Page 102 of I Was Born Ruined (Death by Daybreak MC 1)
I need him sweaty and sated and off-guard, that's what I need.
My life literally depends on how I fuck right now.
Reaching down with my free left hand, I start to wiggle out of my panties, and Sin makes this sound of frustration, like I'm getting in his way. With careless ease, he tears the thin silk off of me and lets the lacy remnants fall to my ankles. His fingers seek me out, teasing my core as I swipe my thumb over the head of his shaft, paying special attention to the slit, working it in time with his groans.
“Shit, I'm an idiot,” he curses against my mouth, sliding one and then two fingers inside of me. “Your dad is going to kill me if he finds out.”
“Better hurry then, and nobody has to know,” I whisper, my left hand finding the pocket on his vest and pulling out his keys. I time that move with a swirl of my thumb around the base of his head, working pre-ejac from his cock to use as lube.
Got it! The keys come into my palm like a magic trick, and I chuck them aside, right into the thick green fronds of a fern. I cover up the sound with a moan that's not entirely false. No, Sin's fingers feel good, his dick hot and heavy in my hand, and his mouth … it's a storm of wild heat that I want to drown in. I'd stand stone-still in the pouring rain and open my mouth to the showers, let the lightning come down and destroy me.
Releasing Sin's cock, I push at his jeans until he pauses the delicious curling motion of his fingers, shoving the denim down his own hips and lifting me up like I weigh nothing. A pleased and slightly surprised sound escapes me as he grinds his hips into me, moving my clit with the head of his dick.
“Need a condom,” Sin mumbles, but when he goes to reach for his pocket, I panic, realizing that he might figure out his keys are missing. Grabbing his chin with my hand, I dig my black-painted fingernails into his flesh and kiss him so hard that it takes my own breath away.
“On the pill,” is my response, and even though I know there are risks, my life's on the line here. And well … maybe I'm just a hedonistic little lush, and this is what I want?
No hesitation on Sin's part. Now that he's got the green light, he cups my ass in a tight grip and lets me deal with guiding him to my opening. Our eyes meet just before he thrusts up and in, hard and fast. pinning me against the cabin door with a cry.
My arms curl around his neck as his hips slam into my aching body over and over and over again. The door rattles in the jamb, and I just know that Grey can hear us. Doesn't matter though. Even a thought as sobering as that does nothing to cool the fire in my veins. No, it's an all-consuming rage, a forest fire destroying lives, just like the one that killed the forests the day of my sisters' funeral.
Pain, heat, ash, and flame.
That's all I am right now, just a bundle of wild, throbbing nerves.
Burying my face in Sin's neck, I let myself fall into the pleasure, tumbling into that shit like Alice down the rabbit-hole, into another world, into a broken, dirty world of leather and blood and bikes and bullshit.
“Oh shit, Gidge,” Sin moans, as I wrap my legs tighter around him, my hips working just as fast and hard as his, pleasure spinning through me from both my clit and my cunt. “I'm gonna come.”
“Do it,” I growl, digging my nails into the back of his head, throwing my own back so that it hits the wood of the door. “Now. I want it, all of it.” Sin makes a dark little masculine sound of pleasure and thrusts even harder, burying every inch of himself inside of me.
I've always been good at controlling my own pleasure, and this is no different, the signs of an orgasm prickling at the edges of my vision. It'd be so easy to give in and let myself go boneless with pleasure. No. I won't come. Unlike Sin, I need my wits about me.
My pussy clamps around him, pulsing in pleasure, and I feel this evil grin spread across my mouth as he groans, losing himself inside of me, his cum hot and liquid as it fills me and drips down my inner thighs.
There's a long moment there where we stay together, bodies locked, hearts pounding against one another.
But then he's sliding out of me and stepping back, steadying me on my feet before he lets go and backs up several steps, almost like he's scared of me. Well, maybe he would be if he weren't so pissed. That anger's lit up his eyes again, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't know what to do with himself.
