“Cat won’t believe that,” I say, but Sin just shrugs.
“Maybe not, but that’s the story. There’s no proof to the contrary anyway.”
I narrow my eyes on him and turn away, casting a disparaging look over my shoulder.
“You sure do know how to make a girl wet … and then also dry her up, don’t you?” I turn away and continue on toward Sin’s bedroom, knowing full-well that at least half of that statement was a lie.
Sin follows along behind me—yes, physically as well as metaphorically—and flings his bedroom door closed behind us. Before I can even decide where I’m going to sit or what I’m going to do, he’s wrapping an arm around my waist and pushing the front of my thighs up against the edge of the bed.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said that you and Grey would’ve had a terrible sex life,” he murmurs, and then he pushes me forward and my palms hit the mattress. Sin’s right hand glides back into my pants and those deft fingers of his slide into my soaking wet heat, drawing my own slick out and using it as lube to rub the hardened nub of my clit. “You don’t want someone prim and proper, someone who sits with a straight spine and reads old books that nobody gives a shit about.”
I suck in a sharp breath as Sin’s body envelops mine. He’s leaned over me, his left arm curled around my waist, keeping me pinned tight between him and the bed while his right hand works my aching body into a frenzy.
“I don’t?” I whisper back, struggling to find my voice in the face of unrelenting pleasure. Sin squeezes my clit between two fingers, teasing the hood back and then stroking the bare nerve endings with the tip of another finger. “What do I want, Sin? Tell me.”
“Me.” That’s what he says, the cocky fuck, just before he drives three fingers into me this time, fucking me with his hand as I moan and push my ass against him, craving his cock, wanting him to strip down so I can see that lean, inked body of his, so that I can feel him inside of me and reassure myself that he’s still here. When he shoved me aside to face Gaz on his own, I wondered if that wasn’t going to be the last time we ever laid eyes on one another. “Come for me, Gidge,” he purrs, the melodic quality of his voice nearly driving me to my knees. If he wasn’t holding me so tightly, I might actually have collapsed onto the mattress. “I want you to clamp down hard on my fingers; I want to feel your liquid heat all over my hand.”
I let out this dark, mournful sort of sound, like I’m coming apart on the inside, and with my palms braced on the mattress, I ride Sin’s hand, eking out every last scrap of pleasure that I can get. It feels so good. I know I’m going to come before he even puts his cock in me.
“I have a confession to make,” Sin tells me, his breathing harsh and ragged, almost desperate. But still, he doesn’t replace his hand with his dick. Not yet. “I need to tell you something.”
I’m past the point of caring about whatever it is. I just want more. I bite my lip and work my hips, grinding down against Sin’s knuckles.
“I’m addicted to making girls come,” he whispers against my ear, and I almost laugh. Because, like, what a line. It’s a good one, I’ll admit, but it’s a line, nonetheless.
“You’re nothing but a dirty heathen,” I murmur, my own voice thick with carnal poison. If Sin is an incubus then I’m a succubus, and we’re just two demons who were always meant to fuck. I should’ve just screwed him against the tree at my sisters’ funeral. Because he’s right. I do want him. And he’s also right that Grey never could’ve gotten me off this way. He isn’t gritty and dark and cloaked in leather and ready to brawl. He doesn’t capture chrome stallions between his strong thighs. He doesn’t know me the way these men do, with an intimate knowledge of my life and my history and my family. I need and want all of those things. Desperately.
“Maybe. But it’s true. I like to make girls come, and then I like to shove my cock inside of them while their muscles are clamping and pulsing and squeezing. I love forcing my way in through their pleasure and taking some for myself.”
His words are what do me in, making me shudder and gasp as my body releases all of that coiled tension like a whip, striking me in my core and making me collapse forward. Sin lets me fall toward the bed, removing his hand while I’m still in the process of coming, and yanking my pants over the round curve of my ass.
