But then I heard it—the slick, wet sound of lube, and my heart dropped into my stomach.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I growled, grabbing his wrist mid-stroke. He froze, caught red-handed—literally. “That’s my job, sweetheart.”
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, my cock falling from his mouth with a filthy pop, spit and precum webbing between us.
“Fuck indeed… on your back. Right. The fuck. Now.”
Sin scrambled over me, desperate, his cock slapping against his stomach, already weeping for attention. The head brushed mine, and I hissed, gripping him tight to stave off my own orgasm.
“All fours,” I ordered. He obeyed instantly, bracing on his elbows, the line of his back curving like something sacred.
I dragged my mouth along his spine, kissing every tattoo like a prayer, until I reached the dips just above his ass. I licked and sucked on them until his skin pebbled.
“Please,” he begged, voice wrecked, eyes wild as he looked back at me. There was no fear. Only need. Devotion. Madness.
I palmed his ass, spreading him open, and bit down—hard on the sweat-slicked skin. He jolted, cried out, and I soothed the pain with my tongue, lapping at the mark I left behind.
“You should get this tattooed right here,” I murmured, my voice like gravel.
He laughed—a ragged, broken sound. “T-tomorrow. Just fuck me now.”
I licked my way up from his taint, over his entrance to the small of his back, ravenous. His taste coated my tongue, musky and male and pure Sin. I sucked his hole like I was trying to kiss his soul, tongue spearing deep until he cried out and reached back to grab my hair, pulling me into him. I let him. Let him bury me there, let him smother me with the scent and heat of him.
Only when his thighs were shaking and his voice cracked with pleading did I reach for the lube, slicking my fingers and sliding one in without warning. He gasped, his head dropping on the mattress.
“Yes,” he whispered, hips rocking. “More. I want more.”
I gave it to him. Two fingers, then three, stretching him open as he rocked back into my hand like he was starving for it. His body trembled, greedy for everything I had.
“You’re perfect like this,” I said, my voice breaking. “Open for me. Needy for me.”
He sobbed when I slicked up my cock and lined up at his entrance, his whole body going still like prey sensing the moment before the kill.
“Give me all of it,” he said. “Hard. Soft. Fast. Slow. Just give me you.”
I pushed in, inch by inch, watching his hole stretch around me, tight and scorching hot. The air left my lungs in a punch as I bottomed out, our hips flush.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” I choked. “You feel—fuck—you feel like everything I’ve ever needed.” My head fell back on my shoulders, my breath coming in sharp pants, the incredibly tight heat of his ass short wiring my brain.
“So good. So.. full,” he moaned beneath me, pushing back, greedy for more. Chasing my cock every time it retreated like he was as desperate for me as I was for him.
One hand braced on the small of his back, the other gripped his hip hard enough to bruise, and I started to move—hard, deliberate thrusts that had his back arching and his mouth falling open in silent cries. His walls clung to me, trying to pull me deeper, and I gave him everything he asked for.
“Harder,” he gasped, his voice breaking on the edge of a scream.
I slammed into him, again and again, skin slapping skin, sweat dripping down my spine. The sound of it echoed off the walls—wet, obscene, desperate. His body welcomed me like it had been made for me.
By the time I pulled out, my balls were tight and aching, my cock shining with lube and his slick. “On your back, sweetheart. I want to look into your eyes when I fill you up.” Sin’s eyes fluttered closed at my filthy words. “And when I’m done I’ll plug you up with my fingers, so I can stay inside you.”
“Yess. That. I want that.”
Sin obeyed, legs spread wide, hole pink and glistening. I slid back into him with a groan, slow and reverent now, my heart thudding against my ribs.
He cried out, overwhelmed, tears spilling down his cheeks as I fucked him through it. I grabbed his hips, tilted him higher, angling my thrusts until I hit that spot inside him that made his toes curl and his mouth fall open in a wordless scream.
His hand drifted toward his cock, but I slapped it away.
“No hands,” I growled. “You come on my cock, or you don’t come at all.” His eyes rolled back, fingers clawing at the sheets. “Come for me,” I said, wrapping my hand around his throat. “Give it to me.”
