Sin filled me slowly. Sweetly. It was almost too much, but I spread myself wider for him, eager to fit all of him inside me.
And the piercing. While it terrified me, it also intrigued me.
It was when he started moving that I saw the appeal.
With his eyes locked on mine, he made love to me. Deep. Gentle. A little swivel of his hips every now and then to grind himself deep inside my heat. Teasing. Giving. Loving.
I clung to him as he gave me a little piece of himself, his gray eyes all-consuming as he stared down at me. His warm breath blew across my face. My nails made deep indents into his skin. He didn’t wince. In fact, he spoke.
“Deeper, siren. I want to feel you claw my soul, baby,” he rasped against my lips.
So I dug deeper, earning a groan from him and knowing damn well it had to hurt. I’d seen the scars and marks on his body. My nails were no more painful than what he did to himself, so I gave him what he asked for.
I’d give him whatever he asked for. All of them owned me and could have anything they wanted from me. That’s just how far I’d fallen.
Sin picked up his pace, each swivel and grind of his dick inside me making me gasp out in pleasure. The heat grew until my pussy was spasming around him, my release rushing from my body like a tidal wave.
And he rode it, weaving one wave of pleasure into another. With his brows crinkled, he watched me come. Watched me give a silent scream, his name tumbling from my lips like a prayer I couldn’t stop repeating. He was learning me. I knew he was because he did it again, his dick hitting that place inside me that sent all logic from my brain and turning me into jello.
The way he could weave one moment of pleasure into the next had me reeling. He was quickly learning all the ways to make me claw at him.
He moved faster, setting a fire inside me, until I was consumed completely, this time his name not so silent.
“S-Sinful. Oh god. Oh my god,” I cried out, my nails deep inside his flesh.
He groaned out my name, his cock pumping as he came with me, filling me. His movements grew uneven before he collapsed over me, breathing heavily. He managed to keep most of his weight off me as he buried his face against my neck and clung to me.
“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” he husked out against my skin.
I ran my fingers through his messy hair as he held me tighter.
“I’m yours, Sirena. Always and forever.” He didn’t come up for air. Instead, he held me like I held him, our bodies perfectly molded to each other’s.
“I’m yours too, Sinful,” I answered back, my voice trembling. “Always and forever.”
We’d been so caught up in one another that I’d forgotten the guys had been watching the entire time. I glanced over and caught Ashes’s eye.
He gave me a smile, his eyes shining brightly.
Then Stitches. He simply stared back, his lips parted, his hands clasped in front of him as he balanced his elbows on his knees, all his focus on us.
And Church.
He hadn’t moved an inch. There was no emotion on his face until our eyes met.
Then he inclined his head at me and gave me a smile.
I relaxed beneath Sin, who was holding me tightly, his breathing growing deeper, his cock still buried inside me.
It was going to be OK. We were finally good.
We stayed wrapped up in one another the rest of the evening and into the night, making love and sleeping off and on. The guys had left us alone after our first round. I wasn’t sure where they went, but they didn’t come back until night had long fallen. And even then, they’d gone straight to bed, leaving the smell of smoke behind them. I assumed they were giving us the time together we needed.
Sin made good use of it too. Bringing me from one high to the next, his cock never leaving my body. I lost track of how many times we had sex that night. Sometime during it, he’d lifted me from the couch and brought me to his room, where he continued to work my body over.
By morning, I was so sore I could barely walk.
But I loved it. It reminded me that he was now mine for good.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he stood behind me in the bathroom while I brushed my hair with his brush. “You’re walking like I’ve hurt you.” He winced, shame washing over his handsome face.
I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck before kissing him. I liked the pain. I liked what we’d done together.
So much so that I backed away and slid onto the counter before I spread my legs for him.
“Baby,” he murmured, a tiny smile on his lips. “You’re already sore from me. I don’t want to make it worse.”
I bit my bottom lip and studied him before I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him downward. His smile grew before he was on his knees, his face buried between my legs.
Each flick of his tongue brought heat. Each suck. Each tender kiss.
He gripped my hips tightly and tugged me forward, then ate me faster.
It didn’t take long for my release to rocket through me and flood his mouth. Gushing the way I did was embarrassing because it could get so messy, but these guys seemed to love it, so I let go of the embarrassment a little and enjoyed the ride.
I sagged back against the mirror, completely spent. Sin emerged, his chin and lips glistening from my come, before he dragged me to him and kissed me, the taste of myself teasing my tongue.
“You’re the best breakfast I’ve ever had,” he said when he pulled away. “I could eat you every morning for the rest of my life.”
I smirked at him, earning a wide grin.
“So be it,” he said in a sexy growl.
A pounding on the door had us breaking apart before we could kiss again.
“Sin, man, come on,” Stitches shouted through the door. “Listen. I’m an easygoing guy, but you’ve been hogging her. I want to see her too.”
Sin let out a soft laugh and looked into my eyes. “It’s hard for me to share.”
I smiled at his words.
“We went and burned with Ashes last night. Do you know what I had to do after watching you fuck her on our couch? I had to jerk off in the cold because I couldn’t handle it anymore. My come literally froze coming out of my dick. And I’m pretty sure the head of my dick has frostbite. So I’m begging you to not make me suffer and come out so I can see her.”
Sin let out a soft laugh, a smile on his face. I’d never seen him look so happy. It made my heart soar.
But Stitches was right. We’d been ignoring the rest of them while we worked through everything. The thought raced through my mind on what would happen if I managed to get others into our group.
It made me feel a little slutty.
But then the darkness peeked out and smirked.
Sue me. I wanted all of them. Maybe I was crazy and belonged at Chapel Crest. I knew this choice was mine. Church had told me it was. But everything was a test with him, and it was one I didn’t want to fail. He asked for me to go slow, and so I would. For now. Because, really, I had a lot to figure out.
Sin kissed me again before going to the door and pulling it open. Stitches stumbled in and set his dark gaze on me sitting on the bathroom sink with my legs still spread.
“Perfect. Leftovers,” he proclaimed before taking the spot Sin had been in and burying his face between my legs.
I let out a breath, a soft moan following it as I tangled my fingers in Stitches’s hair, allowing him to feast on me.
Sin’s lips met mine before his hand pushed my top down to cradle my breast, his thumb and forefinger teasing my hard nipple.
When I came in Stitches’s mouth, my mind was made up.
I definitely wanted more.
It spoke volumes about my level of crazy.
My darkness agreed.
