DarkestSin

by Mandy Harbin

  She heard his duffle bag hit the floor right before Brody grabbed her by the waist and yanked her up against him, his chest hair abrading her back. Damn, when did he have time to unbutton his shirt? She loved the feel of his hair against her skin.

  She loved the feel of it even more when it was against her nipples, so she tried turning, seeking that contact.

  He clutched her tighter, not letting her move, and she felt his hot breath against her ear right before his lips landed there. “I should spank you for wearing this out to a club.” He sucked her lobe into his mouth, nibbling on it. She shivered and moaned, leaning into him, wanting more. “Doesn’t matter. I’m spanking you anyway. After I plunge my cock into your tight little ass.”

  Oh God. He could do whatever he wanted. As long as he fucked her, she didn’t care. She just wanted him inside her. Right now. Any thoughts of teasing him fled. From the way he was acting, Xan knew she wouldn’t be able to control this encounter. She’d have to save that for another time. He walked her over to the bed, folding her over the side so that her face was buried in the blanket and her boots were still on the floor. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but that only made her hotter, wetter. Her other senses were heightened, her skin alive with electricity arcing through her everywhere he touched. She gasped when she felt him kiss the inside of her thigh above her boot.

  “Damn, baby. These boots are staying on.” She felt him grasp her leg, spreading her wider, his head lowering.

  He groaned, but all she felt was the hair on his head rasping against her knee. What was he doing?

  “Mmmm. They taste good too, but nowhere near as good as you do.”

  Taste? He was tasting her boots? That should’ve grossed her out. But at the thought of him running his tongue along the leather she wore, spasms rocked her jealous pussy and she moaned, arching her back, needing his tongue on her flesh.

  He answered her silent plea, trailing his wet tongue up her inner thigh while the palms of his hands traced up her back. He deftly unhooked her bra, freeing her swollen breasts. His tongue reached her pussy, kissed her lace-covered mound, then continued on his track up to her ass. She whimpered a protest and he chuckled, caressing her back to ease his denial.

  Then he bit her right on one cheek and she yelped, lurching her chest off the bed.

  He gently pushed her back down. “Uh-uh, don’t move, baby.”

  She whimpered, but didn’t move. What was he doing to her? The sting of his bite bloomed to pleasure, pain to ecstasy. When Marco had caused her pain, it was never pleasurable. But he also treated her like a sex slave, not a wife.

  Brody caressed her cheeks, sliding a finger under the lace and pulling it to the side, making her panties tug against her clit. She moaned and ground her hips, needing more friction.

  “That’s it, baby. Make yourself come for me.” He licked the crevice that sheltered her dark passage as he pulled and tugged on the string of her thong. She rotated her hips, feeling her clit swell, orgasmic tingles racing down her spine and settling in her pussy. She was so close.

  And then he licked her asshole as he shoved two fingers in her pussy, and she cried out, exploding in rapture. She rocked against his fingers while his tongue continued to rim her back entrance. It felt as if her orgasm lasted an eternity, but probably only lasted seconds. And he stayed with her, coaxing as much pleasure out of it as possible.

  When she slumped against the bed, spent, his fingers pulled free from her, and she felt him move away. She’d have looked if she had the energy, but she couldn’t muster the strength. She heard him rustling with something, the sounds of cloth and zippers breaking the silence, and she still didn’t turn her head.

  His hand stroking her side startled her, but then she moaned as she felt him drawing her panties off. They weren’t finished, not by a long shot. She knew what he was after tonight, and she was both eager and anxious. Eager earlier. Anxious now.

  “Has anyone ever taken your ass, baby?” he asked as he kneaded her cheeks, spreading her. She’d never felt this vulnerable before, his question drawing dark memories to the forefront of her mind.

  “Yes,” she whispered into the blanket, twisting her head to clear it of visions of Marco.

  Brody stilled. “Did you like it?”

  “No.” She couldn’t lie to Brody even if she wanted to, and she really didn’t want to be discussing this. She’d rather just get it over with. Before Brody, she hadn’t had sex in over twelve years, but that didn’t mean she was completely naïve. She read books, saw movies. She knew guys were fascinated with the back door. Hell, she liked anal stimulation when she masturbated, and she could tell how much Brody liked it when she played with his ass while sucking him off. Some people may consider backdoor play a depraved act, but to many it was just another way to enjoy bodily pleasures.

  At least that’s what she’d told herself in the years after divorcing Marco.

  “Because it was painful?” He caressed her sides, leaning down and dropping kisses along her neck. His actions gentled her, and she felt tears prick her eyes. She didn’t want to cry, but knowing that a man as big and as scary-looking as Brody was not going to force himself on her or humiliate her wasn’t an experience she was accustomed to.

  “Yes.”

  “It doesn’t have to be, baby. Will you let me show you?”

  Oh God. She was going to cry at the concern pouring from him. She felt a sob work its way up her throat, and she did her best to squash it. Crying during sex would make him disappear faster than cake at a Weight Watchers meeting.

  She couldn’t trust herself to answer him vocally, so she nodded and arched her back in invitation.

  He pushed himself off the bed, leaving a soft kiss on the center of her back. She heard the drawer open beside her and him rummaging around, then felt wetness drip onto her crack. She stiffened when he spread her cheeks, but she took a deep breath and relaxed.

  “Just say the word and it stops. Okay?”

  She nodded again.

  More lube landed on her, this time on her anus. He rubbed it around, rubbing her entrance, gently pushing against her opening before applying more lubricant. He continued to rub and press into her gently for several minutes. She felt the excess trail down her ass and along her thigh, mixing with her own juices. Her pussy ached at the neglect, but that seemed to only drive her passion higher. When she moaned and arched into his probing finger, Brody leaned over her, kissing her neck as he pushed his finger into her, breaching the tight ring.

  Oh. shit. She screamed, throwing her head back against his shoulder.

  “Push out, baby. It’ll be easier,” he breathed into her ear, kissing her there, but she barely heard him over the blood roaring in her ears.

  Then his other hand circled her hip, his finger finding her clit, and he stroked it mercilessly. “Push, baby.”

  Too much. Too many sensations. She ground her pelvis against his hand to increase the contact with her clit, and then he moved, shoving two fingers inside her pussy, using the heel of one hand to continue his ministrations on her clit while he continued to stretch her hole with this other.

  “Oh God!” She was going to come. She could hardly move since he had her pinned, but pushed back against the finger in her ass as her orgasm built.

  His finger slid all the way in, and he pulled his other hand free.

  “Don’t stop!” Why was he stopping? She was just about to come.

  “Not stopping, baby. Just getting you ready.”

  He eased back and she felt more lube on her ass. Shit. Then another finger joining the first one.

  “Fuck, Xan. You’re so damn tight.” He scissored his fingers, stretching her when she already felt too full, yet frantic with the need to come. With his fingers spread, he poured more lubricant directly into her ass before pulling his fingers out.

  She whimpered, feeling empty, but wasn’t without for long. She turned her head in time to see Brody lubing his latex-covered cock, and she gasped. How was tha
t thing going to fit?

  Seemingly reading her thoughts, he said, “It’ll fit.” He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips before pressing his cock at her back entrance. “Push out, baby.”

  She did, and he pushed in several inches. Pain bloomed sharply, and she fought the urge to scream. He halted, panting, giving her time to adjust. Then the pain faded, being replaced with the darkest pleasure she’d ever known. She pushed back, wanting more, and he groaned helplessly as he pushed in to the hilt. “Fuck, fuck! Xan, oh, baby, you’re so hot. Ahhh, I’m not gonna last.”

  Then he was moving, his hips thrusting, cock plunging into her ass. She was helpless, trapped in a sensation so erotic t it bordered on pain. He dug his arms underneath her, finding her nipples and tugging, squeezing as he fucked her relentlessly.

  “Brody, Brody, Brody,” she chanted, unable to make a coherent thought. He freed a hand and grabbed her hair, turning her head and crushing his lips onto hers. His tongue plundered with the same rhythm his lower body set. The sounds of his breaths into her mouth rivaled the sounds of his hard belly hitting her ass.

  His mouth ripped from hers as he suddenly pulled back. She didn’t understand why he moved so quickly.

  Then his hand landed on her ass, and she moaned and arched into him. “You like that, baby? You like your ass being spanked while I fuck it?” Another smack landed. Then another and another. “Answer me, Xan.”

  “Yes!” The authority in his lust-filled voice wrenched the answer from her.

  Each time his palm connected with her, she felt the vibration in her ass, clenching around his dick and settling in her pussy. It wasn’t enough. She needed more. “Harder.”

  He growled as he obeyed, giving it to her harder with both his hand and his cock. “Take it, Xan. Ahhh. Perfect. You’re fucking perfect, baby.”

  Her orgasm was building. She could feel it. Her muscles were twitching in her pussy, fisting on nothing as she rocked back, meeting his thrusts with almost the same intensity as he was delivering them. The pain in her ass was a pleasurable ache she didn’t want to stop.

  Then she crashed over that precipice, screaming as he plowed into her. “Fuck yes! Oh yeah, baby. Come for me.” Then he came over her, roaring as he stilled deep inside her before biting her shoulder, muffling his growls, as he pumped, spilling his release.

  At length, he collapsed on top of her, panting against her skin, crushing her into the bed, and she didn’t care. He was on top of her and still inside her, but he wasn’t close enough. She felt her heart opening up to him, and she wasn’t sure what to do about that.

  Maybe, just maybe, it was time to trust her heart to a man again.

  Chapter Thirteen

  After easing Xan’s arm off his chest, slipping out from underneath her, and tucking the covers back around her naked body, Brody headed to the kitchen to cook them some breakfast.

  But it wasn’t his growling stomach he was thinking about. It was the woman he’d just left that controlled his thoughts.

  She was an enigma to him. Logically, he knew he should avoid her, but at this point, that was out of the question. It was apparent Xan didn’t know him, so he should let that worry go. He wouldn’t, but he could focus on other problems. Problems like those three agents he needed more information on and one Dave Simmons currently spending his golden years in Prairie County, Arkansas. The same county he’d placed Xan in when she first went into Witness Protection.

  Brody needed to make sure she was safe from anyone wanting to harm her, especially her ex and his people, both for her own sake and his peace of mind. Because if he didn’t focus on her protection, he’d just focus on her. He’d already lost the battle to stay away from her, so now he needed to figure out how to temper his need to be with her. Putting his energy on work would help some. Not much, but some. At this point, he’d take what he could get.

  As long as he could get some of her in the process.

  He rummaged around her fridge, pulling out some eggs and bacon. He found the coffee in the cabinet above the coffeemaker and set it to brew while he scrambled some eggs and reined in his thoughts. He could worry about what to do about her when he wasn’t standing in her kitchen wearing his boxer briefs. Turning his attention to food, he wasn’t sure how much she ate, but he was a big man, so he used all the eggs in the carton, then set it aside to fry up the package of meat.

  Mmm…pork. He was starving. Last night he’d worked up an appetite, one he fully intended to satisfy before working it up again with Xan. Very, very soon. He’d just finished frying the bacon, shoving several sizzling pieces in his mouth and letting the rest drain on a paper towel, when he heard the sleepy shuffling of feet. He smiled at the sound as he cleaned the pan to use it for the eggs, then setting it aside to grab a cup from the cabinet.

  “Good morning,” he said, pouring her some coffee, not looking at her.

  He heard her yawn and grumble something before the lazy foot shuffling started again. He turned to hand over the coffee he’d just poured, and the air locked in his lungs. She was leaning against one of the chairs, waiting for her coffee, her hair a toussled mess, her robe barely covered her thighs, and it gaped open at the top, giving him a luscious view of her mouthwatering cleavage. She was fucking beautiful.

  And he was toast. No way around it, this woman had him by the balls.

  He cleared his throat and gave her the coffee, but he couldn’t not touch her. He wrapped an arm around her waist in a sideways hug while she sipped her coffee and brought his lips to her ear. “Sleep well?”

  “Mmm.” He wasn’t sure if she was talking about the coffee or answering his question.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” God knew he did. He’d slept like a rock, and he couldn’t remember the last time that’d happened. Not with a woman, that was for damn sure.

  “It was,” she croaked. Damn, but her voice even had a sexy rasp to it first thing this morning. She set her cup down and looked at him. “You didn’t have to cook. I’d have fixed us something.”

  He wrapped both hands around her and she hugged him back. “It was my pleasure,” he murmured as he lowered his lips to hers.

  He was just going to kiss her. One little good morning kiss. But as soon as his mouth captured her lower lip, her taste exploded in his mouth, and he lost all sense. Groaning, he deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking into the wet heat of her mouth. He didn’t know what it was about this woman that made him lose all control, but he was through questioning it, fighting it. His hand slipped into the gaping opening of her robe and found a taut nipple, which he rolled between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped into his mouth and he swallowed it up, returning a growl when he felt her bare leg slide against his.

  Fuck it. He grabbed her and set her on the table, her moan throwing fuel on his fire, making him rip her robe open as he shoved his underwear down just enough to spring his cock free. He was so hard he was already leaking pre-cum when he clutched it, squeezing the base to keep from coming as soon as he entered her like some teenager unable to hold back his load. He plunged into her and her head fell back with an erotic sound that made his balls ache.

  He took her with a feral intensity that should have surprised him for being so early, but around Xan, he couldn’t contain his lust.

  “Brody!”

  He loved the sound of his name on her lips. “Yeah, baby. Say my name again.”

  He plowed into her and she gasped, screaming his name as her pussy fisted around his cock so tight he knew he wouldn’t last.

  “Xan! Fuck.” He buried his head in her hair and groaned as he came, feeling her milk every last drop of his cum.

  Right into her pussy.

  Without a condom.

  Son of a bitch! What was wrong with him? That’s twice now. He didn’t want to come off as an inexperienced kid, but that was exactly how he felt.

  He held her close as the last of her spasms around his cock diminished, caressing her back with one hand and rubbing her head with the othe
r. Then he eased back and kissed her temple, her cheek, her lips.

  “Sorry,” he breathed into the kiss. “I didn’t mean to attack you first thing this morning.” He hesitated, knowing he had to confess, but figuring she already knew. “Without a condom.”

  She chuckled softly and he smiled. Even though he felt like an idiot, he loved the sound of her laughter. “I didn’t mind. And, er, maybe we can discuss skipping the condoms altogether.”

  His heart raced. No condoms meant a commitment. He knew he didn’t want her seeing any other guys, but he also knew he couldn’t think about a future with her. But the fact that she’d brought it up made pride swell inside him. It meant she wanted a relationship, and no matter how irresponsible that might be, he couldn’t help wanting to pretend for a little while.

  “We’d have to agree to be exclusive.” If even just for the duration of their relationship, no matter how short that time might be.

  “That won’t be a problem on my end. It’s been a while for me anyway.” She shrugged and looked away. Brody knew it had been a while for her but wondered if maybe that meant she hadn’t had sex since Collins. Her response didn’t stroke his ego any, though, since it didn’t necessarily mean she wanted to be exclusive because she wanted only him, just that she hadn’t been playing with any other fish in the sea lately.

  Whatever. Her reasoning didn’t matter. Only her willingness did. “It won’t be a problem with me, either.” He leaned down and kissed her to seal their deal, fighting the urge to giggle like a giddy schoolgirl. He was really fucked.

  She chuckled against his lips and he drew back. “You started eating without me. You taste like bacon.”

  He laughed. “I did no such thing.” He gave her an innocent look, shaking his head. “I had to make sure the bacon tasted okay. I can’t serve you poisoned meat.”

  “Oh, we can’t have that now, can we?” She giggled when he nuzzled her ear. “And did it taste okay?”

  He smiled, leaning down. “You tell me.” Then he kissed her again, a full-on assault of the mouth.