I snorted. “Of course, I’m not straight—I’m as crooked as a politician’s smile.” My humor danced on the edge of recklessness. “And yes, I’m grieving. Hence, grief sex. Can’t you help me forget? Just for tonight?”
Matt’s sigh was one part frustration and two parts reluctant affection. He looked like a man who’d been asked to solve world hunger with a can opener.
“Fine,” I huffed when he didn’t immediately pounce on the offer. “If you won’t have sex with me, then I’ll just have to seduce you.”
With that bold claim hanging in the steamy air, I leaned in and captured his lips with mine. It wasn’t the gentle peck of a bashful first date; it was all Andy Donovan—a full-throttle kiss with enough heat to boil the bathwater.
He leaned back against the bathtub, surrendering control but not quite conceding defeat. I attacked with a fervor that was half passion, half desperation, my lips moving hungrily against his. His lips were surprisingly soft for a man carved from stone, and they moved against mine with a mix of hesitation and something that felt suspiciously like hunger. My hands crept up into his hair—gold-brown strands slipping through my fingers like threads of silk—and pulled him closer.
His taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of mint and something uniquely Matt. I teased his lower lip with my tongue, coaxing, demanding entry. A low groan rumbled from his chest—a sound that shot straight through me like an electric current—and his lips parted just enough for me to slip inside.
I wasted no time. My tongue plunged into his mouth, seeking out his own with an eagerness that bordered on frantic. Fora heartbeat, he clamped down, trapping my tongue in a vise of warm, wet pressure. But then he relented, and our tongues intertwined in a passionate dance.
I reveled in the taste of him, each stroke of my tongue against his sending ripples of pleasure through my body. My hands were everywhere—tracing the hard lines of his chiseled chest, caressing the defined ridges of his abs. His skin was slick and warm under my fingertips, muscles tensing and flexing with every touch.
I couldn’t help myself; I ground my hips against him, feeling the friction ignite sparks of pleasure low in my belly. My ass pressed against him teasingly as I moved, eliciting another groan from deep within him. The sound sent shivers down my spine and made me press even closer.
When I finally released his lips, he was breathing heavily, each exhale a soft groan that only fueled my desire. I didn’t waste a second; my mouth moved down to his chest, licking and tasting the water-slicked skin as I went.
His nipple was a dark pebble against the golden expanse of his chest, and I took it into my mouth without hesitation. My tongue swirled around it before I sucked gently, then harder, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Matt.
My hand had a mind of its own—sliding down his torso until it found what it sought. His cock was hard and hot under my palm, throbbing with each beat of his heart. I wrapped my fingers around it and began to stroke slowly, savoring the feel of him.
His moans grew louder as I continued to tease and toy with his nipple while fondling him below. I could feel myself getting more turned on by the second; the heat between us was almost unbearable but oh so deliciously addictive.
Suddenly, Matt growled—a low, primal sound that sent shivers racing down my spine. It was as if he’d reached hisbreaking point, unable to restrain himself any longer. Before I could blink, he drew me in closer, our bodies pressing together in a deliciously tight embrace. His lips claimed mine with a ferocity that stole my breath away.
His kiss was a force of nature—hungry, demanding, and utterly consuming. Matt’s tongue invaded my mouth with an unyielding urgency, exploring every inch as if staking his claim. My head spun from the intensity of it all, but damn if I didn’t love every second. I felt like I’d won some twisted game of seduction, reveling in the way he devoured me.
I moaned into his mouth, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that bubbled up from deep within me. His hands roamed my body with a possessive hunger, tracing the curve of my spine, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When one hand finally cupped my ass and squeezed hard enough to leave bruises, I gasped against his lips.
Matt took full advantage of my open mouth, deepening the kiss until I was drowning in him. He toyed with me—teasing and taunting—his fingers slipping between the cheeks of my ass and finding their way inside. The intrusion was unexpected, and I gasped against his lips—a breathless sound that was half shock and all pleasure.
I broke the kiss momentarily to catch my breath, but Matt wasn’t having any of it. He pulled me back in, his lips slanting over mine with renewed fervor. His fingers worked their magic below, making me writhe against him in helpless ecstasy.
My hips moved of their own accord, grinding against him as our cocks rubbed together through the water-slicked friction. The sensation was maddeningly exquisite—delicious torture that had me chasing the edge of something monumental.
When Matt finally released my lips, I was panting heavily, my chest heaving as I tried to regain some semblance of control.He chuckled—a dark, amused sound that made my already weak knees threaten to buckle.
“You’re one hell of a naughty kitten,” he murmured against my ear, his voice thick with both annoyance and admiration.
I grinned wickedly at him, knowing full well how much he enjoyed it despite himself. “You wouldn’t have it any other way,” I shot back. “Just fuck me already,” I demanded, my voice a breathy mix of impatience and need.
Matt’s lips curled into a smirk, the corner of his mouth lifting in that infuriatingly sexy way he had. “Ladies first,” he drawled, his voice a low rumble.
I huffed, rolling my eyes at his gall. But hell if I wasn’t going to take the lead. With a defiant glint in my eye, I lifted myself up, positioning myself above him. The head of his cock pressed insistently against my entrance, and for a moment, I relished the delicious anticipation.
Then I plunged down, taking him in one swift motion. The moment I felt him inside me, filling me to the brim, a shudder rolled through me—a wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Matt groaned beneath me, a sound that was part growl and all man.
“Always so tight,” he rumbled, his hands gripping my hips with possessive force. “That’s why I like your ass.”
“Damn right,” I shot back, bracing myself against his broad shoulders. “Now shut up and make me see stars.”
I began to move. Up and down, riding him with a fervor that bordered on desperation. Matt matched my rhythm with powerful thrusts that made the water slosh around us, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
The friction between us built into a delicious crescendo. Every thrust sent sparks of ecstasy dancing along my nerves, making my body sing with pleasure. My nails dug into Matt’sshoulders as I clung to him for dear life, loving every second of our frenzied pace.
His hands roamed over my back and ass, squeezing and caressing in time with our movements. The feel of his fingers digging into my flesh only heightened the intensity of the moment. His cock filled me completely, stretching me in ways that left me breathless and aching for more.
