Sin, page 20
“How did you…?” My eyes water, and I turn to look back at him with a huge smile on my face. So thankful for this man. “Where did you get this picture?”
“I have my ways.” His smirk is so sinful, his body mouthwatering.
“Put it on me.” He does as I ask when I turn back around to face the TV. The fact that he went looking for a picture of my mother and me as a baby leaves me without words. And while there are three that I want to say, they evade me at the moment.
I might not have any experience when it comes to sex, but I know what I want. And I want him.
Not because I need to repay this kind gift, but because nothing will please me more than loving him. Showing him with my actions what I can’t verbalize just yet.
Before he can protest, I stand and turn to face him. On my knees and between his, I place my hands on his thighs and squeeze the now tense muscles. Massage him slowly, all the while my eyes are on his.
His wander, though. From my baby blues, to my lips, and then to the now beautiful gift he’s given me. Malcolm looks me up and down in this position; I can see the want in his eyes. Almost touch the fire that burns between us.
Our need is palpable.
Combustible.
And I’m tired of the words no and slow.
“London, you don’t have to do this.” He swallows hard when I bite my bottom lip. “My gifts don’t come with any expectations.”
“All the more reason to act on my own wants. This isn’t for you…” walking my fingertips up his gym shorts, I pause at the waistband and pull the fabric back, exposing him “…this is for me.”
28
MALCOLM DOESN’T MAKE A single move to stop me. Doesn’t so much as breathe when I wrap my hand around his girth, fingers not fully touching as I pull him out. He’s thick and long, absolutely perfect with velvet-smooth skin and a drop of clear-like fluid at the tip.
There’s a part of me that’s scared. It’s my first time touching a man like this, and yet excitement wins out. I’m curious.
I want to explore him. I want to taste him.
Enjoy the more intimate part of a relationship between a man and his woman.
Because that’s what this is. It’s clear to me that he is mine and I am his.
My mouth waters at the sight, and I lick my lips. “Show me, Malcolm. Teach me how to please you.”
At my words, his entire body shakes. A deep rumbling sound forms in his chest, and I pull my eyes away from the perfection throbbing in my hand to meet his eyes. They’re hooded, and the hunger in them causes my core to clench.
“That’s a dangerous offer, Twirl.” His hand comes over mine and strokes twice, the grip tight. “The way I want you is dangerous. Perverse. If you’re not ready for all of me…want this, back off and head upstairs. This is your one out.”
Mimicking his fluid motion, I pump him once on my own, causing him to groan. “Please.”
“Are you sure?” It’s a hiss, his hands clenching at his sides. He’s holding back for my sake, and I don’t want that. “I’ll never hurt you, but I won’t be gentle. Can you handle all of me?”
Instead of answering him, I do something that seals my fate. Ties me to him.
I lean forward and kiss the very tip of his swollen head, rubbing my lips back and forth once and then lick his essence from them. Then, just to push him further, I place him back inside his shorts and sit back on my calves, meeting his stare. Let him see in mine how serious I am.
How ready I am for every single part of him.
Malcolm gives me a nod and then that sexy grin I like. “Lose the top, Twirl. Show me those pretty tits.” Without a second thought, I lose the simple cotton shirt and toss it somewhere behind me, followed by my bra. He sucks in a breath but doesn’t say anything, his eyes roaming, caressing the curves of my breasts. “Come closer and arch your back. Tell me to touch you.”
That gravelly voice is a weakness of mine. Something so natural and raw, the tone of his voice—the hunger in it—send a shiver down my spine.
“Please,” I whimper as my nipples tighten to almost the point of pain. Pain at being denied what I need.
Him. From that very first time inside the room at Liam’s club, my world has been revolving around his. I belong to him. He’s my happy place.
“Fuck, the neediness in your tone is delicious.” Malcolm brings a hand up to my chest and cups my right breast, weighing it in his hands before pinching the tight little bud. He gives it a harsh tug, but instead of cringing away, I welcome the new sensation. The sting of pleasurable pain causes my core to clench and clit to throb. “You want this,” he croons before giving the same treatment to the left. “Want me.”
“Yes.” I arch further, inviting him to take more. “It’s you. All of you.”
“Good girl.” With the hand on my chest, he pushes me back a bit, and I scoot two steps back. He stands then, over six feet of solid muscle hovering over me, the outline of his thickness at my eye level. “Undress me.”
My hands tremble. The thrill of the moment travels through my body, goose bumps rising as I use his thighs as leverage to stand to full height. My face to his chest, I step into his space and lay a tiny kiss over the place where his heart is, then across his other pec as I work my way up.
I nip his collarbone, standing on the tip of my toes to reach his chin where my teeth dig in just a tiny bit. “I trust you, Malcolm.”
“Say it again.” His hands take hold of my hips and lift me off the floor so I can look at him in the eye. “Tell me.”
“I trust you,” I whisper before kissing him. Hungrily. Needing him to accept that for as much as he wants me, I can’t be without him anymore.
His tongue in my mouth is demanding and I gladly submit to him, soaking up his every grunt for more. How his hold on me tightens when I swipe my tongue across his bottom lip. “Addictive little thing. So fucking perfect.”
“We are. Perfect for each other.” Slowing us down to a few soft pecks, I wiggle in his hold. Malcolm pulls back to look at me, but I arch a brow. “You might want to put me down.”
“Do I?”
“You will if you want me to use my mouth in a more productive way.” I make a show of licking my bottom lip in a slow swipe he follows. That causes his dick to flex against my hip.
Malcolm leans forward and takes the still wet lip and bites down hard enough for it to sting. “As you wish, sweet Twirl.” He lets go after a quick kiss and lowers me, my body sliding against his until my feet meet the floor.
Once I have my balance, he steps away and sits down, the expression on his face similar to the very first time we met inside the club.
It’s a bit of an angry hunger mixing with his natural edge that makes him dangerous for me.
And I’m wet for him. Soaking my panties and the thin boxers I stole from him.
Knowing that I want to feel all of him, I take in a deep breath and shimmy out of the shorts. My panties too.
Humming his approval, he makes a turning motion with his hand and I give him what he wants. Taking my position with one foot slightly back, I gift him three slow twirls and then on the last, drop back to my knees.
I crawl the few steps between us, coming to a stop between his parted thighs. “Lift,” is all I say as I give his bottoms a tug. On the next pull, he does as I ask and rises just enough so I can take both items covering him off.
Our eyes stay connected as I toss his boxer briefs and shorts somewhere behind me. What sounds like glass crashes on the floor, but neither of us stops to look.
Instead, I lower my lips to his skin, trailing open-mouthed kisses up his right thigh. Let my instincts guide me. “I’ve never done this before, Malcolm. Never thought much about dating or sex. With you, though…” I nuzzle the soft hairs on his leg “…with you I want it all. Want to give you all my firsts.”
“I’m going to cherish you, London. Give you the motherfucking world on a silver platter if that’s what you wish for.” His fingers thread through my hair, pushing the long strands back off my face before wrapping it around his fist. A tug has me hovering over his cock. “Now kiss it. Show your appreciation.”
My tongue darts out, swiping over the slit before I lay tiny kisses from tip to base. “Show me how to please you.”
“Open your mouth, baby.” It’s a hiss, his fingers tightening their hold as I follow the instructions, sliding his length through my parted lips. “Damn, you look beautiful like this. Worshipping my cock with those plump lips like the good little slut I knew you could be.”
His words should offend me, but they don’t. I enjoy them. Let them travel across my senses as this part of me I didn’t know comes alive. Thrives beneath his touch.
“More,” I say around his shaft, pressing my tongue against him before taking the tip between my lips and sucking. His hips buck before he pulls all the way out. He holds me above him, hard eyes on mine as a whine leaves the back of my throat. “Don’t stop.”
“Beg me,” he growls, fingers tightening, and the stinging bite settles on my clit. “Beg me to suck my cock.”
“Please let me suck your cock, Mr. Asher.”
“Motherfuck.” Slowly, he lowers my mouth down his shaft, rubbing the underside on my tongue as I hollow my cheeks. It throbs, his pre-come coating my lips when he pulls me up and off, rubbing himself over my lips with each pump of his hips.
I lick them. His taste off them. “More.”
“My naughty little girl,” he grits out, pushing in deeper, and my first instinct is to pull back. I gag as he touches the back of my throat, but his hold keeps me in place. “Relax, sweetheart, and breathe through your nose. Yeah…just like that…fuck.”
He thrusts his hips a few times and stops, pulling me off so I can catch my breath. “Ready?” he asks.
I nod, not entirely sure what he means, before he guides me down again and I take him between my lips. The thickness of his cock makes me ache with the desire—with the need to feel him filling me, and my thighs rub together in search of the friction I crave.
“Let’s see how much you can take.” I barely get in a deep breath before his hips flex up and both hands push on the back of my head. The moment I begin to gag again, he holds me still, instead, giving short little thrusts into my mouth. “Swallow.” It’s a difficult task, one that earns me a deep groan before he begins pushing again. “I’ll get this mouth trained. One day you’ll take it all.”
I gag again and attempt to breathe through my nose, and he pulls me off, leaving a string of spit connecting my lips to his cock. Once I get control of my breathing, he repeats, sliding to the back of my throat and holding me there as I acclimate to the sensation.
This time, when he thrusts up, I don’t gag. Knowing what to expect calms me, and I look at him from beneath my lashes. Four quick pumps and I’m moaning around him, sliding my teeth over his skin on each exit.
“Fuck, Twirl,” he groans before letting go of my hair, arms stretching out. “So wet and hot. That mouth is the definition of sin.”
I pull back and take in a deep breath. “Did I pass, Mr. Asher?”
“You did, and you’ve earned a reward. One that you will swallow all of.”
“Yes, sir.” It’s a whimper. A plea. I ache for him.
“How wet are you?”
I bite down on my bottom lip as I nod, my hand slipping between my thighs. I let out a shaky moan as my fingers swipe across my swollen clit. “Soaking and needy.”
“Show me.” Gathering up some of the wetness, I pull my fingers up to show them glistening. He grabs my wrist and pulls my fingers to his lips, his tongue lapping up the juice before sucking them into his mouth. “So juicy.”
“Please.”
“Rub that pretty little kitty while sucking my cock, London. Make me come.” I love the commanding tone, crave it, and obey, because it’s something I want just as much as he needs.
I wrap my hand around the base and take him into my mouth again. This time there’s no instruction, no guidance. He wants to see how badly I want it, and I’m about to show him. Instinct and desire mingle and intensify, and I find myself moving up and down his length, sucking and lavishing the hard flesh with my tongue. “That’s it, beautiful. Take me deeper, Twirl…let me fuck that mouth.”
In that moment I realize another truth. There is nothing sexier than a man’s moan. His pleading for your touch.
Taking him all the way back, I fight the urge to pull off and breathe through my nose. “Mmm,” I hum and then rake my teeth down his length. The muscles of his abs contract and he throws his head back, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip.
It’s that sight right there that brings my hand back between my thighs, and I rub myself while working my mouth up and down his length at a rapid pace. I’m so close, thighs trembling. All I need is a little more to find my own release when he breaks me.
“Don’t fucking move, and swallow every drop,” Malcolm all but snarls, lip curling just a bit, and I pause. Follow his instruction and suck, hollowing my cheeks as the first stream of come coats my tongue. As the second follows, my own orgasm tears through me and I tremble, riding my fingers as he gives me every last drop.
When he’s done, I lick him clean and lay my head on his thigh. My jaw hurts a bit and my body still tingles, but that is an experience I want to do again. And again.
Before I can fully catch my breath, Malcolm lifts me up and into his arms. Cradles me against his chest while tipping my face up to meet his. “Hi.”
The softness in those gorgeous green eyes and the sexy grin cause me to giggle. “Someone’s happy.”
“Someone isn’t ever letting his precious gift go.”
“Is that so?” I nuzzle his cheek. “Because no one asked me if I agree to this.”
“Babe, the moment you walked into my room that night, you lost all rights.” Then, he surprises me with a quick and passionate kiss. Tasting himself on my lips, he groans and pulls back so I can see just how serious he is. “You’re mine.”
29
I’M IN BLISS. A wonderful period of my life where everything feels right, and I have no worries. It’s like being a kid all over with the added bonus of having adult privileges.
In the last two weeks I’ve come to terms with the lies and betrayal. I’ve forgiven my mother because when all is said and done, she did the best she could. She stayed with a monster to give me the best life possible with the cards she was dealt. Out of her love for me, she endured so much pain with the Fosters.
I remember the shouts. Her cries. Her wanting to leave but staying because we were a family.
Losing my father must’ve been hard. I can only imagine the emptiness she felt, because I now understand what love does to a person. What you will do for them.
I’d kill to save him if it ever came to that.
Being with Malcolm, seeing his own feelings for me come to light with each action he takes, is humbling. Fills my once-beaten heart with joy. I’m in a better place because of him.
I love him.
His easy smiles. His charming disposition.
Even the darkness he tries to hide from me.
Every single facet of his personality calls to mine, and I accept him as he comes.
Dangerous and sweet. The perfect deadly concoction.
“We’re here, London,” Gina says, bringing me back to the present as we park in front of a Starbucks. “Are you coming, or do I get you the usual?”
“Nah. Give me a moment and I’ll come in.” Pulling my cell from my small purse, I send him a text.
Getting coffee, and then heading home after a stop at the paint supply store. What do you want for dinner? ~Twirl
Putting it away for now, I exit the car and walk toward the entrance. Gina is just past the threshold when someone pulls on my arm.
“What the...?” My eyes shift toward the person; the curse on the tip of my tongue dies at the sight of Brittany. She looks just like the last time I saw her. Angry and overdone in the makeup department. Desperation swirls all around her.
“Aren’t you going to say hello to your brother’s fiancée, Lola?” Another tug, her hold painful, and I yelp. “Come give me a hug.”
My head shakes, and before I can call Gina, the click of a gun is heard. She’s right beside me, her Glock pointing at Brittany’s chest. “Remove your hand. You have three seconds before I shoot.”
She lets go and holds both hands up. “I’m just saying hello. No need for the hostility.”
“Bullshit, and you know it.” Gina steps between us further, pushing me back, creating distance between us. “Leave.”
“This is a public—”
“Mr. Asher will be in touch,” she spits out, interrupting Brittany who looks toward a store across the street. My eyes follow and meet the ones of a man I hate. Alton stares at me, then looks to Gina, and you can visibly see his disdain for her.
He mouths the word I miss you slowly then gives me a wave, and I shudder. I’m so caught up in my disgust that I miss the rest of their conversation. All I manage to catch is the sight of Brittany walking past us.
She’s at the curb’s edge when she turns to look back at me from over her shoulder. “I’ll be seeing you soon, dear little Lola. Oh, and tell Asher he’s welcome.”
My arm is a little sore after we get home. Her hold had been painful and my old fading bruises become a little red.
“Fucking great,” I say, rubbing the area of my forearm when my phone beeps from somewhere in the foyer.
Forgetting the coffee, we came straight back. I tossed my bag on a table while Gina left to find Magda and some ice for my arm. After, she left to go and pick up the painting supplies which were my last stop for the day. I want to change the color of our bedroom walls from white to a grey-ish mauve color that caught my eyes on a design show.
That was an hour ago, and I’m still in a daze.
My vacation from them has come to an abrupt end.
Another beep and I follow the sound, finding the small device on the floor of all places. Picking it up, I swipe a finger over the screen and find ten texts and four missed calls. All from Malcolm.
