Sin: A Dark & Dirty MC Romance (Satan's Sinners Book 3) Page 3

  And fuck, if I wasn’t enough of a gentleman to give them exactly what they wanted.

  Tiff?

  She didn’t know what she wanted.

  The only thing she knew was that it involved me.

  She wanted me.

  And I wanted her.

  So I dipped my head and rolled my tongue around her bra-clad nipple, sucking on it through the thin lace. It wasn’t the most supportive of her tits, and they rolled to the side some, but fuck, they were juicy.

  I squished them together, thought about burrowing my dick between them, and almost had my eyes rolling into the back of my head at just the idea.

  Nipping the hard peak, I tongued her some more until she was squirming beneath me.

  Then I let my mouth drop lower, shuffling back on my knees so I could kiss her belly.

  I glided my nose down her center, along her covered cunt, and scented her arousal.

  Fuck, she smelled delicious. Like honey and heaven and hell rolled into one juicy morsel.

  My mouth watering, I pulled back so I was kneeling between her legs.

  “Take off your clothes,” I rasped.

  “Take off yours,” she countered, making me grin.

  “You want to see the goods first?”

  Resenting that the sun had begun to set, casting long shadows over the already shaded part of the yard where we were lying, I wished I could see her face at that, but she just sniffed. “Can’t see anything in the dark.”

  “No, I like it like that.”

  I sensed her confusion. “I thought you’d be into visuals.”

  “Sometimes I am. Sometimes I’m not. Tonight, I’m not. Strip,” I commanded, giving the order and expecting to be obeyed.

  Though she huffed, I heard and felt her move around, but I surprised her by helping her with the task at hand because any distance between us, I soon discovered, was too much. She shivered at the touch of my fingers swiping over her legs, then groaned when I moved them over her belly and tugged her tits out of the thin cups of her bra. When I reached the waistband of her shorts, I nipped along the line, then tugged at it with my teeth. She moaned, then dragged them down herself, and I grinned and began nipping at her panties too, until she released a groan of irritation and did the job for me. Well, as much as she could, considering I was between her thighs.

  Within seconds, fabric whispered against fabric, and when she tossed the bundle at my chest, I grabbed her clothes, sorted between them, and found her panties.

  The thong was tiny, and it scented of her even more. I reached down for my fly, pulled out my cock, and wrapped the scrap around it. Then, I reached for her hand in the gloomy twilight, and dragged it over to my dick.

  A sound escaped her, thick and guttural, delicious enough that that simple noise had me twitching.

  “Fuck,” she rasped, her hand shaping me as she jacked me off. Her words were just as thick, and I knew she was savoring me.

  Knew it, and fucking loved it.

  With a gulp, I tipped my head back as she carried on exploring me, and when the heat of her tongue flickered at the tip? I nearly died and went to heaven.

  Dragging off my cut, I quickly tore off my shirt, and worked around her hands and mouth to unfasten the button of my jeans.

  She helped drag them down to my knees, and when her nails scored down my thighs, rolling around to do the same to the backs? I nearly fucking came. Her tongue flattened around the tip of my dick, and when she began to hum around the glans, I gripped her hair and tugged her back.

  Spit connected us, a thick wave of it, so heavy I felt its weight against my dick, and blindly, I reached down, touching her lip before I swiped my hand through the saliva that bound us. Collecting it on my fingers before I bowed over her and joined our mouths, I stuck my wet hand between her thighs, coating her in both of us, and I found her clit, rolling it between my fingers, rubbing it hard and fast until she shuddered against me.

  The little orgasm had me grinning against her mouth, but it didn’t stop me from fucking her there with my tongue. She panted against me, melting into my hold, never once struggling against the tight grip I had on her hair.

  The more I took, the more she gave, and fuck, it was like poetry.

  She didn’t whine or squeal, she accepted what I wanted her to have.

  And that fucked with my head.

  I speared a finger inside her, testing her readiness. She was tight but molten hot, and ready for me to fuck.

  That didn’t mean I was ready though.

  I let my finger retreat from her heat, then reached up and thumbed her nipple. Her tits were heavy, and the weight in my palm made my cock weep.

  I held her there, explored her curves, then slowly, I rolled her back and released my grip on her hair.

  Grabbing her ankles, I levered her legs up high, bringing her knees to her chest. She didn’t stop me. Not once. When I bowed over her, swiping my tongue along her folds, giving her clit a quick flick, reveling in her taste for just a second, she arched her hips up, wanting more.

  Needing me.

  I thrust into her and flickered the tensile muscle around, getting more of her addictive flavor in me, then I reared up, dragged her wet panties off me, and settled my cock between her parted pussy lips.

  Pressing her ankles higher, so that her thighs stayed between us, I let my weight rest against her. She was mostly restrained, but her arms instantly came around me, her nails digging into my shoulders before she reached down and around, touching me where she could reach.

  “Want you inside me, Sin,” she whimpered, and the words messed me up inside, because damn, there was nowhere else I wanted to be either.

  I sawed my hips back and forth, coating my cock in her cunt juices, then when I was slick, I reached between us and slipped the tip inside her.

  The heat of her had me freezing. Tiff too.

  We both released a breath that was more of a whistle, and when she rasped, “Are you clean? Please tell me you’re clean.” I wasn’t sure whether to be amused or offended.

  “Wouldn’t have touched you if I wasn’t,” I whispered, because there was no time for messing around with this shit.

  “I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone in months.” Her hips arched up slightly. “I’ll get the morning after pill tomorrow. Fuck, please, just put it in.”

  I groaned under my breath, knowing this was stupid, but somehow needing it all the fucking more because of just how hot she was. Just how perfect her cunt felt around me.

  How many brothers had been trapped this way?

  I could ride with her to the pharmacy, make sure she swallowed the fucking pill.

  Indecision warred with need, and dumb fuck that I was, I let need win.

  When I slid into her?

  The first pussy I’d ever slid into without a condom?

  It was like a fucking revelation.

  Nothing beat going in bareback.

  Nothing.

  Her cunt was tight, hotter than lava, and sucking me down into the heart of her.

  Perfection.

  Absolute perfection.

  When my entire dick was cosseted in her pussy, I settled my weight on top of her, just savoring the experience.

  It was how sex should be.

  Real and raw.

  Fucking flawless.

  But when I didn’t move, that had her fidgeting all the more. She squirmed beneath me, her nails digging into my back and hips, at my waist. I let her, loving the feel of her writhing around. Then she moaned, “Fuck, Sin. Please!”

  Who was I to argue?

  I gave her what she asked for, even if she didn’t know what that was exactly. I did.

  She wanted me.

  And fuck, I knew I wanted her.

  That night at the clubhouse, that party? She’d been the only bitch who’d caught my attention all evening.

  Sitting there, prim and prissy, while the debauchery went on around her, touching her but not contaminating her?

  I wa
nted that.

  I wanted her.

  And because what I wanted, I usually defiled, I did what I normally did.

  I took.

  I fucked her hard, fast, and wet. I gave her what she asked for and took for myself.

  She screamed with every drag of my cock out of her, and as I thrust in to the hilt, I bounced off her. I fucked her fast, and her cunt clamped down around me, trying to hold me inside, trying to keep me hostage.

  I’d never wanted to be captured more than I had at that moment.

  I didn’t stop until we both roared our release to the world, and even then, I didn’t stop pumping my hips, needing to feel every twitch of her cunt around me as I drowned in the sheer wonder of fucking without a condom.

  When I finally came down, I pulled back, not enough to pull out, but I grabbed her legs and dragged them around my hips. Then, I settled my weight on her some more, using that to keep my dick inside her as I slumped atop her body.

  When her arms came around me again?

  I didn’t know what the fuck this was, but I knew I didn’t want to move.

  Not ever.

  Not even in a million years.

  Tiffany

  Six weeks later

  With the big shades on, the scarf, and topped by the helmet, I didn’t look like me.

  And I was glad for that as I strode into the pharmacy, marching the walk of shame as I muttered, “Morning after pill, please.”

  When the old bitch behind the counter glowered at me, but fulfilled my request after insisting I remove the helmet, I longed for the days of anonymity that came with living in the city.

  New York was wonderful in times like these. Pharmacy clerks didn’t give a fuck if you bought a million condoms as well as a million carrots to stuff inside them, so long as your credit card was working, you didn’t give them any shit, oh, and you didn’t stick a gun in their face while you did it.

  Here?

  I felt like every purchase you made was being judged by a clerk.

  It pissed me off, but not enough to drive fifty minutes into the city to grab the morning after pill when I could get it here.

  Sue me, I was lazy.

  And I knew Sin had work to do, so riding on his bike wasn’t something I did often, and this was my excuse to ride bitch as he so charmingly phrased it.

  The second the old cow gave me the bag once my payment was verified, I retrieved it from the paper, gave her a false smile, and said, “Let’s save the earth, no?” before shoving the bag back in her face.

  As I walked out of the store, I unpacked the pill, tossed the trash in a can by the door, and, making sure Sin was watching, I popped it in my mouth.

  The first time this had happened six weeks ago, he’d bought the pill himself, and had practically watched me gulp the thing down. Hell, he’d been more intent than when I sucked him off. You’d think I was deep throating the pill for all the focus he gave me.

  But I got it.

  I did.

  He didn’t trust me then.

  Now?

  Different matter entirely.

  After that first pill, I’d sworn never to do it again. I’d felt like death warmed over, but here I was, another mistake notched up, and I felt bad. So fucking bad. This wasn’t why the pill existed, and I needed to make better choices.

  Of course, it wasn’t just on me.

  When I settled on the back of his bike, my legs clinging to the sides of his, my body molding against his, I sighed, loving the freedom that came with riding bitch.

  I sometimes wasn’t all that easy with showing public displays of affection, even if we were at home. It wasn’t something that came naturally to me, to be honest. Why sit holding someone’s hand when you were watching a movie when you could sprawl across the sofa in comfort? My brain wasn’t wired to be clingy. But riding bitch? I either clung, or I’d be tossed off the bike and be left on the highway—I liked those odds.

  The second my arms were around his waist, my head on his shoulder, he kicked the ignition. The throb that lit me up from the inside out made me want to fling my head back and holler.

  But that’d draw attention to us.

  I didn’t need that right now.

  So I contained it with difficulty, then twisted my head down when, as we drove down Main Street, I saw Lily walking into the new diner.

  I wasn’t sure if Sin noticed, but I hoped he didn’t. We’d been keeping things on the downlow since that first night, but we were spending more and more time together at his place.

  Because I didn’t work, I usually waited for him at his home, to which he’d given me a frickin’ key.

  Crazy that I had the key to his house, right?

  It kinda messed with my head. That meant something, didn’t it?

  I knew Sin wasn’t the kind of guy who trusted easily, but he trusted me with his home.

  Even while that made me feel all squirmy inside, it also made me nervous. And happy. A little, befuddling cocktail that I’d swallowed down with a load of cum the night before.

  Just thinking about what we’d done last night made every part of me twitchy.

  Damn.

  What he could do with his dick should be illegal.

  I’d even hazard a guess and say that it was.

  Entirely.

  In some prudish states, that is.

  Just remembering him sliding into my butt was enough to make my eyes cross. It was why we were here. He’d torn two condoms getting into my ass, and with the third, the last in the pack, we had a winner. But that had screwed us over for when he’d fucked me after. Boy, was it worth it.

  I’d never had anal sex before, but fuck, I wanted to break all the boundaries with Sin. Break all my inbuilt rules, and he made it so goddamn fun.

  It was like... God, it was stupid, I knew, but because I couldn’t give him all of me, I wanted to give him access to every part of my body.

  Just not my heart.

  Because in that way lay danger.

  I mean, I was already in danger, so I didn’t need him tugging at my heartstrings too.

  Something about him got to me.

  What started off as a hookup turned into friendly booty calls, turned into us spending his free time at his house, chilling out, sometimes in the yard, sometimes watching TV. Him grilling outside, me watching and shooting the shit with him after I’d made a simple potato salad—he wasn’t to know my housekeeper had made it, and I wasn’t about to tell him. He bought a double wide hammock that we enjoyed together—don’t have sex in hammocks, kids. Don’t. Do. It. Then he gave me his key so I could wait there for him after he pulled a long shift at work.

  I knew something was happening. His shifts had changed, and he never told me exactly what he did anyway. I mean, I didn’t really want to know, considering he was a biker, and I’d Googled the Sinners. I knew they were one-percenters, which meant they did all the bad stuff. But Sin wasn’t bad. Even though his name kind of implied it.

  Lately, he’d been gone for longer periods of time, and when he got back, his eyes were gritty—I’d even watched him put eyedrops in.

  That, to me, was so crazy intimate that I still couldn’t get over it.

  Watching a man in the hall light, opposite the vanity in the bathroom, tipping his head back to put in drops? It felt pretty much like I was watching my man, not just a man.

  I squeezed him around the waist, and his hand came to my thigh. He loosely gripped it with a casual possessiveness that both thrilled me and unnerved me as we drove down the back roads toward his property.

  We were at the top end of the town line when we were at his place, and I loved how much open space he had.

  My yard was bigger, my house better, but somehow, I preferred his.

  With its wild yard that he had a guy called ‘Green-Fingered Gary’ fix—I’d met him one day—which was so beautifully done it was like wandering into the woods, I’d fallen for it, him, and the house itself. Though simple, plain, even, it was clean and just beaut
iful with some vintage touches that came from an old property.

  It was from the forties, at least, and the floors were from that era. The kitchen he’d had restored so the cabinets, which were detailed, had been returned to their former glory. He’d put in a marble counter, replacing what he’d told me had been scarred Formica, but that and new appliances made the room inviting, which was fitting as the living room opened up into the kitchen.

  His bedroom was empty except for a bed, a rug, and two nightstands with simple lamps on them, and I loved that too. I liked how little fuss there was anywhere. It was the opposite of my place, where antiques rubbed shoulders with works of art to expose just how rich we were to anyone who came to visit.

  It made me realize how much of a showplace Mom had made the house rather than a home, and while I was grateful for what we had, I appreciated the simple things at Sin’s more.

  When we slowed down on the drive up, he tapped something on his hog, and as we rolled down the hill toward the house, the gates to the drive slowly opened.

  Only when they were closed again, at my back, did I truly relax.

  This house?

  With this man?

  It felt like the only place I could be myself.

  It was making me question who I was.

  Rich kid. Spoiled. College dropout.

  I was living at home permanently because I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life after making a mess of a delicate situation in college. I currently spent my days with Sin, waiting on Lily to go and have another pedicure, or…fuck, that was pretty much it. Talk about wasting myself.

  When he parked, I jumped off the bike and dragged the helmet off my head, eager to escape such thoughts. Tugging off the scarf, I let my hair flow behind me, all while he sorted out the bike and got to his feet.

  I didn’t bother to wait for him, just headed for the house.

  Unlocking the door, I trailed into the kitchen where I started some coffee.

  I needed it.

  It had been a helluva morning thus far.

  When I opened the fridge to grab the bag of stuff I brought with me, I felt him enter the kitchen and wasn’t surprised when he tugged me into him from behind.