Manhattan Sugar (From Manhattan Book 1)

by V. Theia

  I’d fucked her up the bed and I was right there ready to fall off the fucking edge of the world, but I needed something first. I detached us, her hiss was music, my cock protested leaving her body, but I was soon sliding back into her swollen pussy on top of her this time.

  Her open legs welcomed me by snaking around my hips, lifting her pelvis into the thrust.

  I wanted her eyes.

  I wanted my girl to see how serious I was as I moved and shoved my pleasure into her. Soaked tightness held me solidly even as I spurted everything I had on a prolonged groan, my forehead pressed into her brow. “India … baby-girl.”

  “Give it all to me, Grayson,” she urged, fingers gently scraping my scalp, her lips within reach, sweet breath fanned my face. And though it felt impossible, since my cock was spent I felt more pour out of me with one last thrust before I came to a stop.

  It was the best climax of my life.

  I felt empty and full at the same time.

  “I’m going to say some really good shit just as soon as I can breathe.” I told her hoarsely into the side of her neck. When I collapsed I made sure most of my weight was still on my hands, so I didn’t crush the tiny thing under me.

  India laughed animated, like we hadn’t just gone a heavy round on my bed. Her fingernails dragged down my sides and fuck if my cock buried inside her didn’t give a little twitch of interest. She’s much younger than you, asshat. If I could go again within minutes I’d probably die of heart failure.

  The sound she made when I lifted off her was long and guttural, her neck craned back into the bed. Part pleasure I think, but also sore from the vigorous fucking I couldn’t help giving her.

  I frowned and kissed her exposed throat. “Wait right here, baby.”

  Off the bed I went to get what I needed from the en-suite bathroom.

  “Bring me water.” She yelled causing me to grin.

  All too eager to bring her anything she wanted. Especially with what I was about to say to her in a few moments just as soon as I cleaned her up.

  A detour to grab her a bottle of water, she was watching me when I re-entered the bedroom, propped against the headboard.

  I loved her body confidence.

  India was utterly… exquisitely mouth wateringly perfect laid naked for me to look at. Every inch of her, perfect.

  My half-hard cock could just calm the hell down because I needed to take care of her first.

  India drank and opened her legs for me without my even having to ask.

  My heart drummed.

  I cleaned her, dried her, and kissed her pussy several times. “Did I hurt her very much?”

  She chuffed a laugh and passed me her bottle to drink from. And then she ran her fingers through my hair. A tender touch from India was like winning the biggest contract and finding gold at the same time. I growled low.

  “She’s fine, you, rutting beast. Just tender. It’s been a while.”

  My chest inflated. Ego engaged. “I’ll make it all better in a minute.” I climbed back into bed beside her.

  “When do you want to move in?” Lips stole across her flushed face, captured hers briefly when I nuzzled her nose. I was tempted to lick my way in when she opened for me, make her agree when she was incoherent with orgasms.

  “Right now, is a good time and then we get your things in the morning.”

  I couldn’t take my question back despite the risk of her taking off with a dust cloud following behind. She was giving me an ulcer through worry over her being alone in her nearly empty building.

  I watched her chew it over like a piece of tough rib-eye.

  Every little flick of her curved brows weighing up my words, looking at me as if to gauge was I serious?

  As a heart attack, baby.

  “Live here, India. Fuck the rules. Let me look after you. We’ll take care of each other.”

  She snorted a beautiful noise that turned me on.

  She wasn’t running, that was a bonus. She moved onto her side, giving me the full picture of her body and when she reached fingers up to my face I kissed the tips of them and let her rub over my stubble.

  “Being a kept woman isn’t really me, Grayson.”

  Fucks sake. My jaw ticked, pecking her lips.

  “Then take my money and I’ll be your kept sugar daddy.”

  “I think that would make you my sugar boy…” she saucily teased, tongue in her cheek.

  Her boob cupped in my palm. “I’m good with that.”

  “When I was in college, I thought landing a filthy rich dude was the pinnacle of life.” I hummed at her playful smile. I toyed with her nipple.

  “And here you are.”

  “So why aren’t you saying yes?”

  “I found I wasn’t shallow enough.”

  “No, you’re not.” I agreed, kissing her navel. “This doesn’t have to be a permanent situation.” Like hell. I lied. I wanted to take care of her for the rest of our lives. “Until you’re back on your feet. Let me take some of the burden from you.” I was so full of shit willing to say anything to get my girl. Her happiness eclipsed anything else I had going on, and that included several overseas deals I really needed to be there in person to see to.

  I’d have a fucking stroke if I left now while India’s life was up in the air.

  I wasn’t all altruistic.

  Of course, not. I wanted her for myself. You could say I was using her situation for my own gain even when I truly needed to help her.

  It was a compulsion I couldn’t get out of my head.

  Her tears haunted me.

  I’d give her all the money she needed without living with me and if she said no, that would be my next avenue I’d go down.

  Plucking her from her side of the bed, I sat her astride my waist. Her hands braced to my chest. Her brow curved questioningly.

  She joked about me being her sugar daddy.

  But it wasn’t far from the truth.

  She was young, her whole life ahead of her.

  And I was selfish enough to not let her go if she wanted me.

  “What’s that wicked expression for?” She asked, trailing a finger over my eyebrow. “Sugar D up to no good, I can see it.”

  She was right.

  I pushed inside her, grunting when she took all of me, stretching and angling down.

  Plenty of time to talk.

  Need stroked from me to her as she softened and undulated on my lap.

  “Show me how you work for it, baby-girl.”

  Something fired in her eyes.

  I let a palm span around the back of her nape, a possessive encouragement for her to come closer, she licked her lips ready for grabbing, moaning as her little tongue flicked out, eyes directly on me.

  Halfway between a moan and a cry.

  The sound vibrated her throat against my hand.

  “Is that how you please me?” Where the fuck was this coming from? I didn’t know but my cock pulsed as I felt her juices coat me and she began to rock. Then she started to really shake my world.

  Up and down she dragged my length giving a vise grip thrown in, my eyes moved into the back of my skull.

  Nails dug into my shoulders hard enough to mark.

  “That’s it,” sweat ran down my spine. Our breaths labored. Lust hotter than ever saturated the air with the smell of our sex. “College girl wants to fuck rich. Squeeze it out of my big cock and get it, baby-girl.”

  She became feral making wild-cat noises.

  I was going to be scratched to hell.

  There was no doubt in my mind as I watched India ride the literal fuck out of me that she was my equal, my perfect, my mine.

  Convincing her started right here.

  “I swear cereal tastes so much better after a million orgasms.”

  Get a load of me. The representative clichéd woman sitting in a guy’s kitchen, wearing only his pale blue button-down shirt, my hair a sex-mess and I was cramming food into my mouth at 3am to satiate my growling belly afte
r rounds of incredible sex. I was sore all over.

  All I needed to do now was the walk of shame and I’d have the full package of party girl 101.

  When I was trying to shake that skin.

  Good going, India.

  Only this was different wasn’t it? Gray wanted me to move in and be his lover-sugar baby or whatever.

  To live here in what … fucking bliss? Emphasis on the fucking.

  Would I be expected to stay in his bedroom with him?

  And I couldn’t believe I was seriously considering it.

  I crammed more Fruity Pebbles into my mouth, crunching through the extreme fake sweetness I loved with the mix of milk.

  The man himself … landlord-slash-live in lover was leaning against the kitchen island like it wasn’t the middle of the night and he hadn’t exerted all his old bones showing me the best time.

  The. Best. Time.

  Jesus. The man could sex. He’d reduced my body to ravenous starvation. Who knew behind his specs and rugged stubble and big boy clothes he was a sexpot in bed?

  I did. At every point of contact—his hands, mouth, erection, his hips, ignited me to the point even I didn’t recognize the begging, moaning woman in Gray’s bed.

  “What has you thinking so loudly?” His voice broke the silence.

  With his hands on the counter behind him and his bare feet crossed, the pose jutted out his lean hips with his sweatpants hanging hazardously low and delicious.

  I followed an account on Instagram solely for dick-print models. From the happy bulge in Gray’s sweats I was contemplating sending in his pic.

  Handsome boy.

  Just watching him standing there ruggedly tall in low riding pants amassed a storm from within. A needy…clingy storm.

  Tell him you’re thinking of moving in.

  Tell him you want to live here and do all stupid things like watch tv and cook him dinner even though you’d probably burn it and then take long romantic baths that turn into sex. Tell him you want more than just a roommate.

  My heart punched hard against my ribcage as I rose my eyes to find his fixed on me. He looked far too good for a man who just had an orgasm buffet.

  He should be ten snoozes into sleep by now.

  “I was thinking; where did this cereal come from since your pantry was barren the last time I checked.” He flashed a devastating slow smile. He’d poured me a big bowl the moment I said I was hungry. “And we had a lot sex with no condom, so I’m wondering if you have any diseases I should know about.”

  Or, you could say that to him.

  I carried on eating. Then added. “I’m on the pill. And I get tested regularly. And I’ve never had sex without a condom before you.” I buried my head in the bowl again even when there was not even a lick of milk left.

  Gray pushed off from the counter and slid open the hidden pantry, the whoosh of the doors revealed a whole row of colored boxes I recognized.

  “Your housekeeper?”

  He smiled. “I went and bought them myself last week. From her theatrics at my telling her to donate the million cans of peaches I didn’t dare ask her to buy cereals too.” Pantry closed, I was oddly touched he’d done that for me because he expected … or wanted me to come back here. He approached on silent feet until he was soaring over me. Fingers played with the ends of my hair.

  My skin sizzled.

  “I’m safe, baby. I would never take risks like that with you.” Gray leaned down and touched his lips to the same spot on my shoulder that burned. “I haven’t had sex without protection either. I lost my head. I wanted skin on skin with you.” This last part his voice down-shifted to a rustier tone and rattled sexily making me shiver.

  “Lucky then I protected us from any babies.” I internally shuddered thinking of being pregnant. No, thank you.

  “I wouldn’t have minded.”

  Whaaaaat? My eyes pinged wider but by that time he was laughing and taking my mouth with his in a hungry, all tongue, consuming kiss I melted into instantly until the taste of Fruity Pebbles was gone and replaced with the heady masculine flavor of Gray.

  When he set my mouth free I was a little lightheaded, he grasped my hand and led me to the living room.

  It was a beautiful setting. Dark leather furniture, low glass tables, matching lamps placed around the peripheral of the room giving off mood lightening and a huge tv mounted on the biggest wall and below was a black media center holding all the contraptions men loved no matter what their age. In the middle of the room on top of the wooden floor was a fluffy rug.

  I folded my legs under me, his shirt skirted my thigh and when Gray took the very cushion next to me his palm found the top of my leg, stroking with his thumb.

  How was I meant to think with him doing that?

  “I have questions.” I said eventually when it appeared he was comfortable sitting in silence.

  “Hit me with them.”

  “Look, I get it, okay. I’m appealing as Artemis. Men want to fuck me.”

  I smiled at him growling low, running a fingertip along the hand holding my thigh. He was entirely adorable. I went on. “You want to bang my brains out is what I’m saying. But what do you get out of this? Helping me. Taking me in off the streets like a waif and stray. Do you have … issues?”

  “Issues?” His eyebrow went to the middle of his forehead.

  “You know … like a daddy Warbucks complex, you need to help the less fortunate.” His laugh came out husky, tickling the inside of my belly. “I mean, if you just want sex on demand, I could understand that. We generated some serious heat back there. You could have me without moving me in. But seriously, what do you get out of taking care of me, besides losing a whole chunk of money I probably won’t be able to pay back until the next life.”

  “There’s nothing to pay back, India. If that’s what you think, then you can unthink it right now.” Firm, bossy tenor. I scowled liking it. “As for taking care of you. I think you deserve it.” I started to speak, and he placed a finger on my lips. “Hear me out before you turn mean. From what I can gleam you’ve never had anyone in your corner, India. You take care of everyone first, and you place yourself last. Honestly, baby, that shit cuts me up. I want to take care of you because I want to take care of you. It’s as simple as you need it to be.” He kissed my forehead gently. I was wilting inside. How was this guy real? That kind of sweetness didn’t exist. “I promise there’s no hidden reason, nothing shady or kinky.”

  “Nothing kinky? Then I’m out.”

  My eyes flickered closed on a silent sigh when his nose slid across my cheek, down my jawline, nuzzled into my neck. He was unable to see it, but my eyes rolled right back into my head.

  Jesus, he felt amazing and if I wasn’t already seduced by Gray then his fragrance, subtle manly heaven would have tipped me over the edge.

  “You can have anything you want, baby-girl. You only have to say.”

  You. I thought. I want you. I couldn’t make the words come.

  Here’s my truth.

  I wanted him to be my protector. To be the person I could not only rely on to be there in times of good and bad but to know no matter what he’d be the one person who wouldn’t take off if my mood didn’t suit him. I wanted Gray to shield me from the worst of the anxieties that plagued me more than I would admit to because admitting it made me feel less than normal.

  With Gray I could be weak. And he hadn’t thought less of me. He wanted nothing more than to take care of me and I’d struggled to understand why.

  It seemed impossible he didn’t have ulterior motives and he wanted me for me.

  What did I know? Maybe he did, and I’d find out later.

  But from what I knew and seen of his behavior, Gray was one of the few unicorn men who said what they meant and meant what they said. Baffling.

  Modern women were supposed to be able to do everything like a super human wonder woman. Maybe that is true. But we also have complex, fragile brains and mental illnesses, whether our own or
dealing with someone else’s sometimes mean wonder woman needed a fucking lucky break.

  Or a helping hand and not to feel shame about asking for help.

  I was an idiot to have it taken me weeks to come to the realization I couldn’t base this relationship on the bad stories I’ve experienced in my life.

  A few bad chapters didn’t make a whole bad book.

  I couldn’t push away the potential of something real when it was there in my grasp with the sweetest guy I’d ever met. A man who asked nothing of me, expected nothing and accepted me for who I was.

  That was huge because I knew outside of my party-personality I’m not always the easiest person to deal with.

  I wanted to be loved and protected. I wanted to be needed by a man who only wanted my love and not what I could do for him and to love someone so wholeheartedly for myself in selfish ways that I’d have no other choice but to drown in happiness. I felt weakened admitting it, but it was my truth.

  And I wanted those things from only one man.

  My man.

  Was that Gray?

  His hand, moving up to the top of my thigh brought my thoughts back to the present when a shiver of pleasure ran through me. His touch magical and addictive. I found him watching me with a small smile on his handsome face.

  “So deep in thought, baby. I could have taken advantage and you wouldn’t have known.”

  Eyes skimmed his body. Hard chest, solid belly. Thick bulge in his pants. “I know what it’s like to have that weapon inside me, Grayson. I would have been more than aware of you taking advantage.” I deadpanned. And he chuckled before kissing my nose.

  Those damn nose kisses made me soft. I rested my forehead to his shoulder. Breathing him in.

  “Want to tell me all these thoughts, or should we just go and collect your things in the morning?”

  “Assuming…” my brow arched at his growing smile.

  Like I was doing something bad, I slid my hand tentatively into Gray’s and he instantly held mine tightly. The way his thumb caressed almost to the point I was hypnotized in that left-right motion.