squeezed, smiling when I cursed, “was much smaller than this. And he did not know how to use it.”

“I sure as fuck do.”

“I know you will,” she said quickly, leaning up to place a kiss at the bottom of my jaw. “And I need you to give me sex that does not suck.” She kissed my chin. “Plus, you owe me for that naughty, naughty thing that you said to me earlier.”

For three long seconds, our eyes held. Three seconds that felt sexier and more important than my last dozen sexual encounters combined. My hands released the shirt covering her and slid down until I met warm skin. Then I curved them around until I cupped Scarlet’s ass and yanked her forward. I tugged the cheeks apart, rocking myself against her, and she dropped her forehead onto my chest with a moan.

“Please, Leo,” she begged on a whisper. Like I’d say no right now. I pulled in a deep breath of her hair. Scarlet lifted her head to look at me, our lips so close that the damp breaths from her mouth hit my lips in short, heavy bursts. “Make me feel good.”

So I did.

I let my lips rest on hers while I took one hand up her side, smoothing over her rib cage until I met the curve of one breast.

She whimpered when I didn’t move right away, and when the sound moved through my lips and into my mouth, I fucking snapped, shoving my tongue into her mouth, wanting to absolutely devour her.

Scarlet wrapped her arms around my neck, meeting the thrusts of my tongue with wet, frantic ones of her own. I palmed her breast, groaning at the hardened pebble of her nipple against my skin. My other hand left her ass, coming around the front of her thigh until I could drag a finger through the wet crease of her cunt. It felt crude to think that about her. And when I pushed a finger in, hooking it inside of her and grinding my palm against her clit all while our mouths ate at each other, her knees buckled and I barely caught her.

Swinging her up in my arms, I moved toward the stairs.

She laughed, running her hands through my hair while I made my way up. “The couch would have worked fine.”

I cleared the landing and dropped her legs, letting her slide against me while I lowered her. Then I shook my head and grabbed the edges of the shirt she still wore. I don’t know why I thought I could do it quickly and not about
die
at the way she looked underneath it. But the action made her stretch up, revealing her flat stomach that felt as soft as it looked. It did particularly amazing things to her tits—lifting them up when her arms were raised over her head, bouncing back down when the shirt came off. I pressed both thumbs to her nipples, then pushed them together. This didn’t feel like the rushed, groping drunk sex I’d expected, but I didn’t know if it felt like that for her. Knowing the couch would have ‘worked fine’ for her swamped me with white heat, making me want to prove her so fucking wrong. I gripped the sides of her face and dragged my nose along her cheek until I reached her ear.

“No, it wouldn’t have,” I said, licking along the shell of her ear. “Because the things I want to do to you require more space than that.”

“Oh my God, yes,” she said in a rush, stroking my stomach again and moving down to my belt buckle, which she eagerly opened before ripping down the zipper. Scarlet dipped her hand into my boxers, wrapping her small fist around my cock.

“That’s it, right there. Oh fuck, Scarlet.” She twisted, tightened and gripped harder, only loosening her grip to trace her thumb over the slit where I’d leaked a drop of pre-come. “Where’s your room? Or else you’re going to find out what it’s like to get fucked against the wall next to your parents’ bedroom.”

With a small smile, she grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway, then turned around and backed into the dark room. When she went to close the door, I stopped her.

“No way. I want you to fill every room in the house with your screams.”

I watched her eyes darken before I gripped her hips and backed her onto the bed. Never breaking her stare, I shoved my jeans and boxers off. Her legs fell open and I pumped my cock a few times, loving the way she licked her lips. When I grabbed behind her knees and yanked her to the edge of the bed, she moaned, throwing her head back on the mattress.

I smoothed both hands up the inside of her thighs, dragging both thumbs along the edge of her pussy, then sank to my knees on the floor in front of her. She lifted her head, brows bunched in confusion.

“What are—”

“Shut up, Scarlet.” I dragged the flat of my tongue up along her length, groaning at her taste, at how wet she was. Dropping a kiss over her clit, I flicked my tongue against it, fucking loving the moans that were coming out of her mouth. I dipped my tongue inside of her, making lewd movements and sounds until she was moving her hips in tiny circles. The pitch of her voice rose, and I moved a hand so I could rub against her clit in short, fast movements with my thumb. She screamed, detonating instantly, and I could feel it around my tongue. I just might die when she did that around my cock. I gentled the motions of my tongue and took my thumb away from her clit.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” she said, breathing hard, her rib cage and chest heaving. My heart raced, my head spun, and I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath while I kissed up her body. Stopping to suck on one tit, I rubbed my mouth against her so that I could lick the shining wetness from her pussy off of her skin.

Her hands flew up to grab my head and I laughed when she dragged me up so she could kiss me. I gripped under her ass and shuffled us higher on the bed, the soft pull of her lips and tongue raising goosebumps along my skin.

“You taste so fucking amazing, Scarlet,” I breathed in between kisses.

“I’ve,” she stopped to pull back and look me in the eye, “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

With a grin, I reached down to fist my cock, rubbing the tip over her clit. “Just wait,” I promised and notched the tip inside the tight fist of her.

“Don’t make me,” she said with a fierceness that took me by surprise. I could still taste the vodka and lemon on her tongue and it gave me a brief pause. But then she gripped my ass and pushed me until I was in. Not fully, but enough that we made matching sounds of relief and desperation. Then I snapped my hips forward until our skin met with a slap.

“Holy fuck, Scarlet,” I said, overcome and overwhelmed, my whole body tense with the wash of heat that was crushing me, the wet slide when I pulled back and did it again. Over and over and over until I was sweating and she was dragging that sweat down over my chest with her fingernails. My muscles screamed at me, but Scarlet never stopped touching me. Soon enough, I couldn’t discern where she was touching me and I was touching her, or who was making what sound. She was close, I could feel it around my dick, so I propped on my elbow and pressed down on her clit in fast circles.

And then I died. Absolutely fucking died.