Flirting with Sin (10 page)

With a low hum, she obeyed, dipping her head and taking as much of him as she could manage. Her mouth bumped her fist before she withdrew, loving the drag of his staff on her tongue. She traced the throbbing vein running along the length, circling the hood before suckling the tender spot tucked beneath. Ari’s hold tightened, his curses grew hoarser, rougher. Dirtier. The wild taste of him, the heavy weight of him, the eroticism of his demands…they set her on fire. Her clit pulsed, and one swipe of her finger would undoubtedly set her off, send her over the edge into release. But touching herself would require letting go of his cock, and she couldn’t do it. Not when every stroke and squeeze further unraveled his leash on control.

Flattening her tongue, she swallowed more of him. The head prodded the narrow opening of her throat, and she gagged, the reaction reflexive and immediate. Frustration flared inside her.

“Relax.” He trailed a finger down the front of her neck. “Breathe through your nose and relax.” Closing her eyes, she deliberately loosened the muscles in her throat and exhaled through her nose. He pulled free then slid back in until the tip slipped into the tight channel. She controlled her reflex, allowing him inside.

“That’s good,” he murmured. He repeated the claiming, going deeper with a soft grunt. “God, that’s good. Now keep your mouth stretched wide and hold on to me.”

She took him at his word and grabbed his hips. Held on as he fucked her mouth. He wasn’t gentle. Didn’t take it easy on her. His cock thrust in and out, and she gloried in his passionate, carnal treatment. She was wanted—needed. And she surrendered to his desire…her desire. With every withdrawal, she sucked hard, deeper, worshipping him, hauling graphic praise from him.

“I’m going to come, baby. Fuck,” he growled. “If you don’t want me filling that pretty mouth, pull back.” Her only response was to curl her tongue around the swollen cockhead, and he loosed a hoarse chuckle. “You want me, yeah? Good.”

One slow, slick glide until his rigid flesh filled her mouth. Her throat spasmed around his cock, and he swore. Erupted.

Stream after stream of his salty, yet so-incredibly sweet cum jetted past her tongue as he pumped his cock, giving her everything he had. And she took it all. Wanting every last drop.

“Jesus,” he rasped. “Jesus Christ.” Yanking her to her feet, he pressed his forehead to hers. “I need…” A hard shiver rocked his large frame. He didn’t complete the thought, but hiked her into his arms, palming the backs of her thighs, and carried her to her bedroom.

A moment later, her back bounced off the mattress and her pajama bottoms and underwear were stripped down her legs. Air danced over her wet flesh. God, the amount of moisture coating her folds was indecent. Embarrassed, she brought her thighs together, but Ari was there, his wide shoulders keeping her spread open and exposed for his gaze.

A flush stained his cheekbones. Passion tautened his skin, making his mouth appear fuller. He shifted his attention from her sex to her face, and lust gleamed in his tiger eyes
.

“When I first met you, I wondered if your pussy tasted like your skin. Vanilla and chocolate. Sweet sin. Then I didn’t think I would ever find out. But now?”

His stare remained fixed on her. But his finger—good God, his finger—dipped between her slit and gathered the evidence of her desire. Lashes lowered, he sucked her cream clean. A low rumble reminiscent of a large, hungry cat rolled in his chest. A sensual smile curved his lips. As if he savored the most delicious treat.

“Ari…” She reached for him, but he dodged her and lowered his head.

“Now I’m about to eat you out and I’ll still want more.” One long lick, and she cried out, hips jerking toward his mouth. He groaned. “I’ll never get my fill of this sweet pussy.”

He devoured her.

Greedy licks, hard strokes, teasing flicks. He didn’t leave one inch of her flesh undiscovered. He feasted on her like a starving man, delivering hot, open-mouthed kisses to her folds and clit before sucking the engorged bundle of nerves. His tongue alternated between circling and flicking the nub, shoving her closer and closer to an edge she scrambled from even as she raced toward it.

“Ari,” she pleaded, clutching his head. Her hips surged and jerked, riding his mouth, demanding more. “Please. Goddammit, please…” She was there…almost there.

He thrust two fingers into her sex.

And she exploded.

Her body seized, and pleasure cracked over her, through her. Dimly, her screams permeate the air but, God, she couldn’t stop, couldn’t silence them. With his mouth and fingers, he’d transformed her into a carnal creature she didn’t recognize.

“Be right back.” He planted a burning kiss to her throbbing clit and she flinched, her flesh too sensitive. “Don’t move.”

As if. She could barely breathe, much less lift a muscle.

He disappeared from the room, his jeans loose around his hips. Moments later, he returned, a condom in his hand. With hurried, practiced movements—she refused to dwell on how practiced—he ripped open the foil packet and sheathed himself. After removing his clothes, he climbed on the bed and crouched over her, his bright gaze blazing down into hers.

Silence fell between them.

She stared at him, memorizing every angle, curve and feature. The high arch of his dark eyebrows. The beauty of his eyes. The sharp, almost haughty cheekbones. The sexy fullness of his mouth. She saved them all in her mental hard drive to download later after this week had ended and she returned to the “real world.” A world without Ari except for glimpses of him on television, the computer and magazine covers at the grocery store.

Sweeping a caress over the piercing in his eyebrow and lip, she raised her head and brushed a gentle kiss across his mouth. He opened for her, licking inside and thrusting deep for a connection surpassing skin and bone. She’d been afraid having sex with him would be her downfall. How laughable. And delusional. From the moment she’d held him as he clung to her, drunk and grieving over a dead woman, she’d started her slippery slide toward love.

A sense of the inevitable settled in her heart, along with fear and a resigned acceptance. She couldn’t turn back now. Didn’t want to. If this moment was all she would have of him, then she would grab hold and treasure this time for all it’s worth. The eventual pain…well, she’d deal with it. She had no choice.

“Please,” she whispered against his mouth. “I need you inside me.” Rocking her hips, she ground her sex against his cock. Need writhed inside her, growing more frantic and fierce with each passing second.

His hooded gaze remained fixed on her as his cockhead nudged her folds. He pressed forward, penetrating her. Stretching her with a delicious burn. Filling her with his thick, long cock. Feminine apprehension fluttered inside her belly as he kept forging forward, driving more and more of himself inside her. Still, she’d never been so branded. So…complete.

He groaned, the tendons in his neck and arms straining in stark relief. “Damn, you’re tight. Like a fucking fist. Just a little more, baby.” He glanced down between them where the last few inches and fattest part of his dick yet remained to be sheathed inside her. “You can take me.”

Whimpering, she planted her feet on the mattress and tilted her hips. With a tortured growl, he plunged deeper, dragging a scream from her throat at the pleasure-pain of his full possession.

“That’s it.” He held still above her, the effort of not moving evident in the rasp of his voice, the golden skin pulled taut across his cheekbones, and the glitter in his narrowed eyes. “Goddamn, I knew it would be this good. So wet. Hot. You’re fucking burning me alive, baby.”

He took her mouth and kissed her for several long moments. The stings of pain and discomfort faded under the onslaught of his lips and tongue and the pleasure swamping her. Her muscles rippled around his length, adjusting to the intrusion. She shifted restlessly beneath him, silently pleading for him to move, to
fuck
.

As if hearing her unspoken plea, he withdrew until only the tip of him remained inside then thrust, burying his entire length inside her. She cried out, scratching his sweat-dampened back, hooking her ankles above his clenching ass. He rode her hard, not conceding her any mercy. An erotic soundtrack encompassed the room. Loud slaps of skin against skin. The suction of wet flesh. His moans and harsh curses, her keening whimpers.

The orgasm slammed into her like a pile driver. Ecstasy tore through her, stealing her breath so she couldn’t even manage a scream. She convulsed in Ari’s arms, darkness already engulfing her in waves. Her last thought as he stiffened above her and she dove into the abyss was, he’d ruined her.

She’d never be the same.

And she didn’t want to be.

“I
t was you, wasn’t it?” Ari murmured.

Neveah’s long hair, tangled from his hands pulling and twisting it, stroked his chest as she tilted her head back. Her brown eyes appeared black and luminescent in the shadows of the room. Those same eyes had glazed with need and pleasure about an hour earlier. His body still hummed with remnants of the searing orgasm responsible for rocking him to his core.

He’d had sex before. Lots of it.

Bad sex. Good sex. Head-banging sex.

But what he’d shared with Neveah… That hadn’t been sex. He didn’t know what the hell to call it. Mind-blowing. Soul-shattering. Fucking cataclysmic. Being inside her two-sizes-too-small-and-perfect pussy defied description.

So had the sense of welcome, of comfort and safety when she’d closed her arms around him as he’d driven in and out of her body. The wonder and security had knocked him on his ass even as it’d been familiar.

“The first night here. You held me out in the living room.”

She nodded. Her fingers opened and closed on his shoulder. “You were hurting,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to intrude, but I—” She curved a hand around his neck, her thumb sweeping over his pulse at the base. “I couldn’t leave you.”

Her generosity cut him off at the knees. Just unmanned him.

Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips to the top of her head. Her vanilla and chocolate scent mingled with the musk created from their love-making.

Love-making
. Part of him instinctively balked at labeling it anything other than sex or fucking. But once the word ghosted across his brain, he couldn’t purge it.

He’d only made love with one woman—Caro.

Or he had until this night.

“I’ve loved one woman.” And from there he poured out the story of how he and Caro had met. How she’d come to mean so much to him at the loneliest and angriest times of his life. How they’d been an inseparable team until the cracks had started to slowly fracture them…

“Darius, Oliver and Liam—they dove headfirst into our new rock star lifestyle. Partying, money, pussy and more pussy. I stayed true to Caro, though.” He hadn’t wanted anyone else, but her. No other woman could compare. Yet, his devotion hadn’t been enough. “But, after six years together, she’d changed. Became more and more unhappy with the constant time apart, the always present and grasping women who only cared about fucking a band member. Especially the lead singer.” He stared at the ceiling, unblinking. “The music I loved, she started to despise. She dreamed of a home, family, a husband who walked in the door every night at six for dinner. The things I couldn’t give her. Maybe someday, but not then. Caro hadn’t wanted ‘someday.’ She’d wanted her image of her future ‘now.’”

He hadn’t talked about his past in three years. But, it seemed as if once he’d started, he couldn’t plug the dam back up. Neveah remained quiet, her presence like a warm, soothing blanket. And, like Linus, he clung to her.

“The night three years ago began with a sold out New York concert. I’d flown her in for the show and it was one of our best. Even my father couldn’t complain—which is a minor miracle. But, afterward, Caro was waiting for me, frustrated, miserable…angry. She demanded I choose. Her or the band. She said she could no longer compete or come in second. We argued. God, it was awful. Bitter. Loud. We said things…hurtful things before she stormed out and I let her go.” He swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut. “It was the last time I saw her alive.”

“Ari,” Neveah breathed. He felt, rather than saw, her straddle him and lower her chest to his, her arms bracketing either side of his head. Her hair brushed his shoulders, grazed his cheek. “If this hurts you…”

Hurt him? Yeah. But in the way a snapped bone would have to be further broken in order to be reset and so it could mend. He’d carried this suffocating burden of guilt and shame around for so long, only lancing the wound and reliving the pain might heal it.

His gaze remained focused on the ceiling. “Hours later, Joseph called me at the club we’d all gone to for an after party to tell me Caro had been in an accident. A long-haul truck driver had fallen asleep at the wheel and plowed into her car. He walked away with only a mild concussion. But Caro…” He cleared his throat of the fist-sized knot of emotion clogging his windpipe. “But Caro was killed instantly.” He blinked. Blinked again. But the stinging behind his eyes wouldn’t ease. “It was my fault she ran out into the night. Because I couldn’t offer her what she needed. Because I was so wrapped up in my drive, my future and my music to compromise. Because I didn’t go after her.”