Pink Lilies (Beautiful People Book 1)

by Lacee Hightower

  His fingers curled into my hips as he lowered his mouth, brushing his thick soft lips against mine in a long sensual kiss. My heart racing as he ended the kiss, his mouth still lingered on mine. His stare was unrelenting, that same confused look returning. The one I couldn’t comprehend.

  “I’m also clean. But I can use a condom if you’d prefer. More than anything, I just want you to make sure about this, angel.”

  I nodded, the eerie feeling something was bothering him setting off that same familiar, small feeling of uncertainty.

  “I’m sure. I’ve always been sure. And I trust you. I don’t want condoms.”

  This feeling was unfamiliar—wanting a man so badly that it made me ache. Physically. Trusting someone’s word that he was clean when I barely knew him was insane. Every inch of my body craved Tyler. It was like a pain embedded so deep inside me that nothing could alleviate it. His fingers brushed over my hips, my body softening against him.

  My hands slid to the top of his thick erection and pressed lightly, longing to touch him. Dying to feel him in my most intimate places.

  “Tyler,” I whimpered, rolling my thumb across his leaky slit. He dropped his mouth against mine again, growling, kissing me with a smooth, deep, passionate, moan-filled push of his tongue, leaving me desperate to feel everything he was doing to my lips on every personal place my body had to offer.

  I nervously tugged against the buttons on his shirt, wanting it off. He took my hand and lowered it back down to his cock, slipping the shirt off in one quick movement, bearing his firm ripped upper-body. A medium-sized tattoo covered the right side of his chest. It was the letter “C” inside a lily. Damn! That’s hot!

  His spectacular erection was almost uncontrollable. Long and thick, it was hard as stone. I’d never been so turned on for a man in my life. He shuddered, watching the track of my fingers moving over the hard tip of his bobbing shaft. His eyes were flooded with lust. He reached for my hand, lifting it to his mouth before kissing the length of my arm and each finger slowly, one by one. I laced my fingers through his and squeezed. As badly as I wanted him, something about this man still scared me. Mainly, thoughts of breaking my heart.

  “Angel, are you okay?”

  I was wet. So aroused, the uncontrollable need to come almost bringing me to tears. But, I still couldn’t shake off the strange biting feeling that something wasn’t exactly right. But really, I couldn’t come up with a good logical reason to make it matter any longer. More than anything else—I wanted him.

  “I’m fine,” I whispered in a shaky voice.

  “You don’t look fine. What is it, Alexa? Tell me what you want.” His hands cupped my cheeks. His eyes flashed with a combination of dark lust and question.

  “I want everything. I want you, Tyler.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Alex

  “Jesus, Alexa,” he moaned into my mouth. Just the simple way he pronounced my name was erotic. I’d always disliked my name, but it became passionate and lustful when he said it. He made it beautiful. He made me feel beautiful. Heated. I was nothing but flowing liquid in his presence.

  He sucked my bottom lip between his, slipping one long finger underneath the thin strap of my black nightgown and letting out a deep hiss as the strap fell over my arm. Inches taller than me, he kissed the top of my shoulder, my body trembling as it coated itself in goose bumps. The skilled master at seduction could make just the simplest things romantic. He reached for the other strap and lowered it the same way, both of us watching as the black satin fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing but torn panties and bared breasts. His hands covered them both, gently stroking and rolling my painfully tender nipples between his fingers. My sex responded in an instant, my nipples growing even tighter, while the pleasure between my legs felt sticky on the edges of my thighs.

  He slowly inched one hand down my torso, grazing the thin top elastic band of my panties that sagged on one side from where they’d been cut. His gaze on my lips, he dropped to his knees, lowering what was left of the silky fabric, lifting my foot so he could set them aside. He brushed his tongue across my stomach and up around my navel before working it down toward my wetness.

  “You’re so wet for me, Alexa,” he whispered, shifting his body. Behind me, still on his knees, he grasped my waist as his head dropped against the slight curve of my back and stayed in that one spot while he caressed my pelvic bones with his thumbs. His wet lips brushed against my back, moving from one side to the next and then back again.

  “And so damn beautiful,” he uttered.

  No man had seduced me this way. Even after two years with Ryan, I had no idea my lower back was so sensitive. The sensation stirred deep inside my stomach and up my spine. He pushed between my legs, skimming one long finger across my bare slit and over my swollen mound before sliding it inside me, giving it just the right bend to touch the tip of my most vulnerable spot.

  I shivered, shifting my body.

  “Christ, I love the way you smell.”

  My body was moving in sync with every thrust of his fingers. So long since anything other than my own hand or my hidden energizer bunny had touched me, my body was stupid with urgency for a real orgasm. By a real man. By Tyler.

  He withdrew his fingers and stood, facing me, rubbing the wetness of my arousal across his lips.

  Seconds later, I dropped to my knees, carefully reaching for his hard shaft as his darkened eyes watched my every move. Searing pleasure pulsed through me as his tightly sealed lips slowly opened for a long moan as I rubbed my thumb across the small wet opening covering the tip of his penis. I reached for his ass, urging him closer as I took him between my lips, dragging my tongue slowly over his base and pulling him into my throat. So ready. So willing to finally taste what I’d craved, he pulled back and slipped out of my mouth.

  Inches from the doorway, he lifted me from the ground, setting me down on top of the dresser. A quick slide of his arm moved the pictures and small Tiffany lamp my grandmother had given me to the side. His eyes were almost gray, the green nearly absent.

  “Do you want this, Alexa? Is it happening now?” The look in his face was deep, just as the frown line between his eyes. He lowered a hand to his fully erect cock that glistened with my saliva, grasping it as lust and need powered through his eyes.

  “Do you want to feel my warm cum fill you, and then slowly leak down the inside of your thighs? Do you want me in every part of your body?” He moved one hand up and down his cock in slow motions, the other sliding across my lips and down over my neck. I shivered. Every move he made was filled with erotic, sin-filled moves.

  “Tell me you want this, Alexa,” he whispered roughly. “Tell me that it’s happening and that it’s going to continue happening … over and over.”

  I only nodded, fighting the fluttering onset of orgasm building deep in my belly … the gruff, domineering tone of his voice …the emotion building behind my chest at being defenseless and vulnerable.

  And wanting more.

  “Yes. God, yes. It’s happening. I want you, Tyler. Please.” I was begging him. Dear God, I wanted this. I wanted to know every single thing about him.

  “Tyler,” I pleaded. He stood, completely naked, staring at me and giving me minutes to indulge in the deep beauty of his remarkable bare body. He was driving me over the top with the agonizing waiting, which he knew. I uttered his name again.

  “Shhhhh.” He brushed his lips across the top of mine. “Alexa, God help me. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman in my life. I’m aching for you.” With both hands, he patiently traced the outline of my body.

  “Touch your breasts for me, angel.” He rubbed my clit with the cushion-like part of his thumb as he forced my shaking knees apart and propped them up onto the edge of the hard dresser. “Pull on your nipples. Roll them between your fingers.”

  “Tyler…” I had never done anything like this before. My face flushed with modesty.

  “It’s okay, angel. Touch yo
ur beautiful breasts and look straight into my eyes.”

  Hesitantly, I did as he asked. His gaze was glued onto me, watching my hands tugging at my erect nipples. He grasped my ankles between his hands and lifted them onto his shoulders, kissing up my right leg as he wound it firmly around his neck, his head lowering toward my wetness. He covered my cleft with his thick lips, a long groan leaving his chest as he flicked his tongue across my overly sensitive nub. He sucked and licked me like his life depended on it. His touch was aggressive and brutal, spearing into me again and again, the sounds rising up his chest animalistic and sensual all at the same time.

  There was no way I could wait much longer. I was going to come all over his face, but I didn’t want to. Not like this. Not yet. His head shook slightly as he watched me beginning to lose control. Was he telling me not to come? Or not to move?

  He drove his tongue so deeply into me that I couldn’t think anymore and had to swallow hard to keep from screaming. My hands grasped the sides of his bobbing head, forcing myself into his face shamelessly. My lips were sealed together as I fought the urge to cry out, tangling my fingers through his hair and pulling as I listened to long, deep satisfied groans leaving his chest as he stared up at me with a lust so heavy in his gaze that I shuddered.

  “Tyler … God.” Not realizing my emotions had grabbed me by the throat, I was in full-blown tears. His tongue flickered over my deliriously hard peak and then sank back inside me, tonguing me to a crushing climax, his name slipping from my lips over and over as my body violently convulsed.

  In seconds, he had scooped me up into his arms and I was underneath him on the bed. Before the tingle had even normalized from the intense orgasm I’d just had, his hard cock was making its way inside my drenched opening, another long moan deep in his chest as he filled me with every thick inch. My eyes closed.

  “No, Alexa. I want you to watch carefully. See me when I empty inside you for the first time.” He rested my ankles over his shoulders and pressed into me slowly, letting me feel the sensation of every thick vein and silken inch, one at an agonizingly slow time. My eyes began closing again, only to feel him leave me.

  “I told you. Keep them open,” he growled, thrusting his entire length back into me in one hard gesture, piercing me deep as I watched his lips seal and his shadowed jaw clench.

  My eyes crept downward, glancing at his long thick erection. He moved inside me deep and hard, and then pulled back slightly before pushing back in even deeper. The entire time, as I listened to the sensual sounds coming from his lips, my eyes were unmoving, watching every erotic beautiful move he made.

  “Is this the proof you needed, baby?” His thick lips that tasted of me sealed mine as his hands clasped my butt, pulling me upward into his thrusting hardness even more.

  “Yes,” I whispered, tears slipping from my emotion-filled eyes.

  I loved the small moans that left him each time he bolted in and out of me, making me wild with need. I wanted so much more. Slowly and agonizingly, he slid out of me and just as quickly pushed back in. Deeper with each pulse, I whimpered as he took me in this completely bare, primal way, while I watched every thrusting move. The whimpering cries leaving my mouth were becoming unrecognizable. Even I didn’t know what I was saying.

  “Don’t stop, Tyler. God, please don’t stop.”

  His eyes blazed, holding me tightly by my butt as he drove into me over and over while my sex clung tightly.

  “Angel,” he whispered into my mouth. “Never doubt me again.”

  His firm grip on my ass tightened, the marks that would be left on my easily bruised skin, inevitable. The sound of his skin slapping against mine filled the room as he lifted me even further, the thick crown of his cock bumping the fragile inner part of me.

  My sex muscles squeezed him tightly as an orgasm rocked through me. Hard and intense, tears flew from my eyes as I trembled. I cried out, feeling a rush of warmth enter me as his pulsing release started emptying. He was coming right along with me, spilling his warm liquid deep inside my body with the most erotic sounding groan rising up his chest. I took both cheeks of his butt between my hands and pushed as he finished his climax, not to miss one single sensation of his pulsating body.

  “Jesus, Alexa.” He held my gaze as he shook through his own orgasm.

  He slowly slid out of me and immediately lowered his head between my quivering legs. His mouth grasped my sensitive clit and sucked hard, the sensation almost painful. Jesus, what was he doing? It was so erotic and personal, the feeling so intense that I bit at my lip to keep from screaming. He lessened his grip and licked me in one slow movement, tasting me and the abundance of both our bodily fluids leaking from my channel. Blown away and in a state of unexpected awe, my body shuddered, an odd pressure building behind my chest. So full of deep emotion, my tears spilled once again.

  I had no idea anything could be like this. No idea…

  Chapter Eighteen

  Alex

  The sound of a car door banged somewhere right outside my window. Startled, my achy body sprang straight up to the sound of soft breathing. Tyler was asleep in my bed.

  Oh, sweet Jesus! Tyler was asleep in my bed!

  We had made love for long hours, which explained the tenderness between my legs. Not sure what to expect next, or if there would in fact be a next, streams of emotion barreled through my chest.

  Not wanting to wake him, not sure what words would be exchanged when he rose from sleep, I stared, these tumultuous feelings so strong that a sob threatened my lips. He looked so beautiful and at ease. One arm rested by his side while the other stretched across his eyes. The sight of his long fingers draped over his face was sensual, right along with his luscious thick lips that were pressed together as he breathed slowly and quietly through his nose. My nipples beaded as I watched him, remembering all the things he’d whispered in my ear as his gloriously thick cock slid in and out of me until early hours of the morning.

  Being a weekday, I assumed he had to be at work at some point. The clock read 6:15 AM. Surely, he had an alarm set on his phone. Tyler Yates being anything other than responsible and punctual was an impossible realism, but he was still sleeping soundly. I sighed, watching him as his lips moved just slightly. I strained through a lump in my throat, swallowing hard as I relived all the places those beautiful lips had been on my body last night, making me hungry for more of what I had only hours ago, even with the biting burn that wore between my legs.

  His lips fluttered and I eased out of bed, tip toeing to the dresser for a shirt and some fresh panties, and then to the bathroom adjoining my bedroom to freshen up a little. My hair had to be crazy insane messed up. Plus, I still had moisture from both of us between my legs, sticking to both thighs.

  My teeth were brushed and I finished cleaning up, tugging my panties back over my legs. With a gentle easy hand, I opened the bathroom door and headed to the kitchen, flipping on the light. The sun was just rising outside, and the small orange glare was bright as it peeked through the small kitchen window, catching the edge of a stained-glass panel hanging over my patio door. My butt and legs felt like I’d endured a hundred crunches as I stretched to reach two mugs from the cabinet. Something made me want to fix him coffee and take it to him in bed. Coffee in bed with Tyler. How incredible would that be?

  Warm, long fingertips startled me, catching me around the waist and instantly warming my insides as Tyler leaned against me from behind, sweeping his lips across the back of my neck. His large hands caressed my stomach, giving me instant butterflies.

  “Why are you up? I woke and you were gone.” He didn’t stop using his lips on me, this time kissing my shoulder. Icy chill bumps coated my body. “I would have much preferred waking to your beautiful body wrapped around mine,” he whispered. I flexed my thighs together at his sumptuous words.

  “I thought you might need coffee. I didn’t know if you had work today.” I was rambling again. He made me so nervous, and I was pretty confident he could feel m
y pulse as I wondered what his thoughts were right now.

  He spun me around, pulling me into his body. I swallowed hard at the intimate way he was staring down at me. He was rock hard, wearing only tight boxers.

  Holy mother of God, he looked hot. My whole body was tingling. The man had to know that he put just about 98.9% of the entire male population to pure shame.

  “Are you naked underneath here?” He snaked his hand down my waist and brushed over my panty-covered mound, my skin already getting damp with every single second I felt his throbbing morning erection pressing against me.

  “Come back to bed with me, angel. I don’t need coffee. I need more of you.” His words were soft, yet demanding, as he slipped inside my panties and stroked my sensitive clit before gently slipping a finger inside me. I tensed at the small tinges of pain.

  “Are you sore?” His hand dropped down to the front of my thigh as I felt my cheeks heat.

  I nodded. “A little.”

  He reached for my cheeks and pulled me against him, sealing my mouth with a soft kiss. “You’re going to have many more mornings of waking up sore,” he whispered against my ear. “I want you feeling me with every step you take today.”

  Thankful I’d brushed my teeth, he kissed me with his beautifully thick lips, his tongue stroking slowly and sensually over mine, as I looked fixedly into his eyes, something too frightening to speak developing between us. Tender and passionate, it quickly evolved into something wild as he groaned into my mouth. I didn’t know when it happened, but somehow, I’d been pushed against the refrigerator, his long finger sliding in and out of me as he covered my achy nipple with his mouth. At what point had my t-shirt ended up on the kitchen counter? How did Tyler make me lose all reasoning?

  “If you’d stayed in bed where you belong, I’d be sliding back inside you right now.” He removed his finger from me and took my hand in his, slowly placing it on the lowest part of his bare chest. Then together, we guided it slowly down and over his hard, toned abs, leading to the bulging morning erection struggling inside his boxers. I pushed at the elastic waistband and slowly lowered them just enough to sweep my hand across his perfectly hard cock.