A Sweet, Sexy Collection 1: 5 Insta-love, New Adult, Steamy Romance Novellas (Sweet, Sexy Shorts)

by Kaylee Spring

  “You got a ride back to school?” I was planning to drop her off.

  “I’ll catch a taxi.” She winks at April. “Have fun tonight, you two! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Which, by the way, is nothing.” The door is halfway closed when she bursts back in and pulls us both into a hug. “Love you guys.”

  When the door closes behind her, an awkward silence hangs between April and me. We’ve never been completely alone like this.

  “Want to start the movie?” she suggests.

  As the opening scene brightens the otherwise dark room, April leans into me on the couch, pulling a throw blanket I had hanging on the armrest over both of us. Even though I’ve been looking forward to this film for months, waiting for a free night to watch it in all of its glory, I’m not hearing a single word the main character says. All of my senses are attuned to the way April is curled up, her head resting on my shoulder. Her left arm linked with my right. Her left hand on my thigh.

  At first, she is still, and I think she is engrossed in the movie, but then her hand begins moving. The action is tentative at first, almost nothing. Little squeezes that could almost be written off as unconscious movements. But then she shifts her weight, this movement giving her an excuse to work her hand several inches up my thigh. Now the tips of her fingers rest under the ends of my sleeping shorts. When I glance sideways at her, I can see that he eyes are looking straight ahead yet are completely unfocused on the television.

  My consciousness slides over, congregating at my right shoulder where her head rests, and at her fingers so gentle on my skin. All of my senses enter a tunnel vision that is focused on the girl beside me. Her moves are so subtle that I could easily be interpreting them the wrong way. But I remember the kiss we shared, the fact that she is moving in with me. Of course, it’s a matter of convenience, and we will be in separate rooms as proper roommates, but we both knew the situations this could lead to. The situations it is leading to right now.

  Feeling her hesitation that could either be simple shyness or a holding back until there is confirmation from my side, I can’t stop myself from reciprocating. My right arm is around her shoulder, my hand just hanging off the side, but I reposition myself slightly, sliding down the couch. This does two things. First it forces her to make a decision. She can either move her hand with my movement, keeping her fingers attached to the same patch of thigh they have been caressing. Or she can stand resolute against the sudden movement, allowing her hand to be slid higher up my thigh until she almost can’t avoid contact with the tip of my dick.

  This repositioning also allows me to wrap my arm around her, resting my fingers right on her collarbone. Now I can match her fingers’ rhythms with my own. I’m working my way south, while April is marching north.

  My fingertips cross the threshold of her breast, caressing over its top half. She shivers under my touch, her own fingers pausing for just a movement before daring to venture higher. When she brushes against my now rock-hard member, my breath jumps.

  I can’t hold back any longer.

  My fingers slide further down her shirt and slip under the cup of her bra. I find her nipple and tease it ever so slightly. April moans. We are past being subtle. I pull her onto on my lap so she is straddling me, pressing my lips against hers. She reciprocates with a tongue that dances about in my mouth as her hands struggle to pull my shirt over my head.

  I’m in a similar position, unable to stop touching every inch of her flat stomach, flipping her bra up so that I can cup both her breasts in my hands. I lean forward and kiss around their bottom edges, working my way around in a spiral until I wrap my lips around her nipple, flicking my tongue across its tip.

  April throws her head back in ecstasy and when her face comes back down, she buries her mouth in the nape of my neck, dotting kisses down my chest and to my stomach. Then down further as she pulls back the waistband of my sleeping shorts, slowing here to tease me. Finally, she reaches in and pulls my dick out. I can feel my heartbeat pounding through its length, begging to be stroked.

  April does better than that.

  She licks up my shaft, ending in sweet kisses at the tip. She does this for thirty seconds that feel like thirty days in a desert, always one step away from a cool well that would quench my thirst. I am on the verge of grabbing her head and guiding her down on me when she takes all of my cock in her mouth. I had no idea she was even capable of this. I am not massive, but I am well average, perhaps a tad over, but that’s not the point. April is petite. So small in fact that it takes no effort at all to lift her back up and give her a long kiss.

  “You’re killing me,” I say. She nuzzles against my bare chest.

  “Then we might as well die somewhere comfortable.” She nods her head towards the bedroom.

  I’ve never crossed the living room fast. And as soon as I lay her across the bed, I pull the rest of her clothes off. I’m standing at the foot of the bed, admiring this amazing creature sprawled out, her hair perfectly draped across the pillows. I love her. I love her and I can’t stop myself from saying it.

  “How the hell did I get so lucky?” Then I crawl on the bed and hold myself over her tiny frame. “I’ve never said this before. To anyone.” She’s waiting, all of her attention on me. “April, I love you.”

  Chapter 19

  April

  I should feel utterly exposed with him just standing over me, looking my body up and down. But this is Finn. The boy who has always been a part of my life, though stuck to background roles until very recently.

  When he leans over me, I expect him to kiss me, to immediately drive his cock into me. Earlier, he said that I was killing him, so I took that to mean that he needed more of me right away. Instead, he ducks his head down, his breath warm and soft on my ear. “I’ve never said this before. To anyone. April, I love you.”

  I bite my lips to keep the storm of emotions from falling out of me. Finn knows me. My history. My family. He’s just recently saved me from my horrid parents who were using me for insurance money. But what he doesn’t know, what no one can know because I have never told anyone, not even Ashley, is that I’ve never been loved before. My parents never said they loved me. I never got far along enough in past relationships for boyfriends to profess their love for me. This is not only the first time that I have heard these words directed at me, but it is the first time I have felt them.

  “I love you too,” I manage to get out, though he can’t know how foreign the words feel on my lips. How this is the first time my tongue has ever processed this phrase before. But I say it now because I truly feel love for Finn. For everything he means to me. For the life he has rescued me from and the future he’s helped make possible.

  Finn hovers over me for just a moment longer as all of these thoughts pop into existence across my brain, and then they vanish into a sweep of wind as he begins kissing his way down my body. Lingering for a moment at my breasts before tickling around my navel. Then down further where I remember acutely that I have not shaved since before the accident.

  This doesn’t slow him down.

  His tongue explores the crevices between my hips, dipping down into the valleys, and working its way up between my labia. “I haven’t shaved,” I say, not mentioning that no one has ever gone down on me. That this is my first time and I hope that I don’t smell or taste dirty to him.

  He ignores me, seeking out my clitoris and tickling along it with his tongue. All the time his hands are rubbing along my thighs, occasionally exploring up to my breasts for a firm squeeze.

  I am powerless against him. Never before have I have I felt anything quite like this. None of my previous boyfriends were concerned about my orgasms. They wanted in and out as quickly as possible. I keep expecting Finn to pull away, to slide inside, for this foreplay to end. My heart just can’t contemplate being focused on so earnestly without giving anything in return.

  Finn’s right hand slides down my torso, up under his tongue, and he inserts a single finger inside of
me. Usually penetration is painful for me, but Finn has worked me up to such a fever pitch that I am slippery and ready. Instead of pumping his finger in and out like I’m some sort of engine that needs to be primed, he curls his finger up and tickles at something inside of me. Something I didn’t know I even had. But as an intense roar builds in my vagina, a pressure of pure built-up pleasure, I can only assume he knows exactly where my g-spot is. Perhaps this is one of the benefits of being with a medical professional.

  His tongue doesn’t stop, and, coupled with his finger, I can’t hold back much longer. The sheets that I have simply been gripping with white knuckles now pull away from the sides of the bed, exposing the mattress on either side. I am writhing as lights flash across the back of my eyelids. Part of me knows that if I squeeze Finn’s head any longer between my thighs that he may die of asphyxiation, but the rest of me can’t be bothered to actually release him.

  Finally, after what feels entirely too long for an orgasm, I fall back into the bed, my body pure jelly. Nothing but pants for breath and the desperate need to hold Finn as close as possible. He crawls up the bed and we wrap our arms around each other. He’s still placing little pecks across my cheeks, rousing me from my come down of the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

  “That was amazing,” I say, wishing I could run to a dictionary and find a better word to describe what he just did for me. “Mind-blowing.”

  “You certainly just about blew my mind. After all those weeks laid up in a hospital bed, it’s good to know your thighs are still strong enough to crush a watermelon between them.”

  Laughing at this visual, I slap his arm. “I’ll try not to suffocate you next time.”

  “On the contrary,” he says, placing a kiss on my lips. “I think it’s sexy as hell.”

  I reach my hand down and feel that he’s still as hard as ever. Of course he is. He’s had no release yet. I climb up on him, straddling his stomach. I can feel how wet I am against his skin. “Now it’s time to pay you back.”

  Before he can say anything, I sit up just enough to grab his dick, pull it up, and sit down on it, feeling his whole shaft glide right through me. We both shudder, and for the first time ever having sex, I’m not grimacing in pain.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he says.

  I lean forward, making sure to keep up my grinding rhythm, and say, “Shut up and kiss me.”

  Chapter 20

  Finn

  “Shut up and kiss me,” April hisses at me between passionate lip locks. Being in no position to argue, I do exactly as she says. But after only twenty seconds or so, we both can’t handle focusing on our lips. She leans back, displaying her small yet perfectly perky breasts in all their glory. I reach up and hold them as she switches between riding my dick and grinding against me.

  Even though she told me to shut up, I can’t help but give voice to my admiration for her beauty. Just the way that she’s enjoying this makes me so hard. I didn’t tell her this, but it’s been a long, long dry spell leading up to tonight, which means I’m not going to be lasting very long.

  “You are the most gorgeous creature,” I moan out.

  She is too busy working up and down, her breathing becoming faster. I know part of this is from the pleasure, but she must also be tiring out slightly. So I switch my grip to her shoulders, gently pulling her down on top of me, luxuriating in the feel of her breasts against my chest. In this position, I can maneuver her knees so that her hips are propped up above mine ever so slightly. Hugging her under her shoulders allows me to take control, humping her from underneath.

  My cock glides in and out, our skin thumping together. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, tangling my hair. Her breath heats my neck where she moans and occasionally plants little kisses. I wriggle my hand between us, finding her cute clit again and caressing it, letting it know I haven’t forgotten about it. That I don’t plan to neglect any part of her perfect body.

  Her breathing is different now, and if I’m honest, so is mine. A wild chemical floods my brain, submerging it so that all it can think of is swimming up, up, up. The higher I go, the closer I am to breaking the surface. April has thrown her whole body into the rhythm.

  Then it hits. Climax and ten seconds of unblemished, bright-burning bliss. Her pussy pulsates around my cock. Every muscle pulls against the other. We are tight as bands pressing against each other. Then, in a single moment, we slump back. Logic returns slowly as she lies on top of me, each of us trying to catch our breaths. I lean upwards and kiss the tip of her nose. “Hey cutie.”

  “Hey yourself,” she replies. Her sigh is the contented sounds of a kitten curling up beside a fire. “I guess this whole platonic roommate thing was never going to work.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say in a mock serious tone back. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” She can’t be bothered to move her hand more than a few inches back to deliver a playful slap to my arm. I wrap my arms around her again, my hands lifting her head from my chest so I can look right into her eyes. “But seriously, I’m happy with this. Are you?”

  She nuzzles back into my shoulder. “Are you kidding? I could stay like this forever.”

  I kiss her head, her curls tickling my nose. Me too, I think. Me too.

  Chapter 1

  Diane

  Only five minutes into my first ever driver’s test, I know I’ve failed. My three-point turn was more of a seventeen-point turn, in the middle of which my rear tires jumped the curb more than once.

  It’s not my fault. I never planned on learning to drive.

  I only arrived in this town last month after being transferred into a new office my company wants to set up. So while I’ve been busy moving into my first actual house (as if living in a place called Branchville wasn’t insulting enough, they don’t even have apartment buildings out here) and making a list of everything we actually need to complete to get this office up and running, every spare moment the past four weeks has been spent studying and practicing for this driving test.

  Back in NYC, I never even considered having my own car. Parking spaces were sparse and expensive, plus the actual cost and upkeep seemed so unnecessary with all the taxis and public transportation. But out here I’ve been relying on my assistant to pick me up and take me home each day, and after a month of carpooling, we’re both ready to be out of each other’s hair.

  I know every rule in the handbook. I spent all of last weekend with another coworker named Alice who took me to some private land her family owns and let me practice driving. All that Alice asked for in exchange was a little espresso machine in her office, which I was glad to purchase from the local supermarket. I’ve got my three-point turns down and even parallel parking, though I heard from others who grew up in this area that they never had to do that for their driving test.

  After acing the computer test, I’m not the slightest bit nervous when my number is called for the practical test. That is until I meet my instructor.

  “Diane Southerton?” he asks, checking his chart.

  “That’s me,” I say in a chipper voice that is most certainly not natural. “I’m Diane,” I say in what I hope is a more natural tone.

  “I’m Hugh,” he says and reaches out for a handshake. I almost place my other hand on his forearm while shaking his hand, but I restrain myself from grazing my fingers over his sun-kissed skin. He’s wearing a long-sleeve shirt, but he’s got the sleeves rolled up just perfectly. In fact, nothing about him is out of place.

  He’s a model man.

  Although he only has a few inches on my five foot six, he seems taller. I think it’s the way he holds himself. That plus his wide shoulders and slim waist that draw the eye. His face is angular but not skinny. The scruff of having last shaved yesterday is sexy rather than haggard. If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say that he’s about my age, but perhaps a tad younger than my twenty-six years.

  My first mistake comes the moment we sit in the car. I’m cas
ting glances over at him, noticing new things like the scar just on the bottom edge of his chin and the perfect angle of his jaw. I start the car up without even thinking.

  “Forget something?” Hugh asks.

  “I don’t think so,” I reply. When he reaches over, I almost meet his hand halfway. It’s an instinct that I thankfully hold back because he’s not reaching out to me but to my seatbelt buckle. “Oh!” I zip the seatbelt over myself and click it where his fingers were just pointing. He smiles and jots something on his notepad.

  I’m screwing this up. But I can’t. It took a week to set up this appointment and I need to be able to drive by next week. Carpooling just isn’t going to cut it anymore. After a deep breath, I steady myself and shift the car into reverse. Only, I think it’s reverse. While I’m looking backwards, checking my mirrors, lingering at the passenger side mirror where I can just see Hugh out of the corner of my eye, the car lurches forward. The tires jerk against the rubber parking curb. No damage, but according to Hugh’s scribbling, definitely a foul.

  “Think you can get it out of the parking lot?” he asks. There’s no malice in his voice. It’s almost like a joke between old friends. Except we’ve just met and he’s definitely not someone I want to be friends with. More than friends, yes, but not just friends.

  I manage to get the car out on the road, but it doesn’t get better from there. After running a stop sign, being honked at for not moving when the light changes to green, and turning on my windshield wipers twice instead of signaling for a turn, we finally return.

  “Just park it right over here,” Hugh says as we pull back into the DMV lot. He’s been silent up to now, though I’ve felt him casting side glances at me, I’m sure thinking the same things that have been playing on repeat in my head ever since I threw the car in drive instead of reverse at the beginning of this test: does this girl have any idea what she’s doing?