I thrust up slightly and Sin sinks deeper until she’s somehow fully seated on my thick, long cock.
“Oh fuck, you’re so deep. I can feel you in my throat,” Sin mutters.
I’m shuddering, my limbs spasming as I grip the sheets beneath me. “I don’t think I’m gonna last long, Sin.”
She rides me slowly, keeping her eyes locked on mine. “I don’t care. It feels so good to be stuffed full of you, Cal. Thank you for sharing your first time with me.”
I shake my head. My balls are so tight it’s almost painful, but I pant out a response. “It could never be anyone else.”
Micah reaches around to play with Sin’s clit, and I feel her clenching around me. Then he’s kissing a line down her spine and Sin gasps and I can feel her pulsing like she’s trying to squeeze the cum out of my cock.
I only last another couple of seconds and then my balls are growing impossibly tighter and I’m coming. Hard. Thick ropes of cum shoot out of me as then I flood Sin’s channel.
She pulls off me and I’m mesmerized by the sight of my cum dripping out of her, filled with the intense desire to push it right back in, where it belongs.
Sin raises an eyebrow. But rather than being disgusted that I unloaded what looks like months’-long buildup, she grins.
“I guess we better get cleaned up. We’re gonna owe housekeeping a massive tip.”
I press a kiss to her lips and scoop her into my arms, meeting Micah’s eyes over the top of her head.
The look we share says it all.
Yeah, she’s perfect.
AT LEAST WE GET THATmoment of connection and blissful release, because as soon as we leave the bedroom, we’re thrown into chaos.
“How many times do I have to repeat it? If you’re in public, keep your shades on and your dick in your pants.” Jules is in the middle of reaming out Dorian when we step into the suite’s kitchen.
“I didn’t even have my dick out, Jules. Fuck. It wasn’t as bad as the pictures make out.”
“But you admit you had your glasses off in public. You used your powers on your fans, Dorian. I don’t know if you realize how seriously fucked up this situation is.”
He tugs at his hair, letting out a frustrated growl. “There was no choice, Jules. Would you rather we got torn apart? Those fans were rabid last night. Want to see my bruised nips as proof?”
She shudders. “I want you to keep your damn clothes on. Seriously, is that so hard?”
“He didn’t have a choice, Jules,” Sin says, stepping up beside Dorian.
Since she’s beside him, she misses the dopey expression he shoots her. It’s like he’s both shocked and awed by her standing up for him.
I smirk, and he catches my eye, flipping me the bird.
“What the fuck happened to our security last night?” I grunt.
Jules huffs and downs a cup of coffee before pouring herself another one. “Well, you know those pin things Sin gave to all the staff so they wouldn’t be affected by her woo-woo? Apparently, someone in their head office told them they’d dull their reflexes, so the entire security team decided not to wear them without informing anyone. I tracked them down a little while after the gig and half of them hadtheir dicks out while the rest were nowhere to be found.” She shakes her head, downing more coffee like that’s going to help things.
“Who told them it would dull their reflexes?” Iri asks. His tone is sharp, and he’s quietly fuming from his position in the corner of the room.
Jules sighs before reaching out once again to refill her cup, but her hand is shaking so badly, she can barely get the liquid poured without it spilling everywhere.
I shift the cup away from her and pat her hand. “Think you’ve had enough of that.”
She groans, rubbing her eyes. “You’re probably right. What a fucking mess.” She twists to address Iri. “I dunno who told them. It wasn’t any of our guys. Or at least no one’s admitting to it.”
“Not surprising. They’d be out on their asses if they came clean.”
“Now, let’s talk about the articles and those pictures,” Jules says, turning her attention to Sin, who shoots a confused look around.
