Manhattan Sugar (From Manhattan Book 1)

by V. Theia

  Again, he had control and I didn’t care because I was too busy being kissed desperately with slices of his tongue over mine and nibbles on my lower lip.

  I loved how he touched me.

  His hand fisted in the back of my hair, turning me this way—and then that way to better taste me, to deepen the explicit kiss.

  His dick became beautifully thick between us.

  I released a sob into his mouth and when Gray pulled away an inch, he was equally staggered, mouth wet and heaving air.

  He looked like a fire-breathing dragon with his hooded eyes and flared nostrils ready to pillage every fucking village in sight.

  His hair disarrayed from my fingers.

  And he knew.

  Something on my face gave me away because he stood snappishly, me still in his arms before he lowered me to my unsteady feet, my hip grazed against a very hard bulge and it raised my already boiling temperature. A hand snaked possessively around the back of my neck and he hauled me in and up to meet his distracting, delicious mouth once more.

  A fast-hot kiss he rasped. “Go inside. Say your goodbyes. I’m taking you home. My home, India.”

  Neither of us were in any doubt what we were going to do once we got there.

  “Hurry, baby-girl,” his voice seduced over me, flames licking through every syllable as they left his husky throat, and I wondered if my wobbly legs would even carry me inside. “Or I won’t control myself if I take you down on this hard-concrete floor and show you just how desperate a man can be when he mounts behind his woman for the first time.”

  Cheeks flamed.

  Nipples hard as stones poked against the thin cotton of my top, desperately needing his hands, his mouth, his hard suck.

  And god, how did I know he’d suck my nipples hard? I just knew he would make them hurt so good with deep suctions until I was ready to go off like a rocket.

  If he reached into my shorts he’d find a wet spot of his making.

  Gray hadn’t moved an inch. Tall, hard, merciless body and he was growling between clenched teeth.

  A man full of lust and contained want with his head lowered … watching me as an animal would in the wild.

  Where had this side of him been hiding?

  Not hiding. Waiting for me.

  He’d waited until I was ready.

  Ready for him to take.

  Gray Ellison didn’t fuck around.

  And the award for most patient man in New York goes to…

  God. My blood burned. And when I moved to get around him, we brushed together, and it was like a forest igniting, jolting me in my converse shoes.

  We hissed at the same time, and I felt the blow of desire like no other time in my life. All I wanted was what was right in front of me. This hard, heavy breathing man looking down at me with unmoored desire coming off him in sticky waves.

  How did he become more handsome in the last two minutes?

  This lust was brand new and ours.

  Within seconds, he had me pinned against the front door. Hands locked on my hips angling me against the thick log he was brushing to my belly, his mouth sucking … sucking on my neck. Oh, Jesus.

  I saw stars and planets colliding.

  “Gray… god.”

  “Same, baby. Fucking same. I need you.”

  Everywhere was numb except for where his mouth suctioned on my neck and I gave in to the rush of feeling coursing through me.

  It was a brush fire gone wild because catching even a breath was difficult.

  He set me free, told me to hurry again and on shaken legs it took me less than five minutes to ensure mom would be okay.

  She looked so damn happy it was like looking at a stranger.

  By the time I was in the car with Gray and Josiah driving, my insides were liquid.

  It was me who reached for Gray’s hand first.

  Me who twined his fingers and then it wasn’t enough, so I crawled across the big black seat and climbed into his lap not caring that there was no partition between us and his driver.

  “It’s gonna take too long,” I whimpered into his neck feeling like the end of the world because I couldn’t have sex right then when I needed it.

  Desperation was a sound rolling through me.

  “Soon, baby-girl. Just hold on then I’ll give you every scream you could ever wish for.” He said low by my ear, kissing the lobe, his fingers dug into my hips making me moan. I had to settle on his lap or risk just unzipping him right there and fucking his brains out in front of his driver and traffic we hit ten minutes later.

  Gray was the epitome of calm with his arms around me letting me burrow into his throat as I slid hands up the back of his shirt for connection.

  “Tell me a promise,” I asked suddenly and didn’t know where it came from. Maybe the jolting beats of my heart made my brain fuck up because this was just sex, India. Promises were for those stupid enough to fall in to life-long relationships and needed assurance that the affection was still present.

  Without missing a beat or questioning me, Gray stoked my outer thigh, up…down…tormenting me with his surprisingly callused palm. He kissed my chin, lifted my hand to his lips and sucked on my index finger.

  God, the hot suction speared directly between my thighs.

  Drenched.

  “I promise,” he released my finger out of his mouth with a loud pop, shifting his hand from my outer thigh to the inner. Of course, I opened to let those naughty-boy fingers slide up and up until they reached the apex of my shorts where I was scorching hot.

  I was in slut mode. Needy mode. Wanting him now mode.

  And he smelled so good.

  It was all I could do to not pant like a dog inhaling his too-intoxicating scent.

  I nuzzled behind his ear, toying with his belt buckle, working out how long it would take me to open and find what was big and hard waiting for me inside.

  My hand knocked his arousal.

  We both groaned.

  “I promise…” he repeated, huskier. Leaving his fingers just out of reach of my pussy, “to worship every beautiful inch of your body,” my breath hitched as his voice brushed my ear. “Until you’re so sated and exhausted, so fucking satisfied down into your bones and this wet place heating my fingers, that I have to feed you directly from my hand, baby-girl.”

  Holy fucking hell. I wheezed.

  His dirty mouth should be a whole chapter in a hot romance book.

  There was no more to be said. I couldn’t handle verbal sex, not when I was tuned up to the max and squeezing my thighs together trapping his hand.

  I only hoped the car sprouted wings and flew us home.

  “I’m locking this down, India.”

  I did everything I could to guarantee he didn’t hear my flailing heartbeat pounding out of my chest like one of those pathetic lovesick cartoon characters.

  We’d walked into his building like any other ordinary couple would. Side by side, not holding hands. He was the very image of calm despite rubbing my pussy through my shorts for the whole journey home.

  I was so wet I was worried if I looked down it would just be a huge soaked patch at the crotch.

  Gray? Not even fazed as he ushered me into the elevator first.

  He looked like he was just coming from a business deal and not stuffed inside his sweltering car with his hands rubbing all over me and sucking on my neck.

  I forgot all about my elevator death trap fear as I pushed myself into the corner and tried to regroup my breathing, watching the red lights take us up floors, all the while far too aware of a hungry gaze penetrating me through to the skull.

  He was the gentleman inviting me in when he unlocked the door.

  Only when we were inside did he grab and push me into the hallway wall with such speed I was still trying to catch my breath when he husked his declaration against my ear.

  Hot breath washed over my cheek.

  His voice corroded in lust. I purred arching back as his hands held me in place. It hurt my h
ips and felt good at the same time. I wanted him to be rough, to take charge.

  No doubts. The blistering sear in Gray’s hooded eyes told me plenty about we’d be doing this his way.

  He nipped my earlobe. “Apologize for being a cock tease for weeks. When all we both wanted to do was fuck our brains out,” he bit into my collarbone and I swear I saw something biblical behind the popping stars in my field of vision. “Tell me you’re fucking sorry you haven’t been sitting on my cock for fucking weeks, India.”

  He was every pussy-throbbing catastrophic thought I’ve had in the last weeks.

  Why did I have to sound so needy? He was tearing down my bricks with great big handfuls.

  The casual way he looked at me.

  As if he owned me.

  His masculine scent and how it violated my senses until all I saw and felt and heard was Gray.

  I’ve had lust bombard me before.

  This wasn’t just lust.

  I’d be able to breathe a whole lot easier if it was a simple case of sexual attraction.

  He might have a sweet boy charm, but Gray was the definition of dirty, hot sex.

  The greedy-wanting thrum between my legs said so.

  Confident.

  Powerful.

  And charm?

  He was the full package of what scared me the most.

  And I wanted to jump on him badly.

  Weeks of mutual, pent-up sexual tension had me reaching for the hem of his shirt and sliding my hands underneath. Aching and desperate to feel the weight of his skin. He squeezed my ass, our tongues mating. Fucking, really.

  It was dirty, and it seized my lungs from excitement.

  I couldn’t get my mouth open wide enough; the kiss was the best one I’ve ever had, messy and wet—

  Oh, Jesus. I’ve never had a kiss mean everything.

  It’s everything.

  He sucked on my neck, my collarbone, he slid those precious fucking pouty lips against my cheek until we found each other’s mouths frantically again.

  I loved his mouth. I loved his big, grasping hands on my butt, gripping and molding me as he lifted and rubbed me down the front of his hard body and there was no mistaking Gray’s hardness.

  It was virtually whistling a salute in my direction.

  “Sorry. Sorry.” I gasped. “Gray, please.”

  I wanted him so much. Even more than he wanted me probably. Climbing him like a spider monkey, made easier because my back was still held against the white wall, I wrapped my legs and pumped my hips to his steel-solid groin and smiled with satisfaction when he grunted.

  Digging my fingers into his hair, I let everything go and fell freely into his sounds, his taste, the grip of both hands on my ass down the back of my shorts as our kissing went from coaxing to frantic.

  The way he squeezed and pulled my ass cheeks apart was obscene and had me moaning.

  Even when he blew out an unsatisfied puff of air, releasing the pent-up tension from his lungs, it was sexy as hell, to see him crumble beneath the same desire I was experiencing.

  Watching this self-composed man come undone was…

  Powerful. Exquisite. Gasoline to my flames.

  Gray had other ideas when I thought we were about to fuck there in the hallway. He pressed his damp forehead to my equally hot brow and panted against my lips.

  “Sweetheart, you need to unclasp your legs from me, I need a minute to calm down.”

  “But…”

  “Don’t worry, baby. I just need to get you to my bed. Not fucking you in the hall the first time now I have you, not when I waited a full year. I want to taste you, eat you a-fucking-live, hear you screaming while you writhe on sheets that have been waiting for you to crawl in between.”

  Oh, god.

  How did he make me lose my mind so easily?

  He’d kissed my socks off and left me different.

  “Legs, India.” He issued on a pained groan pumping his cock between my thighs.

  God, he felt good.

  I could get off like this if he’d just keep going. I gave myself up to the rush. That electric pulse of my core tightening and releasing more wetness eager to wrap it around his cock and feel how slick the slides would be.

  I couldn’t claim to know Gray all that well. But then I’d known people twenty years and could say the same.

  Time was irrelevant when I felt closer to him than anyone else.

  There was tenderness in his eyes. Lust. So much lust it burned down to my core. From under his hooded lids it was as if I’d known him a lifetime for the way comfort bloomed in me to please him, to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I grasped both sides of his face and kissed him hard.

  He permitted me entry instantly on a groan. Tongues met, duelled.

  He tasted better than any dreams I could have fantasized about.

  I didn’t care about any of the reasons not to be with him anymore.

  I wanted this, needed him.

  Greedy. So greedy, that when our mouths parted I slid down his body boneless. If not for his strong hands around my waist I would have kept on going to the floor.

  I gave in. Mind, body, soul. I gave in to Gray.

  His rasp against my throat heated me.

  There was more than just our friendship here.

  It was more.

  And it was explosive sizzling beneath my skin.

  With his head on my shoulder, my fingernails scraping over his scalp, I felt like I was calming a beast in heat.

  His cock hard on my hip, his chest rapid with each breath.

  And I felt … amazing.

  I didn’t want to lie any more.

  Didn’t want to pretend I was something I wasn’t.

  Gray wanted this me he saw?

  I was giving in.

  Relief swarmed through my mind bringing with it the warmest sense of calm.

  No pretense.

  Just me and Gray enjoying each other for however long it lasted.

  Weeks, days, months.

  I’d take it.

  “Stop thinking, baby-girl.” His growl vibrated into my skin. “Unless your thoughts are about how good our fuck will be then nothing else can be inside your head right now.”

  I laughed pulling his hair a little. I loved our height difference. How he was so much bigger dwarfing me as he hunkered his lean frame down to compensate the inches, he needed my fingers as much as I needed to touch him.

  “Whatever you say, sugar daddy.”

  “That only turns me on now, India.” He laughed huskily and rose to his fuller height. Stunning and breath-taking.

  Pop rocks burst through my veins.

  It’s when he broke the connection between us that my mind sifted through doubts and all the reasons I’d decided this was a bad idea.

  I wanted. Wanted. Needed him. I could ignore worries and stupid reasons.

  They didn’t matter. He mattered. This mattered.

  And those thoughts didn’t branch from my aching, sexual need for him to be inside me ten minutes ago. Those feelings came from somewhere even deeper than that and only came alive when Gray appeared in my peripheral.

  Feelings sprouted fresh like flowers.

  My mind and voice sang his name over and over under my breath. In such a world of my own I’d missed him taking me by the hand, leading me through the apartment.

  We stopped in the doorway to the bedroom and the look he gave me … had primitive reactions going on in my body.

  “Keep saying my name like that, baby, and this will be over long before I want it to be. I’m hard up for you, you have no idea,” grabbing my hand he dragged it crudely over his huge swelling and then traced it up his heaving chest before kissing my palm.

  “Trust me.” Hair brushed back from my face, he cupped my cheeks, kissed my lips, coaxed me into purring.

  I did.

  My head floated away from the endless responsibilities weighing me down.

  I was light as a feather.

  “Th
e things I want, India.” His nose traced my cheek, knocking against the side of mine. My fingers found his belt, slipping it out of its buckle. Next were his buttons.

  Our seduction frantic only moments ago was now syrupy slow. Heat staining our every shared breath in between kisses.

  I was floating so high I was dizzy with his touch undressing me.

  “Do you think you can manage all the things you want?” Breathless, my fingers toyed up and down his covered cock, the ridges pulsating under my touch.

  My pulse spiked.

  Now I had him literally in my hand there was no other thoughts that meant a thing other than putting him inside me and we were miles away from his sprawling bed across the room.

  Gray’s hips rammed into my palm and I squeezed a groan out of him. “Don’t be mean now or I’ll come all over those long fingers, baby. I want to drip every-fucking-drop on you, in you.”

  Woozy with want I panted and swayed into him before he righted me and hunkered down to yank off my shorts and panties in one fell swoop. I stepped out of them, kicked off my shoes, not noticing Gray do the same until he was naked in front of me.

  Gray. Naked.

  If my brain hadn’t exploded by now, then it was about to watching his hand wrap around the thickest cock I’d ever seen.

  Bountiful, cut, pink and engorged with veins. Perfection.

  His cock was Tumblr porn gif big.

  If only I had a minute to process and take him in. To get on my knees and worship the thick battleship pointed towards his abs with my thirsty tongue.

  I finished undressing myself, whipping my shirt off over my head, dropping it where-the-hell-ever.

  And then he lunged for me.

  I was more than willing to be taken by this big animal coming for me.

  Everything in me expanded and opened with ready wetness.

  If he fucked me over the windowsill or against the dark chest of drawers, then I’d spread and beg for it unashamedly. I’d give him my back, arch my butt and let him rut me from behind as hard as Gray needed to give it to me.

  “I need to be gentle with this pussy.” His full palm cupped me, and I cried out. Pleasure ringing my bell.

  I needed hard, fast, rough. About to tell him, he beat me to it, by growling a kiss on my already swollen mouth, “but I can’t this first time, do you understand, India?” Holding me under the chin it was a dominant clasp forcing me to look up at him. He was hypnotic in his lust.