Bitter Truth (Hawthorne Vines #1)

He pauses, looking up at me with an arched brow. “Is this a trick?”

I laugh, but it turns to a moan as Wes presses his lips against me, and I feel his tongue stroke through my center. “Oh fuck.”

Watching him is incredibly erotic, the visual mixing with the physical pleasure, and then he grips one of my thighs and lifts to the side, opening me up so his tongue is able to stroke along every ridge and valley.

My head falls back as he slips one finger and then two inside of me, the pressure ratcheting up my response. I grab my breasts and begin tugging on the tips, and it’s only a few seconds later that I feel the warmth pooling below my belly button, letting me know I’m heading toward the peak.

“Wes, I’m almost there,” I tell him, looking back to where he’s still kneeling before me.

“What do you need?” His fingers still pulse gently inside me, and his tongue flutters against my clit.

Instead of answering, I pull away from him, then tug him up off his knees and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my mouth to his. Then I’m pushing him backward as we kiss, my fingers making quick work of his fly.

“Last time, you made me come alone,” I tell him as I reach for his belt. “What I need is for us to come together.”

He tugs his shirt over his head as I push his pants to the floor, but I pause when I see the extensive tattoos covering his skin.

“How did I not know about these?” I ask, roaming my hands along his chest and shoulders, then down his arms.

It’s my first time seeing him shirtless, and I’m almost irritated that I didn’t get to see him like this sooner.

“Long sleeves and chef coats,” he tells me, and then I feel his body shiver at the way I’m lightly tracing my hands over his skin. “Besides, I didn’t want you objectifying me.”

I pin him with an amused look, enjoying the way his smile stretches across his face.

“Okay, I’m joking. Can you please objectify me as often as possible?”

I laugh, but Wes cuts me off by pressing his lips to mine again, and then we’re falling into his bed, our kissing a much more languid affair, our hands moving and touching and stroking anywhere we can.

When Wes’s hands travel between my legs again, I follow, letting my hand reach between his legs and grip on to the thick length of him. He moans into my mouth, then bites my lip just a pinch too hard, the move sending a shot of pleasure through me.

He feels large in my hand, warm, and I can feel the throb of his pulse as I stroke him up and down.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he says, shifting his hips and thrusting into my palm. “Why is everything with you so damn good?”

I twist my hand and his head falls back. His hand stills where he’d been drawing infuriatingly slow circles around my clit.

“I want to taste you when you come,” he tells me, his voice raspy and strained. “Sit on my face.”

I smile, maneuvering my body so I’m straddling him backward. His hands come between my thighs and tug me backward, and his mouth is back on me, his arms wrapping around my hips and holding me there.

I cry out and begin shifting my hips against him, before dropping down and taking his dick deep into my mouth until I feel the tip of him against the back of my throat.

Wes shouts, the wet heat of my mouth surprising him, and then he dives back into my pussy. We’re both ravenous, the joy of giving and receiving pleasure driving each of us forward, our movements beginning to mirror each other.

The warmth at my core begins to build again, and I grip his thighs, moaning as I suck, desperate for him to come when I do.

And when I feel my body tip over the edge, white heat races through me, constricting each muscle in my body. Wes follows seconds later, and I pull off to stroke him through it.

I roll off Wes and collapse on the bed beside him, trying to catch my breath as little tremors still flicker their way through me.

“When we actually have sex, you’re going to kill me,” he says, his words coming out between pants.

I giggle, trying to imagine how anything could possibly be better than what just happened between us.

Wes shifts his body and crawls around so that he’s now sprawled next to me, slipping his arm under my head and tugging me close.

Eventually, we fall asleep like that. Our arms wrapped around each other.