Page 32 of Glorious Sinner

He made a rough sound in the back of his throat before licking the seam of my lips. I opened for him eagerly, desperate for more, and his tongue swept inside.

Oh God. I ignited. I clung to him, completely lost, kissing him back with everything I had. My fingers were in his hair, fisting, trying to tug him closer when there was nothing between us. I ground against him, moaning at the feel of his hard cock between my thighs, and sucked his tongue, whimpering into his mouth.

He pulled away with a sound that was almost a snarl and lowered me to the cushions. Tomas stood between my spread thighs, looking down at me with dark fire burning in his eyes. A warning, a promise of what was to come? Whatever was about to happen, I wanted it. I spread my thighs wider and reached for him. “Please,” I whispered, afraid he’d change his mind, try to be noble or something, that he’d deny me and leave me like this.

He dropped to his knees on the carpet between my thighs. “You never need to beg with me, Stephanie, never. All you have to do is ask and it’s yours.”

It was the truth. I knew it, could see it. He’d never leave me wanting in any way.

His gaze didn’t leave mine as he popped the button of my jeans and slid down the zipper. My breath hitched, excitement and anticipation filling me when he gripped the waistband and tugged them and my underwear down my legs, and threw them aside.

His gaze dropped to my bare pussy and he hissed, fingers flexing against my thighs.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted a taste of you? How many times I imagined doing this?” He leaned in and planted a sucking kiss to the inside of my thigh, making me moan and squirm. He moved higher, giving me more of those sucking kisses as his hands slid up the outside of my thighs and burrowed under my ass so he could grip my cheeks.

“How long?” I said, so turned on and dizzy with lust I thought I might die if he didn’t put his mouth on me right now.

His eyes flared, tongue sliding across his bottom lip. “First time I saw you. You were sixteen. You walked into your dad’s workshop, all that red hair down and wild, little cutoff shorts cupping your virgin pussy so fucking nice. I got hard just looking at you.”

My breathing grew ragged, his words setting another pulsing wave of liquid heat between my thighs.

“It wasn’t right, I shouldn’t have even looked at you, but how could I not? When you were like the fucking sun. You brought light and warmth with you, brightening up my dark shitty world. And fuck, Angel, you took it all away, every time you left. So yeah, it was wrong, but I was a fucked-up punk who could only dream of a girl like you.” He tugged me forward and dropped lower, trailing his nose along my thigh. He stilled momentarily when he saw the scar there, then he kissed it gently, his breathing growing even more ragged. His eyes lifted to mine. “So that’s what I did,” he rasped, using his shoulders to spread my legs wider. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you, Stephanie. That never changed, not in all these years.”

His words hit me hard, so hard all I could do was look down at him as shaky breaths rushed from between my lips, my body trembling with need, with emotion.

Then words were impossible, because he freed one of his hands from under me, gently parted my pussy, and buried his face between my thighs on a groan.

I bucked, my fingers delving into his hair, and threw my head back on a needy moan as he licked and sucked, teasing me beyond all reason. I looked down, watching him, the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. His tattooed hand was gripping my thigh; the other holding me up against his mouth. His eyes were closed, dark lashes resting on his cheeks, and the way he licked me was like he couldn’t get enough. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

He sucked my clit, and I cried out. When my fingers tightened on his hair in response and I tugged him closer because all my self-control had left me, he groaned in a rough way that was so erotic I thought I could come from just that sound alone, that it couldn’t get any better.

I was so wrong.

One long, thick finger pushed inside my pussy, and he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. His gaze lifted to me, and a cry burst from my throat. I couldn’t look away. He fucked me with his finger, his hot, dark gaze on me, watching, taking it all in, and I loved it. Then he slipped in a second finger, thrusting deep, rubbing a spot inside that had me gasping for breath and grinding down on his hand, and God, that beautiful mouth.

His lids dropped and his nostrils flared, and I started coming, harder than the night on his desk, harder than I ever had in my life. My thighs shook, my mouth fell open, Tomas’s name tumbling from my lips over and over as I pulsed against his greedy mouth. His fingers still fucked me, not letting up until he’d wrung every last spasm from me, until I collapsed in a heap against the back of the couch.

I felt him carefully withdraw his fingers, then he pressed tender kisses against my inner thigh.

“So fucking beautiful,” he rasped.

I opened my eyes as he stood, and there was no way to miss the huge bulge behind his zipper. I realized I wanted to return the favor, that I wanted to take him in my mouth and suck him until he lost control as well. Honestly, that was a revelation for me. I’d never done that before and enjoyed it. Ryan had made sure of that.

It wasn’t conscious, but just thinking about him must have made me freeze up or something because I was hauled off the couch by Tomas and held tight in his arms.

He cupped the side of my face, looking into my eyes, and shook his head. “Don’t let him in here with us, Angel.”

Then he kissed me, deep and hungry. I could taste myself on his tongue, reminding me of what we’d just done and how good it was, how perfect.

When he lifted his head, I shook mine. “It wasn’t a bad thing…I just, I realized that I wanted to give back to you what you just gave to me, that I wanted to take you in my mouth as well.” I swallowed, my mouth watering for a taste of him. “I guess it took me by surprise.”

His gaze searched mine. “Why is that?”

He still held me in his arms and I loved the way it made me feel. I never wanted him to let me go. I could feel his hard cock against me and it made it hard to think clearly, which was probably why I said more than I should. “Ryan used it as a punishment. It was never really voluntary. It was rough and…” I shook my head. “I never thought I’d ever want to do that again, but…” I smiled unable to hide the bubble of hope inside me that I could move forward, that I wouldn’t let Ryan ruin my future like he had my past. “But I do, I want to, with you.”

Tomas went impossibly still, his expression going from lust filled to hard as hell. “It wasn’t voluntary?” he said in a calm voice that was anything but calm and sent shivers down my spine.

I sucked my lips in and bit down. Shit. Why did I tell him that? “I’m okay,” I said, knowing it for the lie it was, because I would never be okay with what Ryan had done to me while I was with him. I hated him with everything in me.