The Naughty Pleasures Bundle (Naughty Pleasures: Volume 1/Naughty Pleasures: Volume 2/Naughty Pleasures: Volume 3)

by Abbie Cole

  Through the blurry haze of our kiss, I feel him tug down my bodice and touch my breasts through the thin silk of my bra. He covers them with his palms, his fingers wrapping around their curves. His thumb circles my nipple, flicking at it until I cry out with a shock of pleasure.

  Far from gentle, but I don’t want him to be. I want his touch, his kiss, his body on mine, all of it. He catches that aching nipple between his thumb and finger and pinches lightly, sending a sizzling bolt of lightning all through me.

  “Phillip!” I hear myself cry, my neck arching back, my entire being bursting with excitement.

  “Shh,” he whispers. “Someone will hear us.” He covers my mouth with his again. I happen to notice that he is carrying me backwards. I open my eyes to find we are in a recessed doorway, completely wrapped in shadows, Phillip outlined in the starlight.

  I kiss him again, reaching out for him hungrily. That’s exactly how I feel, hungry, starving for his touch, for more of that wild pleasure. He meets me willingly, his hands sweep over my ribs, my hips, pulling me against him.

  His lips move to my cheek, his tongue dips into my ear and I gasp, then he moves down my throat to my shoulder, scraping my tender flesh with his stubble-roughened jaw. He nudges the strap of my bra aside and flicks his tongue over my skin. I arch my back, silently begging, and he gives me what I want. He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard.

  I drive my hand through his hair and hold him to me. He reaches down and grasps my skirt, dragging it up and up until it catches around my waist. Dizzily, I feel his body slide down mine and lean me back hard against the wall.

  “Fuck. God yes…” I whisper hoarsely as he kneels between my legs. I can’t describe how thankful I feel that I haven’t worn any panties tonight. As if I had anticipated or hoped for this encounter.

  He looks up at me, and I can see the gleam of his wicked smile. “Your legs are like silk. So fine and soft…” His hand glides up the inside of my leg, pushing my thighs apart. He lowers his head, kissing my knee, my trembling skin.

  “So soft,” he says, and I feel his touch comb through my damp curls and delve inside me. His caress rough and warm as he moves up and down my cleft. “And so wet.” He pulls his hand away slick with my wetness; he brings his hand up to his lips and sucks his fingers, licking them clean of my juices. The sight of his eyes half-closed in pleasure sends blood rushing to my pussy.

  Now his mouth replaces his hand. He licks at my seam, making me cry out in shock.

  “Damn, you’re delicious,” he whispers against me. “Don’t you like it?”

  “I…” His tongue presses into me, tasting deeply. “Oh, yes.”

  He laughs; I can feel the sound reverberate deep inside me. “I knew you would.” His fingers spread me even wider, his tongue swipes along my aching folds as he tastes me with long sweeping strokes.

  Closing my eyes tightly I allow the sensations to wash over me like sparks dancing over my skin, burning, shooting the pleasure higher and higher and higher until I feel like I can’t breathe.

  His tongue touches my clit, and I cry out, my body taut. “Phillip, I—oh!” I gasp. The sparks catch into flames; a bonfire of pleasure soars through me. My mind floods with white-hot light, and everything else vanishes.

  I feel my knees buckle, and I collapse toward the stone doorstep. Phillip catches me around the waist and lowers me gently. For a moment, I can only shiver. The heat of my climax dissipates, and I feel the cold wind again and the hard stone beneath me.

  I slowly open my eyes finding myself sitting back against the wall. He kneels beside me, his head buried between my trembling thighs. I watch as he slowly wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He turns his head to stare up at me.

  “You are magnificent,” I barely manage to utter. “And wonderful.”

  He laughs. “I’m said to be a man of many talents.”

  “Oh? And what are some more of them?” Leaning down to kiss him, a spasm of pleasure rushes through me as I taste myself on his lips, I reach down to rub and squeeze his hard cock through his jeans, moaning into his mouth as I kiss him hard.

  He kisses me back, but only for a moment. Then he grasps my shoulders and holds me back from him. “Please, Emma, don’t touch me. If you do, I’ll explode.” Standing, he grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet.

  “Oh,” I whisper. My gaze sweeps down his body to the hard bulge in his jeans. It strains against the seams. “Emma, you’re determined to torture me.” Phillip groans, before turning me around, shoving me against the wall, kicking out my legs, spreading them wide open as he pins me to the wall and then unzips his jeans, shoving them down.

  Leaning in kissing my neck while biting me at the same time, he rams his cock into my dripping pussy.

  “Oh yeah, Phillip,” I murmur. “Fuck me, Phillip.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, baby, I’m going to fuck you hard.” He grips my waist and thrusts harder. I reach up and cup my breast, squeezing them, kneading them, pinching my nipples as he drives into me, over and over. “Harder, Phillip.”

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  I lower my hand shoving it between my own legs, as he takes me from the rear. My legs tremble as he fills me, my fingers playing in the wetness seeping from my pussy, flicking my clit as he fucks me. My breathing grows labored as I rub my clit. I know my own body, and that I will need to touch myself to reach another orgasm. First small circles, then larger circles, squirming, whimpering and moaning, his lips press to mine, his tongue forces its way between my teeth, sweeping around my mouth before making its way down my throat. His dick slides in and out of my pussy, as he buries himself balls deep, pounding into me as I grind my ass against him.

  Teeth gritted, his voice rough, “Come for me, Emma.”

  I came, exploding, harder than I ever have before. My body vibrating with the aftermath of my massive orgasm, I fall limp against the rough bricks, propped on my forearms as he impales me with his cock. Driving hard into me, stroking fast and furious until he throws back is head and roars. Coming in hot spurts. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me.

  Slowly he pulls out, jerks up his jeans and lowers my skirt before he wraps his arms around me, spinning to lean his back against the hard brick pressing me tightly against his chest.

  I can feel him as he leans down to place a kiss on the top of my head and rub his hand up and down my arm. I can hear the humor in his voice when he says, “Damn, Emma. You have been keeping some secrets from me.”

  THE RELEASE

  A smile touches my lips for the first time in more than an hour. It has taken quite a long time to calm down after my altercation earlier in the day.

  Without waiting for an invitation, Brant swung one leg around and fit himself behind my back, drawing me into his arms.

  Why fight it, I’ve been fighting all afternoon. I nestle into his embrace. “I overreacted tonight, I guess.” I try my best to sound penitent.

  “Hmm…punching the wall?” He lifts my hand and kisses my scraped and bruised knuckles. My body tingles as he skims his soft lips over my fingers. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen a girl do that.”

  I let out a sigh, glancing over my shoulder. “He pissed me off.” I shrug.

  “Obviously.” His brow lifts. “You shouldn’t be fighting anyway.”

  “Now you’re just being ridiculous.” Reaching back, I hit him on his well-muscled bicep. “I don’t fight all the time.”

  “Sure…” He rubs his arm comically where I had punched him.

  “Whatever.” I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s been coming on for months.” I explain. “Every time he asks me out, I say no. But he won’t take no for an answer.”

  “You should have punched him instead of the wall.” His hands flatten on my belly and I find myself begin to relax against him. Warmth travels from his body to mine in a never-ending current that sensitizes my skin and causes a delicious pulse to hammer in my veins. He buries his face against the back of my
neck and inhales.

  I shiver. “I’ve never punched a person before.” I chuckle, my fingers trailing lazy circles over the back of his hand. The masculine hair tickles my fingertips. “It seemed like a good idea at the time to hit the wall.” I glance over my shoulder at Brant.

  “Stubborn.” He lifts my shirt and strokes my stomach. “You’re so hot.” His sensual whisper washes over me in soft waves. I feel my stomach muscles quiver and tremble with his touch. His hand comes into contact with my naked breasts because I am not wearing a bra, I removed it when I’d changed into the oversize T-shirt I am wearing, and now his thumbs softly graze the underside of my breasts in a rhythmic rousing motion.

  My breath hitches as Brant leans down and whispers in my ear, “Watching you punch the wall was really a turn on.” His tongue swirls lazily along the shell of my ear causing zips of pleasure to skate down my spine. “My big cock was so hard I thought I was going to come in my pants as I watched your breasts rise and fall with each agitated breath you took.” His fingertips still. “I wanted to push you up against the wall spread your gorgeous legs, and fuck your sweet pussy right there in the bar.” His warm breath heats my skin as he bites my neck and licks it with his tongue.

  My head falls back, relaxed by the sensual haze created with his whispering words. I gaze up into his face, his eyes heavy with lust. “Why didn’t you?” The words a breathless murmur as I watch the pulse working frantically in his neck.

  I twist so I can face him, straddling his legs and placing my bare knees on the outside of his thighs. I squirm, grinding against his rock-hard cock pressing between my legs, full, warm and inviting. I can’t ignore the throbbing heat, begging for his cock.

  I swallow hard, meeting his gaze, placing my hands on his chest. “What do you want to do now?”

  “Baby.” His chuckle is a husky, sexy sound that vibrates straight to my clit. “It has nothing to do with what I want to do; I’m going to do you.”

  Considering his erection pulsing at the vee of my legs, I figure he is probably right.

  I feel his harsh exhale as my body covered only by thin, damp silk settles over his cock. His seductive grin, an upward turn of his lips, got bolder.

  He reaches out grabbing my neck urging my head within inches of his own. His masculine scent envelopes me, wrapping me in a cocoon of desire. His lips cover mine. His lips part, my tongue takes advantage and I hear him groan. Feel him groan. He crushes me to him with his strong arms.

  He tastes me, first with his tongue, then with his whole mouth, until not only do I kiss him back, but I give as good and I am getting. I devour him. My mouth against his, my hands plowing through his hair using the soft strands as a handle as I buck my hips urgently trying to ease the hot, heavy ache pooling between my legs.

  I buck against him, searching for fulfillment. I feel him grow and swell against my damp heat. I need more. This isn’t working. I sit up, fitting my pussy against him, I groan as I grind into his engorged cock, and reach for the hem of my T-shirt. I pull it off and toss it.

  “Sweet heaven,” he mutters. My bare body covered only by a scrap of panties, my rounded breasts thrusts in his face.

  He brackets my hips in his palms and looks up at me. His blue eyes glazed with passion stare into mine.

  “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  “Good.”

  His eyes darken even further. Easing the bit of silk down my legs, I catch my breath in anticipation.

  Maneuvering out of his current position, he sits upright against the couch, forcing me to move and balance on my knees before him.

  His fingers slip from my hips to my thighs. I gasp aloud, my eyelids open wide.

  “Don’t move.”

  He parts my legs with his hand, sliding his fingers down my slit to tease me with the drag of his finger before dipping his head to taste my warm, waiting flesh.

  My knees buckle and my body sways. “Oh, God.”

  He somehow switches our positions and lowers me onto the couch. In my wildest fantasy—and since meeting Brant I’d had plenty—I have never dreamed it could be like this.

  The skin on my thighs tingles, chafed from where his whiskers had rubbed my flesh. My muscles quiver, seeking more of the exquisite sensations. His mouth works its way up my inner thigh, the rasp of male whiskers has my body jerking upward, nearly taking me off the seat.

  “Easy, baby,” he spoke in a husky voice, letting his tongue soothe the chafed surface on my thighs.

  “Easy for you to…” my words end abruptly as he lowers his head and his mouth covers my pussy. Shutting my eyes I practically faint as I fall back on the couch. Waves of pleasure course over me each time his agile tongue darts in and out of my pulsing flesh. Need curls in my muscles and my stomach contracts, arching my back, silently reaching higher as he spears his tongue deep. “Brant?”

  He meets my gaze, the desire I see in his eyes shakes me to the core. He shocks me again by placing his palm over the juncture of my thighs and rocking gently with the heel of his hand. I moan at his assault, trembling as the incredible pressure inside me continues. With each upward thrust of his hand, with each jerk of my hips, his eyes darken even more. The need to come is all-consuming as pleasure rolls through me. I want to wait, I want him inside me, I want…to scream…and I do, as I tumble over the peak of the most spectacular orgasm I’ve ever had. My body pulses and pounds long after I crumple to the couch, panting heavily.

  He stands and scoops me into his arms and takes me to the bedroom, dropping me on the bed before ripping off his clothes.

  He joins me on the bed where I welcome him with open arms.

  He rolls me onto my back and straddles me, catching my hands above my head with one hand.

  As I stare into his dark eyes, desire strikes me again. Hard. His breathing is labored, as if he’s been the one who’d just…I shake my head to dislodge the memory of having his hands on my body, his eyes watch me as I come. But the image stays.

  “Brant,” I moan as he plumps both of my breasts together in his big hands and fucks himself between my two soft mounds of flesh. The feel of his thick cock between my breasts, is most erotic. The sight of the fat head of his cock peeking out with each of his thrusts sends sizzling heat to my clit. I must have grown a little frantic because he leans over with his lips nuzzling the side of my neck as I moan. His hand slips to the juncture of my thighs and I know he finds me wet and wanting. I lift my hips as he eases one finger inside me. A soft moan escapes my lips and another finger joins the first.

  My head falls back against the pillow. My thighs fall wide open.

  He chuckles, a relaxing sound that flows through me.

  Leaning forward, I ease one hand out of his grip and grasp his straining cock in my fingers, running my hand down the length of his erection and back again to the broad head. Stroking his flesh until he groans, his teeth clench tight as his rod pulses against my hand. His erection grows larger in my hand with each stroke. A small drop of pre-come coats my palm making me wet, making me want him inside me. My tongue darts out, moistening my dry lips.

  His groan echoes in the small room. Sweat beads on his forehead

  I smile as he retakes my hand and locks it back with the other one above my head pressing them into the mattress. But he quickly releases my hands to grab for a condom. I immediately pluck the foil packet from his fingers, covering his pulsating cock with one languid stroke, making sure my hands graze and linger longer than strictly necessary, purposefully playful and light. But he raises himself over me, and I realize he isn’t playing anymore.

  I feel a desperate moan escape my lips. Lifting my hips at the same time he grabs my hips in his hands and enters me with a smooth, easy thrust. He lets out a groan, a deep, masculine grunt of satisfaction that coils my stomach into an even tighter knot. I strain, lifting my hips as far as I can, meeting his thrusting cock. Wildly meeting him stroke for stroke.

  Oh, sweet heaven.

  “Fuck.” Then he surges into me,
fucking me long and hard and I lose myself in the moment.

  Fully impaled by his strong erection, I begin to move, to grind my hips against him.

  As he pumps himself into me, each time harder than the last, my body rises to meet his. The sighs, the moans, the gentle coaxing, that come from my lips. My body feels full and ready to burst, when without warning he slows the pace.

  “Don’t stop,” I whimper.

  “Don’t worry, babe, I’m not.” He speaks in a deep voice. His hands rove over my breasts, cupping and caressing my already hardened nipples, drawing them into tight distended peaks.

  “Oh, Brant.”

  He pulls me upward, so I can feel every hard ridge of his cock, stopping so I am poised at the tip of his erection.

  Bending his head, he opens his mouth over my breast, clamping his lips over my tender nipple and sucks. He nibbles, tastes and soothes, all the while rocking my swollen body against his rigid cock. He holds my hips still and drives into me to the hilt.

  “Oh, God…” I choke on the words just as he lunges into me again.

  As he surges inside me, seeming to grow larger and pulse stronger with each thrust, I don’t need long. He’s pushed me close to the edge already and I don’t have far to go. So as he stiffens, his harsh groan fills my ears, I buck as he rides me hard, his final plunge sends my orgasm slamming through me. Brant comes right after, his cock convulsing, his shout of ecstasy as his sweat slicked body falls against mine.

  My breathing comes in labored gasps and my body trembles as I open my eyes to find the world hasn’t ended.

  “Fuck me…you’re amazing.”

  I laugh. “I bet you say that to all the women you sleep with.”

  He raises an eyebrow in blatant disbelief. A cocky grin spread across his face.

  GHOSTLY ORGASMS