Page 92 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
Instead, he takes over where Beast left off, his hands on my knees, moving them aside and making space for himself. His fingers trail along my thighs just before he presses his mouth to the inside of my knee. His lips are soft, but the stubble on his face is hard, a contradiction that my tender flesh very much enjoys.
Crown kisses his way up my inner thigh, his touch gentle but demanding. Spread your legs, it says. Open for me. So I do. Even though I’m not quite sure what the five of us are up to. What Crown really wants. Sin, Grainger. What Beast will allow.
Each kiss is simultaneously a blessing and a curse, like a knife in my flesh, twisting, twisting, twisting. I gather his head to me, and he makes this … this sound, like maybe he’s going through all the same thoughts that I am. His mouth finds my cunt, licking up and over my clit before continuing up toward my belly, my breasts.
He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucks it, and then continues upward, until our mouths are crashing together. My fingers dig into his hair as he yanks me against him. He’s fully clothed, and I’m completely naked, but I like the contrast. I like the whisper of his leather vest against my bare flesh, the rough brush of denim, the softness of his t-shirt.
Crown wraps an arm around my waist and adjusts us so that I’m lying on my back on the sofa with him on top. I can feel the leather of his riding boots with my bare toes, teasing my foot up to his denim-clad calf. He kisses me in that infuriating way of his, the one that’s both disdainful but also full of like, rainbows and shit.
It feels very important to me that we do not talk right now. That no words leave either of our lips. It’ll ruin this careful conversation of our bodies. And lips might lie, but body language does not.
My hands smooth over the back of his vest, feeling all the rockers—aka patches—there. The eclipse image. The words Death by Daybreak. The one-percenter patch.
My heart aches to take it off of him, to put it on, to let him fuck me in it.
When I go to push it off of his shoulders, he allows it, breaking away from me and waiting as I slip it on, feeling the smooth, warm leather over my breasts and back. It’s huge on me, swallowing me up in his perfect scent.
My hands find Crown’s belt in the dark. I can just barely see him with my eyes adjusted to the shadows, but he cuts an impressive figure anyway. A strong figure. A noble one. Worthy. He feels worthy to me.
But … will he let me have him if he can’t have all of me? I can’t tell. I truly don’t have an answer for that, and it scares me. Can I live this life, be a part of the club, and see Crown with another woman? The wife he’s always wanted, his person to talk to, to make babies with.
Ugh.
It would slay me. Splatter my blood over the compound. Destroy me.
I’m greedy. I want them all. Why can’t I have them all? We’re one-percenters. Outside the norm. Society’s fringe. Its shadows. Its poison.
I take his belt off, like I’ve done twice before. That I hope I can do many times over. I take him into my hands, working him up as he stays above me, staring down in the dark. My thumb glides over his tip, smearing pre-cum, slicking him up so that I can pump my fist down his shaft. His body is hot, the sounds that spill from his throat like gems I want to pluck and put in my dragon’s horde of memories. Mine.
I can feel his orgasm creeping up on both of us, threatening to spill his cum across my face and chest. He lets me get him close, so close that I wonder how he’s even holding himself together, and then he pries my hand away and brings it to my mouth, encouraging me to clean his pre-ejac from my palm with my own tongue.
I do it, too, knowing that he’s getting off on the idea. I suck Crown’s fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tips, teasing him until he murmurs a barely audible curse and takes his hand away. He lifts up my right leg, finding my heated core in the dark like he’s drawn to it.
My only regret is that I can’t see his face as he thrusts into me. I can feel him though, the way his entire body stiffens up and shudders, the feel of the cushion beside my head denting as he digs his fingers into it. He exhales sharply, like he’s fighting back the urge to come, and then he just waits there for what has to be several minutes.
