Sweethand

This erotic story excerpt by N.G. Peltier from Sweethand was originally self-published in the U.S. and published by Piatkus for the UK edition and is a finalist in the Good Sex Awards Best Sexy Talk Category. Show it some love and vote for this story in the Readers' Choice awards by 20 June.

Sweethand

The words tumbled out as the throbbing grew between her legs. She was really going for this? Yes, yeah, she was. Horniness had definitely clouded her judgment. This was Keiran, after all, and she’d just asked him to take her upstairs, where they’d take this teasing further. She shushed the part of her that was trying to tell her what a bad idea this was. That it wasn’t worth the regrets that would descend later, the mess they’d have to wade through. That she was still angry with him over the fight.

But, Keiran was looking at her with a whole load of want in his eyes, and Cherisse hadn’t had anyone look at her like that in a while. She was relishing every bit of heat in those dark eyes. The way his gaze fixed on her hand moving between her legs made her feel more powerful than she’d ever felt lately. Especially after Sean and his shit. The fucking asshole.

“Are you sure?” he croaked. His palm kept rubbing against his thigh. Was he aware he was doing that? She allowed herself a wicked smile. Either he was trying to stop from touching himself, or he was imagining taking over for her hand. She was good with either. The idea of them getting off together like that had her body growing hotter. That was new. She’d never thought she’d be turned on by that, masturbating in front of someone, but oh, she could visualize it clearly now.

“That it’s a good idea? No,” she admitted. “That I want to? Yes. So, do you want to fuck? Yes, or no?”

He swallowed. She grinned. “Yes,” he said. “Condoms? Please say you have condoms. I know I said I’d do anything, but driving in that wetness isn’t my idea of fun.”

“I do.” Remi insisted they keep restocking, whether they were getting any use out of them or not. Be prepared was both their mottos. “Besides, there’s more fun wetness to drive into right here, so…”

Keiran snorted. “That was awful.”

“But oh, so true.” She winked, ready to see this through. She wasn’t prepared for Keiran swooping her up in his arms. She blinked at him as she hung on, the hand she’d been using to pleasure herself digging into his shoulder as he held her, waiting.

“Tell me where I’m going?”

The short trek upstairs to her bedroom was ample time for sense to prevail, but when Keiran deposited her on the bed and began stripping out of her sleep shirt and those ain’t-hiding-shit wet briefs, any lingering hesitations went right outside into the pounding rain. Holy Jesus.

“Fucking hell, dude, what the fuck?”

She’d seen him shirtless before, but now there was no towel to block her view. Her eyes flitted from the muscles bunching in his arms to the pecs she was more than eager to take a bite out of, to his nipples, dark against all that smooth brown skin. Her tongue was eager to trace those abs, and Jesus, take the wheel, her gaze slipped lower to his hard length. He was primed and ready. His hand gripping himself as he watched her ogling him made her press her legs together to ease the throbbing.

The thirst was real. She was ready to get down there and take all of him in her mouth.

“I swear, that filthy mouth of yours does things to me.” He sounded like he was smirking. Damned if she knew with her eyes fixed on his hand as he kept up his lazy strokes, up and down, with a twist at the head.

“Oh, I’ll show you filthy,” she promised. “Get over here.” She let her eyes trail back up to his face. Yup, he was smirking, head tilted to the side as he continued palming himself. He didn’t move.

Oh, so he wanted to play right now? He would regret that. She grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it off, then got rid of her shorts until she was just in her thong. Ah, now she had his attention because soon enough, she had a face full of bobbing dick. She looked up as he stood over her.

“Ready or not,” she taunted.

They were too worked up to go slow, kisses wild, hands grasping, cupping, and kneading every bit of flesh they could reach. Cherisse arched into the touch between her legs. Her thong had gone the way of the floor at some point, so there was not a thing to stop Keiran’s fingers from exploring, dipping inside. She rode them shamelessly. She had a brief moment of self-consciousness when he replaced them with his tongue, licking at the juncture of her thigh and pelvis. The lights were on. There was no darkness or candlelight to hide flaws in its golden glow. She shook away the doubts, refused to let Sean’s words mar this for her. All such thoughts fled as Keiran worshiped at her flesh like he was having the finest feast.

She urged him on with the motion of her hips. With one last slow lick, Keiran raised his head, his tongue flicking out to taste her wetness from his lips. Fuck, that was hot. She pulled him in for a messy kiss, tasting herself, pressing into him as his hardness nudged her wetness. She needed him inside her now.

“Get that fucking condom on,” she ordered.

By the time he fumbled the condom on, Cherisse was so wet from his fingers and tongue she was ready to blow, but she was going to savor this, every slow slide, every groan that wrenched from him.

“Jesus, fuck…just…God…lemme just…” He flipped her around to her hands and knees, and oh, he couldn’t know how much she enjoyed this position, but he’d clue in soon enough. She threw a sultry look over her shoulder, eyes locked onto his hips as he drove forward, reveling in the feel of his hands as he gripped her hips. She wiggled back onto him, and Keiran groaned.

“Fuck, Cherisse.” His hand caressed her behind. She arched into him further. “You got a fucking dimple on each cheek. Who the fuck even has those?”

She chuckled for all of a minute until he sped up his thrusts, and her laugh dissolved into a loud moan. Keiran was all heat and grinding hips at her back, punctuated by his deep groans. “Yes, harder, fucking yesss,” she spurred him on, body arching further as one big hand came round to cup her breast. Lightning sizzled to center between her legs. She was so close to coming, so close. She bit her lip, trying to stop herself from crying out when Keiran’s hips did this particular swirl move. Jesus, he was good at this.

“Don’t hold back.” His lips grazed her ear as their bodies, slick with sweat, moved together.

The loud boom of thunder happened at the exact movement she cried out, face pressed to her sheets, which did nothing to mask her loud moan as she came. Cherisse wondered if the spots of light behind her eyes were lightning, but then, that didn’t make sense, did it? Lightning came first, not after thunder. Although she’d heard one time that wasn’t entirely true—that they happened at the same time, but light traveling faster than sound and all that. Well, then, it seemed her brain was severely dick-addled at the moment. Did that orgasm just fry her brain?

But they weren’t done. Keiran was still going. “Need. A. Minute?” His breath tickled her ear, and he punctuated each word with an annoyingly slow thrust. Oh God, that was too much.

She shivered. “No, just…water, maybe? Fuck.” She eased away from him, turning over, so she was on her back. Keiran grinned down at her, mouth curved into a self-satisfied smile.

“Okay, let’s get you hydrated. We’re not done yet.”

Cherisse shamelessly ogled his taut ass as he disappeared from the room. He returned quickly, sans condom, a cup of water in hand. She wondered if he’d actually run, worried the time apart would have her nerves settling in. At this point, she was too wrung out for her brain to even conjure panic.

His gaze was locked on her as he approached the bed. Her body flushed with heat, and Cherisse was ready for more. She couldn’t be certain she’d come again, but it would be fun to try.

Almost at the bed, Keiran tripped on who the fuck knew what—discarded clothes, maybe—but Cherisse squealed as cold water sloshed from the cup onto her bare skin. “Fucking hell!”

“Oh shit, sorry.”

“If you weren’t eyeballing the girls,” she huffed, wiping at the water on her stomach.

“Well, damn. You laid out like the best buffet I’ve ever been to, what you want me to do? The girls just there, looking like my next favorite meal.” Keiran shrugged, unrepentant, eyes locked on her breasts. Cherisse snorted. He handed her the cup. “I can fix this.” He ducked his head, warm tongue licking at the water on her skin. Oh, fuck. The cup nearly fell out of her hand. “Drink your water, Cherisse,” he instructed.

How she managed it while his tongue flicked at her nipple, she didn’t know, but she drank it all. Heat pooled between her legs again, and what she did know was she needed him inside her again. She placed the cup on her side table with shaky hands. Easing him back with a hand on his shoulder, she scooched down until he hovered over her. He reached for another condom and rolled it on, slowly, eyes never leaving her face. Their playful banter was gone. Only the heat arcing between them, intense stares, and heavy breaths remained.

She wondered what he saw reflected on her face. She felt too raw. Nerves too exposed. But she needed that look again, the one where he looked at her like she was everything. She shouldn’t do this. It was selfish of her to feast on his adoration like this, but she needed it. God, she needed it, especially with Sean’s cruel words still there, echoing.

Without a word, he brought her leg up, anchored it on his hip as he eased back into her body, eyes blazing with heat and lust and awe. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, hips back to their slow torture again.

Cherisse held on, meeting him thrust for thrust, basking in it all as she let his words fill up her tiny cracks.

 

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N.G. Peltier is an anime watching, book reading, video-game playing, story writing kinda girl.  A devourer of words and books from a young age, she enjoys writing romance and creeping people out with the Caribbean folklore stories she grew up hearing.  A Trinidadian born and raised, she currently lives in Trinidad with her mountain of ideas and characters battling each other for whose story get told next.

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