“And you did with Saint, of all people?”
“I do with you,” I admit softly, loving that he hasn’t made me stop touching him yet. “I know you wouldn’t let anyone hurt me, Sinner.”
“Motherfucker.”
Huffing, I shoot a glare toward the back of his head. “What? I don’t understand why any of this is a big deal.”
He flips over so quickly my mouth drops open. How anyone can move that fast after a night of drinking is beyond me. He pounces, flattening me back against the bed, his body hovering over mine. He makes me feel so small, being near him like this, his body heat radiating toward me.
All I can do is remind myself to breathe in this position. I’ve daydreamed of him like this before, and to have him just like this, is enough to make my body tingle with need. I want to touch him everywhere and let him do the same in return.
“You don’t know shit, little girl,” he declares gruffly. Lowering his lips to linger above mine, mimicking his frame, he confesses, “I would be the one to hurt you. I‘d be the one to fuck you until you couldn’t handle it...I almost did, many times. Especially last night when you were fucking adorable, like a needy kitten.”
Sinner’s lips close over mine in a powerful kiss. His tongue dips into my mouth, forceful and full of desire. The weight of his body warms me, as he lowers his body to mine. Gripping my hair in one of his hands, he gives it a powerful tug, causing me to reward him with a moan.
His sturdy hips grind into mine, the perfect amount of pressure creating delicious friction where I’ve been craving him so desperately. He’s more than anything I’d ever imagined, and he’s merely just begun to touch me. A simple taste and yet I’m spiraling, ready to beg for him to never stop.
He kisses me hard, skilled in tormenting his prey. I love it and can barely breathe—my mind and body so frantic having him touching me like this. It’s everything all wrapped up in a few movements of his mouth on mine, the surrendering, the owning, the claiming.
If I wasn’t his before, I am now. I could never not want a man like him. No matter how hard I could ever endeavor, fighting against it…it’s no use. He calls to me like a beacon in the night. I’m meant to belong to him.
He wrenches back barely enough to watch my face as he jerks my hair again, my mouth open as I pant lustfully after his touch. “You yearn for me to touch you, Jude. Your body fucking melts when my tongue traces it, begging me for more. Yet you let Saint have you too. Why?”
“He said you wouldn’t care. He promised you’d like it if I let him.” My gaze shoots to the side, feeling a bit guilty, before admitting the rest. “I-I melted for him too.”
“You think I want another man’s fingers inside your pussy when even I haven’t been there yet?”
His words have me shuddering, just imagining the way he’d feel in my core. “Oh God.” A moan escapes as he bears down against my center. “I want you there.”
My mind races, picturing his fingers inside me over and over making my panties soaked. “I would let you touch me if you wanted to, Sinner…Any time, any place,”I finish breathily.
“Babe, you couldn’t stop me if I wanted to play with your pussy,” he promises, but it’s not needed because I would never stand in his way. He’d be allowing me to live out the fantasies I’ve been having of him for months now.
I’d let him have every piece of me if he wanted. His hand hastily skirts down my side, pausing to rub the juncture between my thighs over my shorts. Sinner’s mouth meets mine again, and I wrap my legs around his waist, praying for him to quench my thirst and go further.
Our kiss is interrupted by loud banging, and then his doors flying open.
“The fuck?” Sinner yells, glancing behind him at the intrusion.
“Brother.” Saint comes in, uninvited. His curious gaze flicking over us, amused. “I thought I heard moaning.” A grin eventually overtakes his mouth as his eyes seek out Sinner’s hand between my legs.
My body warms even more, embarrassed that others could hear me but still thoroughly turned on. Sinner had me so wrapped up in him kissing me and his hands finally headed to where I wanted them that I wasn’t paying any attention to how loud I was being. I wonder if anyone else heard moaning.
“I told you already,” Sinner gripes. “She’s mine. You need to leave.”
“The fuck I do.” His amusement drops, irritation overtaking, “We share bitches, remember? And she’s not only yours.”
“Y-you share them?” I stammer with a gasp from hearing him admit it aloud. Good Lord, no wonder Saint told me that Sinner would approve of it if I let him kiss me. They’re friends, but this is taking it to another level entirely.
He chuckles while Sinner’s body tightens in response, beating him to reply. “Of course we do, baby girl. You either please both your daddies or you get the boot.” He winks playfully, and I gulp.
“Don’t call me that, damn it.” Sinner replies with a growl.
Saint ignores him, closing the door while wearing a triumphant grin. “You ever sucked a cock before, baby? Or two?” he inquires, and I nearly choke, not knowing what to say.
“Saaaint.” Sinner draws the other man’s name out, a warning in his tone.
“What?” He raises his hands. “I’m just asking questions; no harm there, brother.”