A Shot of Sin (8 page)

“Tease me and I’ll return the favor tenfold,” he growled, jutting his hips so the head of his shaft bumped her lips.

“That sounds like fun.” She poked out her tongue and lightly lapped the salt of his flesh before retreating.

He groaned, the veins in his neck bulging as he threw his head back and gripped the couch material near his knees. “I’ll make sure it isn’t.” He lifted his head, pinning her with unadulterated lust. “I’ll drive you insane. I’ll tie you to the bed, bring you to the point of climax for hours on end until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

Shay pressed her lips together, trying not to smile at what he thought was a threat. If only he knew what she would give to be laid out for his pleasure for hours.

“Don’t you like to beg?” she teased, stretching out her tongue to flick the head of his shaft.

He cupped the side of her face, bringing her closer to his length. “This is me begging.”

She opened her mouth, emboldened and empowered by the guttural way he growled.

“And when it comes to sex,” he grated, “I like everything.”

Shay raised a brow, running her tongue down his length and sucking him deep. She built his pleasure, feeling his dick pulse between her lips, ripping a moan from his throat, then she released him with a pop. “Care to elaborate?” She had too many questions when it came to his lifestyle. Only she still wasn’t sure if she could handle the answers.

He guided her face back to his cock, encouraging her to take him again. “I’ve got other things on my mind right now.” He smiled down at her, the blue-green of his irises darkening as she took him to the back of her mouth.

She worked the length with her lips and tongue, cupping his sac in her hands, stroking it gently with her fingers. Her sex clenched and the slickness of arousal dampened the inside of her thighs. Pleasure had never been this potent. Sex had never been this exciting. She didn’t know if it stemmed from who she was with, how long she’d wanted this, or maybe it was the thrill of arousing a man who seemed to have an insatiable sexual appetite. Either way, her body was burning, craving his touch and aching in the most delicious places.

“Take me all the way in,” he coaxed, moving his other hand to the opposite side of her face. “I want to see those gorgeous lips stretched.”

The need to please him was immense. She wanted to make an impact, to stand apart from all the women he’d slept with. Previously, she thought her competition was the unending line of beauties who rubbed up against him on the dance floor of Shot of Sin. Now she knew better. He had eager women at his disposal, ones he didn’t have to chat up or flirt with. Women who strolled around in their underwear, who shared the same sexual disposition.

It made her all the more eager to control her breathing and take him as far as she could. Even after relaxing her throat, she still had at least two inches to go. Determination made her push past her gag reflex, taking his full length with eager strokes.

“Fuck, Shay!” His hips began to buck, pistoning into her mouth, making her lips numb. “Jesus. You’re driving me insane…stop.”

She didn’t listen, needing to make him mindless.

“Shay, stop!” He grasped her arms, brought her to her feet and yanked her forward to straddle his lap. “Shooting down the back of your throat has been a fantasy of mine. But not tonight.” He reached for his pocket and pulled out a condom. “Tonight, I want you riding my cock. I want to see your pretty mouth gasp in pleasure while I make you come.”

He could make her orgasm with his dirty words alone. Already, her nipples throbbed and her clit tingled with heightened awareness. She bit her lip as he ripped open the silver packet and rolled the condom down his length. She was starved for him. Impatience clawed at her skin. Need pulsed through her veins. “Hurry the hell up.”

Leo chuckled and grabbed the base of his covered shaft. “Ready and waiting, your feistiness.”

She could already feel him inside her, could anticipate the delicious stretch of her muscles around him. Her hands were shaking, like a crack addict waiting for a fix. Grabbing his shoulders, she lifted and hovered her pussy above his cock. She closed her eyes, letting the engorged head swipe through her slick juices and across her clit before lowering in one exquisite motion.

Leo moaned as her walls contracted around him, sucking him deeper, holding him tight. He leaned in and rested his head against the side of hers, brushing his lips over the sensitive skin around her ear. “Fucking. Heaven.”

She shuddered, taking his compliment to heart. Slowly, she began to undulate, grinding her hips back and forth, leisurely riding him. She set the pace, and Leo followed her lead, kissing her neck in the same soft motion, his hands relaxed and sensual as they explored her body.

Then his lips found hers. He trailed his palms to her breasts and the languid tempo flew out the window. She bucked against him, sucking his tongue into her mouth, delighting in his faint taste of alcohol. He tweaked her nipples and rubbed his calloused palms over the hardened flesh. When his hands grabbed her ass to set his own more punishing rhythm, she let go.

Her pussy clamped tight. Her breathing became erratic as her orgasm began to take over. With one hand, Leo lightly gripped the front of her neck, almost like a choke hold, and lifted her chin so all she could see was him.

She grasped for the top of the couch behind his shoulders, arching her back while his gaze held her captive. His other hand continued to push her against his cock, the punishing movements making her sight darken in pleasure. She cried out in release, mewling, moaning, screaming to the heavens until the pulsing in her pussy subsided and she had the chance to watch Leo come undone.

His face contorted in lines of strain. He tightened his hand around her throat. “Fuck!” He roared and the sound reverberated around the room. He smashed his mouth against hers, and gradually, almost imperceptibly, his jolts slowed. The exquisite harshness of his kiss became a languorous mingling of tongues and lips. And when he pulled back, his face was filled with a softness she’d never been on the receiving end of.

“Shay?” he murmured, his hand falling from her neck.

She quirked a brow and whimpered in reply, her head and eyelids now heavy with exhaustion.

“I think we’re both in for a lot of trouble.”

Chapter Eight

Leo pushed from the couch, his softening dick still inside the sweetest pussy he’d ever plundered. Holy fuck, he was a lost man. Completely disoriented from the brilliance of her sexual appeal.

“Point me toward your room,” he asked, reefing up the waist of his pants so they didn’t end up around his ankles.

Shay lifted her head from his shoulder and swung a lazy hand toward a darkened hall starting beside the kitchen. “Last door on the right.”

She was a deadweight against his chest. Her arms were limp around his shoulders, her legs barely clinging around his waist. He carried her from the room, noticing the lack of frilly, girlie crap through the house. He’d always known her as a guy’s girl. Someone more comfortable in a masculine environment, who had a low tolerance for bitchy drama. But tonight he’d seen her fragile side.

She was still a feminine force to be reckoned with. Only now he’d seen the full picture instead of the layers of bravado she liked to strengthen herself behind. The realization made it harder for him to contemplate things between them not working.

“Fall asleep, baby girl. I’ll get you to bed,” he murmured. He was enjoying holding the bundle of vulnerability in his arms. Shay had always been strong, confident, even a little pig-headed. He needed that—someone to keep him on his toes. Yet he also needed a feminine presence. Someone he could protect. Someone with defenseless moments.

Shay was the brilliant mix of everything he desired. He just needed to figure out a way to remove the petrified look in her eyes every time they discussed Vault of Sin and replace it with something that didn’t resemble a brick wall.

“You know I hate when you call me little girl or baby girl, right?” she mumbled against his shoulder. “If you hadn’t sucked the life right outta me, I’d smack you.”

He smiled, holding back a smart retort. He didn’t want to rile her again. The sun would be rising in less than an hour, and she needed rest. And he had to take a clarifying step back. He was falling, way too fast, and at the moment he couldn’t find the self-preserving pessimism to make himself stop.

Turning into the last room on the right, he inhaled the heady scent of Shay and held in a moan. The intoxicating mix of vanilla and strawberry would forever remind him of the woman in his arms. The sassy wench who smelled like nirvana. He laid her down, resting her head on a pillow before retreating.

“I’ll be back in a sec.” He covered a hand over the used condom clinging to his shaft and went in search of her bathroom. Minutes later, he was standing back at her bedroom door, leaning against the frame, simply watching her.

She lay on her side, her dark silken hair falling over her shoulder. Her breathing was gentle, her lips slightly parted, the faint hint of a contented smile tilting her lips.

“How long are you going to stare?” she asked, her dark lashes resting against the tops of her smooth cheeks.

Forever.
“I should go.”

Her eyelids fluttered open and she sucked in a lazy breath. “What if I asked you to stay?”

Ask me, Shay. Grant me one last glimpse of your vulnerability before your mask of strength returns in the morning.
“Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she whispered, pulling the sheet up to her chin. “I have questions.”

He padded to the other side of her bed, shucked his loosened pants and climbed under the covers. “Ask all you want after you get some sleep.”

She shook her head and turned to face him. “No. As tired as I am, I won’t rest until we talk.”

The dreaded
talk
didn’t seem repulsive when discussed from the lips of this gorgeous woman. He slid across to the middle of the bed and rested on one elbow as he faced her. “Then ask.”

He’d tell her everything, no matter how ugly the truth may be in her eyes. He’d learned long ago to never lie about his desires. He just needed to get over his own self-loathing.

“Why?” she whispered.

One word had enough meaning to tighten his lungs. He knew what she meant. No clarification necessary. He’d been asked the same thing numerous times, usually in a heated situation, where the word was an accusation, not a question.

“I’m not entirely sure.” He shrugged. “It’s an addiction of sorts.”

Shit. Shay winced at his confession and he rushed to clarify. “Not to sex.” He stroked a hand down her cheek. “I think I’m hooked on the rush of pride that follows a woman’s orgasm at my hands. I love bringing pleasure. Making someone fall apart is a powerful thing. And having others watch only heightens the sensation.”

She paid no attention to the stroke of his hand. She was emotionally detaching herself, taking a step back even in her almost comatose state. “So Vault of Sin is a part of your life you can’t live without?”

He sucked in a silent breath, not wanting to push her away and not able to lie either. “A woman has the ability to change a man.” He ran his finger under her chin, sliding his thumb along her lower lip.

“I don’t want to change you.” She frowned, clutching the sheet tighter to her chest.

“I know. And I appreciate that.” He wanted so badly to sink his finger between her lips, to feel the rough surface of her tongue against his skin. To change the serious situation to something pleasurable. “I’m prepared to try, Shay. I think that’s all that matters at the moment.”

“Mmm.” Her lids drifted shut. “I want to make you happy,” she murmured. “I’m just not sure I can be the woman you need.”

He remained quiet, listening to her breathing as it became heavier. Even in sleep she was alluring. He lay beside her, continuing to stroke her hair, pulling the sheet down a little to admire the flawless skin of her neck and shoulder. Things between them wouldn’t be easy. Their hurdles were large and overbearing. But taking the chance would be worth it. He could risk rejection one last time. For her.

He just needed to make sure T.J. and Brute were onboard.

The club was a part of the three of them, something Shay probably hadn’t realized yet. They all spent time downstairs. They all watched. Leo only hoped he was nearby when she figured out being a part of his lifestyle also meant being a part of Brute and T.J.’s too.

Chapter Nine

Shay woke up on her stomach with a tickling sensation at the low of her back. She frowned, her eyes still closed, and wriggled in an attempt to make it stop.

“It’s already past lunch time, gorgeous.”

She moaned, tilting her head to the deep, smooth voice, and opened one eye a crack. Beside her was the rough-stubbled face of the sexiest man alive.

“Go away,” she groaned and slammed the pillow over her head. Sexy as sin or not, nobody got away with waking her. It was bad enough on a night she’d slept soundly, but last night, or the early hours of today, it had been a constant struggle to stop her mind from churning.

“You sure you don’t want to wake up?”

He smoothed his hand over her ass, delving between her crack to the heat of her pussy. He stroked her to life with two greedy fingers, making her wet within moments, tearing needy whimpers from her throat.

“Leo.”

“Yeah.” He pulled the sheet off her in a flourish and then the heavy weight of his body moved over hers. “You still want to go back to sleep?”

He ground his erection into her ass, the tip of his rubber-covered shaft teasing her until she had to bite the sheets to stop herself from moaning. His hips undulated, his cock inching lower, sinking to the place her body craved him to be. Then he was at her entrance, rubbing himself along her slit, sliding through her arousal.

“Your body may be asleep, but your pussy definitely isn’t,” he drawled with a chuckle.

She threw her pillow away and bucked, trying to get his self-righteous ass off her. “Don’t be a jerk.”

His weight became heavier against her back, the almost silent sound of his breathing brushing her ear. “Tell me to stop and I will. But I’ll never apologize for craving your body.”

Her heart fluttered as he stilled.

“Want me to get off, Shay?”

Her name on his lips was the most alluring sound she’d ever heard. It brought a smile to her mouth and a tingling throb to her muscles. “No,” she whispered, tilting her ass so his cock head penetrated. Never.

He surged forward in a deep thrust, stealing her breath and replacing it with ecstasy. Her body welcomed him, squeezing around his length as he began to leisurely thrust.

“I’ve been watching you for hours.” He murmured into her neck, blazing a trail of kisses along her shoulder.

She moaned, enjoying the delicious friction of skin against skin. His mouth hot and biting, his undulations smooth and languorous. “I was dreaming about you.”

“Hmm? What was I doing?”

Shay closed her eyes, playing back the scene in her mind. They’d been at the club. Downstairs. In the darkened corner of one of the rooms. She was seated between Leo’s thighs, her back to his chest, her hands on the hard muscle above his knees, while his fingers worked their way into her jeans and under the waistband of her panties.

They were watching a couple on the bed in the center of the room. The man was buff, blond, his face shadowed in the darkness while he fed his cock into an eager woman’s mouth. Their movements were like a dance, melodic, hypnotizing and dream-time-Shay couldn’t contain the slick arousal saturating Leo’s fingers.

Now she wondered if watching another couple would be equally enjoyable in real life. Were her boundaries that easy to break?

“We were at work.”

“In the storeroom? Being with you in there has haunted me for months. It killed me to walk away.”

And to continue walking. She wanted to add. He’d never come back, not emotionally, not until last night anyway.

“No. We were at Vault of Sin. Watching.”

She squeezed her muscles around his shaft and his answering groan sent a shiver down her spine.

“Please tell me you liked it.”

Shay stopped, taking a moment to let the seriousness of his plea sink in. The club was a part of him. A place he would feel incomplete without. Even if he was willing to step away, even temporarily, it wouldn’t change the fact he still yearned to go there.

Slowly, she nodded. “Yes. It was hot as hell.”

He climbed off her, grabbed her hip and flipped her onto her back. She stared wide-eyed as he moved over her again, this time resting against her belly, his gaze narrowing on hers while his cock found its home. He entered her with care, gradually penetrating, letting every inch of him fill her while he watched the pleasure take hold. “What does that mean?”

Her focus waivered as he lowered his lips to her nipple and sucked the hardening peak into his mouth. Tingles ricocheted through her body, and she circled his hips with her thighs, needing more.

“I don’t know,” she murmured. “I think my subconscious is willing to see what happens.”

He raised a brow, acknowledging the enormity of her statement. Instead of voicing the happiness she could see curving his lips, he merely moved to the other nipple to pay homage.

“I guess my subconscious is a dirty little whore,” she added, slightly flustered by the ferocity in his eyes.

He chuckled and his puffed breaths brushed the sensitive skin of her breast. “Enjoying sex doesn’t make you a whore.” He thrust inside her, drawing a cry from her throat. “Watching others play doesn’t make you dirty.” His hips plunged harder. “I promise you, Shay, you’ll never be left wanting if you’re with me.”

This time, his cock made her scream in delight.

Leo leaned in, stroking her lips apart with his tongue. “Just give me a chance.”

She nodded, undone by his sincerity, captured by his raw plea. “I’ll try,” she whispered, raising her hips to meet his next slide home.

He burned her with his kiss, smashing his mouth against her with the same ferocity as his hips pounded. He drove her wild, he made her crazy, and all the while she could feel herself slipping more in love with him. With matched aggression, she clenched her thighs around him and dug her nails into the skin of his back.

“Wait.” She broke their kiss, not wanting to come yet. Her pussy was already pulsing in anticipation, her limbs taut. She extended her neck, gasping for air. But he didn’t quit, didn’t stop thrusting into her, driving her pleasure higher. “I said stop. I don’t want to come yet.”

“You’ve got no say in the matter,” he taunted, scraping his teeth up her neck. “I want to feel your pussy milking me. I want to see those pretty brown eyes roll back as you come undone.”

“Leo,” she warned, nudging closer and closer to the precipice with each undulation. Next Saturday was likely to break them, so she had to make now last forever.

“Fall apart for me, Shay.”

His whisper against her ear was too much. She complied, her breathing coming in hard gasps as she tightened around his cock and rode the wave of orgasm. She drowned in the bliss, her hips continually reaching up to meet his thrusts until Leo swore and followed after her.

His lips continued to love her, his hands adoring with their gentle glide across her skin. As his movements came to a halt, her eyelids became droopy and she groaned with the need for sleep.

“You do wonders for a guy’s self-esteem,” he chuckled, sliding from her body.

“I try my best.” She stretched, loving the delicious aches his lovemaking had left in her muscles.

The mattress dipped as he stood and removed the condom from his shaft. He strode from the room and returned moments later with the smile she adored.

“Can I make you breakfast?” he asked and waggled a brow. “Naked?”

She chuckled, overcome by the dreamy warmth overtaking her chest. For too long, she’d been one of those women who’d believed men weren’t a necessity in a strong woman’s life. She was relatively successful. She paid her own bills. And her body would never be left unsatisfied with the big box of toys under her bed. But something about the way he looked at her made her feel empowered. His smile made her more confident. His touch made her invincible. “I only have cereal.”

“If you don’t mind me driving your car, I can go pick something up.”

“Naked?”

His smile widened. “Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s an option.”

“Ahh, so you do have limits.”

His humor gently faded. “I have many limits, Shay.”

The quick slide into thoughts of Vault of Sin made the warmth inside her vanish. “Cereal it is.” She climbed from the bed, and strode her naked ass to the walk-in closet, returning seconds later with a thin silk dressing gown.

“That’s not going to happen.” Leo eyed her clothing and crossed his arms over his chest. “Take it off.”

Annoyance, or was that anticipation, shot up her spine. She raised a brow, coming to stand in front of him. “Is this where any normal woman would whimper and obey?”

His lip curled, predatory and too damn sexy for her to ignore. “This is where you take that off or I do it for you.”

Her nipples hardened, already yearning for more of his touch. She grinned, shrugged and then made a move to walk around him, because that’s what stubborn women do.

In a flash, she was spun back around. In seconds, rough hands stripped her naked. Then, in a few erratic beats of her heart, the sash was yanked from her dressing gown and Leo grabbed her and tied her hands behind her back.

She stood, shocked and silent in her hallway, wondering what the hell had just happened.

“Thank you,” he taunted. “I actually enjoy doing things the hard way.”

By the look of his growing erection, he wasn’t lying. “Point taken. You can untie me now.” She tried to purr, to be the seductive princess who would woo him with her charm, but he didn’t succumb. Instead, he grinned that sly, arrogant grin that annoyed her and made her melt all at once.

“Nice try.” He strode forward and grabbed the tie at her joined wrists and guided her forward. “It’s time for breakfast.”