7 Nights of Sin: (Countdown to Pleasure Book One) A Second Chance Enemies to Lovers Romance

by West, Harper

  Her hand moved down my chest and stomach to find my dick, and she wrapped wet fingers around it, giving it a slow stroke that sent heat curling through me again.

  Her hand felt good, but it was nothing compared to the bliss of her holding herself above me for a second and then sinking down slowly, taking each inch in a slow downward slide.

  I closed my eyes and let out a messy breath, head tipped back against the edge of the hot tub while she worked her way down.

  I kept breathing, letting her set her own pace and resisting the urge to just buck my hips up and push deeper into her, but it was a hard thing.

  She felt so fucking good. So tight, so hot, so perfect around me, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck into her hard and fast and see how many times I could make her scream my name before the night was over.

  It was a good thing that Caro had similar ideas in mind. She took a second to gather herself, to get used to the intrusion of my cock, and then she was working her hips, grinding against me in slow, undulating waves at first, that had the water lapping harder around us.

  My face was flushed from the heat of the water and the heat of what we were doing, and I dug my fingers into her hips, holding onto her while she rode me slowly.

  "God," she groaned. "Fuck."

  "Mm," I hummed in agreement. "You feel so fucking good. I wanna do this all the time."

  "Don't--ah--push your luck," she managed, but her breath was hitching, and I could tell she was feeling it just as much as I was.

  I snorted and moved a hand to slap her ass in the water. "Is that all you got, Caro?"

  She glared at me, but the challenge was clearly accepted when she started moving faster, bouncing on my cock in earnest.

  It was such a fucking hot sight. Her tits bounced with her, and I reached up to grab one, twisting and tugging the pert and perky nipple between my fingers while she worked her hips.

  "Fuck," she groaned again, and it was a broken, beautiful sound.

  "That's it," I praised her. "Just like that. Ride me just like that."

  "Harder," she panted, and I caught on that she meant my fingers working at her chest.

  I grinned, and put both hands to work, taking ahold of both of those pebbled buds and twisting them in different directions.

  Caro's eyelids fluttered, and her whimper was high and needy. It was beautiful, and it sent pleasure washing over me. There was just something so satisfying about seeing her like that, wild with desire, letting herself loose with pleasure, begging for what she wanted.

  It wasn't something a lot of people got to see, and I felt so fucking lucky to be one of the few.

  "You like it a little rough, don't you?" I teased her. "You like it when you can really feel it, huh?" I pinched down on her nipples harder, and she nearly screamed with pleasure. "That's what I thought. You know, I should take you upstairs and tie you to my bed to keep you from running off again."

  "I'd like to see you try," she mumbled, and those were the wrong words to say. Or the right ones, maybe.

  I grinned and lifted her off of me, groaning at the sudden lack of heat around my cock. I wrapped fingers around her wrist, keeping a grip on it so she couldn't run off, but judging from how she was breathing, I could tell she wanted to finish this as much as I did.

  We were dripping water as we walked across the deck, and I still kept a hold on her, more for the ambiance of it than anything else.

  "Do the people you work with know how you like it?" I murmured, voice pitched low and a little dangerous. "Do they know you just want someone bigger than you to hold you down and make you take it?"

  Caro whimpered softly, and the sound went straight to my cock.

  "I wonder how many of them have thought about it. You know it's always the intense ones that are the best in bed."

  "Fuck off," she grumbled, but it was weak, and I pushed her ahead of me up the stairs, watching the way her ass swayed as she walked.

  It was fucking gorgeous. I reached out to slap it, enjoying the way the sound echoed around us.

  I grabbed towels from the bathroom and did a quick enough job drying us off. Enough that we wouldn't soak through the sheets, at least.

  Caro was one step ahead of me, getting on the bed, and she gave me a look that was pure challenge. I'd said something, and she was clearly waiting for me to back it up.

  Well. I could do that easily.

  I'd planned pretty well for this week, and it wasn't like I was a completely vanilla person. So it was just a matter of going to my bags and rummaging a bit to find the pair of handcuffs that I had stashed away for an occasion like this.

  "Should I even ask why you have those on hand?" she asked when I stood up with them and came back to the bed.

  "No," I replied. "You should lay back and put your hands over your head." I gave her a stern look that I was sure didn't carry much weight because she laughed, but she did as I said anyway, spreading herself out on my bed and lifting her arms up.

  It was such a nice picture, and my cock perked right back up from where it had been flagging. Just seeing her like that, offering herself to me because she wanted it too was enough to make my blood hot, and I moved quickly, climbing on top of her and securing her wrists to the headboard with the handcuffs.

  She gave an experimental tug, and when it was clear she was stuck until I decided to let her out, she moaned softly. I could see her eyes glazing over, showing just how into it she was.

  I liked that. Jesus Christ, I liked that.

  "You should see how you look," I said, reaching out to trail a hand down her chest, bypassing her sensitive nipples for the time being. "Helpless and caught. Just mine to play with. All night if I want. I could just keep you here and fuck you as much as I want, and you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

  Caro tried to look disdainful, but it was a losing battle when she couldn't stop the flush on her cheeks or the way her breath hitched and then came in pants. She was turned on. She wanted it.

  "I bet if I check between your legs, your pussy is going to be soaked," I teased. "Because you're so needy for it."

  "God," she groaned. "Will you just fuck me already?"

  I laughed again. Teasing her was too much fun, but I was just as desperate to be back inside of her as she was to have me there.

  My dick was throbbing again, hard and flushed, reading to plunge back into that wet heat and fuck her until we were both satisfied.

  It was a better angle for that with the two of us horizontal in bed, and it was easy enough to get between her legs and push right back in.

  Her body welcomed me like an old friend, and I let out a satisfied sigh as she lifted her legs to bend them at the knee, feet flat on the mattress.

  I didn't waste any time. Instead of teasing her more, I gave in to what we both wanted and started thrusting, setting a hard, almost punishing pace.

  Our bodies slapped together, and the sounds of my cock thrusting into her wet pussy again and again were loud and filthy, adding to the hotness of it.

  "You're so wet for me," I panted. "You hear that? You hear how much you want my cock?"

  She just moaned, tugging at the cuffs that held her bound, and it seemed like every time she got a reminder that she was helpless for the moment, she tightened around me, dragging low groans from my throat.

  She felt so good, and I knew I wasn't going to last long. I was already so worked up, so desperate for her, and from the sounds she was making, I knew she was close as well.

  "Kevin," she whined, hips bucking up. "Fuck, Kevin, please."

  Hearing her say my name like that was amazing, and it went right to my head and then to my cock. I fucked her even harder, the bed bouncing and groaning under us, and it was a damned good thing we were out here by ourselves because anyone around would have definitely heard this.

  "That's it," I praised her. "That's it, baby." One hand trailed down to tease her clit, rubbing the slick bud while my cock kept pounding into her. "You gonna come for me?"

  Car
o nodded, lips parted but no words coming out of her mouth. She was that caught up in it, that lost to her own pleasure, and it was like a stroke right to the ego to see it.

  I wanted to satisfy her so she'd want to do it again, and also because she deserved it.

  "Come on," I coaxed. "Come on, Caro. Let me see you come all over my cock. Let me feel it."

  She whimpered, high and desperate, writhing under me while I kept thrusting, hitting deep with each forward motion.

  Her hands were balled into fists in the cuffs, and her toes were curled, and I could feel it as her orgasm rushed over her. She went so tight around me, enough that it sparked the beginning of my own orgasm, making me grit my teeth and grumble out a harsh curse because it felt so damn good.

  Her body twisted and arched, and she nearly sobbed as she came undone. For a second, all I could do was watch, caught up in how beautiful she was like this, hair coming out of its knot, face flushed, eyes glazed over with passion. It was such a good look on her, such a change from the way she usually looked, and it was something I wanted to see more of. Something I wanted to be the cause of, too.

  "Fuck," I breathed, hips not slowing a second. I fucked her through her orgasm, and when she was limp and sated under me, I found my own, the heat of the pleasure and sensation threatening to drag me under as it roared through my body.

  Before I collapsed in a heap, I managed to uncuff her from the bed, and then I was too tired to do anything else.

  We both just laid there, panting hard, trying to remember how to do anything other than ride the tides of pleasure and satisfaction that we were clearly both still on.

  "I thought you were supposed to keep me from running away," Caro finally said. Her voice was soft, and she sounded like she was still hazy.

  I glanced over at her, and it didn't seem like she was in a hurry to go anywhere, so I just shrugged. "I think we both know I can't stop you from doing anything you want to do."

  She hummed softly, a little frown on her face, but she still didn't get up to go anywhere. I considered that progress.

  My eyelids felt heavy, like they were sinking as I laid there, and I didn't know what it was about amazing sex that tired me out so much, but it was hard to stay awake.

  I rolled over to look at Caro better and reached out a hand to touch her arm. "Stay?" I asked her, but I was fading before I could hear her response.

  Chapter 15

  Caro

  It took me a while to fall asleep, even though I was worn out from a long day and all the sex. I laid there next to Kevin, half listening to his breathing, half lost in my own head. He was just so easy to be around when I let myself relax. He’d always been like that. Friendly and open, charming and sweet when you really got to know him.

  He was the sort of person that people just flocked to, and that had only gotten more true since he’d become a sports star. It was easy to understand why so many people wanted to be around him, and why it wasn’t that hard for him to bounce back from the damage his ex-wife had done to his reputation.

  His fans were going to be there for him no matter what, it seemed.

  It was hard to know where that left me. I’d drawn a veil over what happened between us. I’d moved on and built myself a new life without him in it. Having him right back in the mix was something I’d never expected.

  Having him want me the way he claimed to was even more surprising.

  Because he could have anyone. He was gorgeous and popular and made more money than most people in the city. Whatever he wanted was his for the most part.

  And yet he was wasting his time with me. I genuinely believed he didn’t want me to be just a diversion. I believed that when he said he wanted to be with me, he meant it.

  I just didn’t know what that would look like. Or how I felt.

  And being around him the way I was, being so wrapped up in his looks and charm didn’t make it any easier.

  I worked from home that day. Made my phone calls, followed up with interviews. I was there when Kevin took a Skype interview with a local channel, talking about the beauty and splendor of the island and the people. He laid it on thick, but it definitely did the trick.

  When he was done, he turned to grin at me. “You’re good at this. I know I keep saying that, but it just keeps being true.”

  I snorted. “I should hope so. Otherwise you’d be fucked, buddy.”

  “You’re not wrong about that.”

  I could feel his eyes traveling over me, taking in every detail. I was dressed casually since I was still at the house, not bothering to put much effort into it. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and I had on leggings and a t-shirt. The weather was still nice enough that I was completely comfortable in just that, and I wasn’t going to be happy to go back to the growing cold when I got back to New York.

  Kevin wheeled the rolling chair around to face me and smirked, crooking a finger in my direction. “Come here.”

  “Why?” I asked, not moving from my spot in the doorway.

  He pouted. “You’re too far away.”

  Letting him get so familiar with me wasn’t the best idea, I knew it. I didn’t know what I was going to do yet, and if I kept giving in to him, he was going to take it harder if I ended up deciding we needed to go our separate ways.

  But he was just so damned convincing, and it was hard not to move closer to him. He was clearly used to always getting his way.

  I kept a step back, not closing the distance completely. Not yet.

  “You know,” I said. “A lot of this has been about what you want. Have you realized that?” I arched an eyebrow and made a show of tapping my chin with a finger. “That doesn’t seem completely fair to me.”

  His brows shot up. “Is there something you want? Because if there is, you only have to tell me, and I’ll make it happen. I’ve just been trying to do what I think we’d both like.”

  I smirked, amusement dancing in my eyes. “Well, there’s something I’d like right now. Something I’ve been thinking about since we started sleeping together.” Even though it had only happened twice, and technically, I’d been thinking about it before that.

  "Caro, you can have whatever you want," he said, and the sincerity was back in his eyes. I still wasn't sure what to do with that, but I knew what to do with what I wanted. It would be a good distraction from trying to figure out what was going on with my feelings and his feelings and just feelings in general.

  So I moved to stand right in front of him, holding his gaze as he looked up at me. Then, in one fluid motion, I got down on my knees.

  "Fuck," Kevin said, and the word was heavy. Clearly he'd figured out what I planned to do.

  I just grinned at him and used my hands to widen the gap between his legs.

  It had been some time since I'd done this to anyone, but it was like riding a bike. It was easy to go for his fly, undoing the button and the zipper and easing each side of it out of the way. His cock was tucked away, but it was also easy to get his underwear out of the way, leaving him soft and getting interested in my hand.

  Kevin licked his lips, but he didn't say anything, seemingly content to let me do what I wanted. It would work out in his favor.

  I licked my own lips and then leaned down, dragging my tongue over the head of his cock. He'd been inside me twice since I'd been on the island, and his cock tasted clean, though there was the salty, musky tang of his arousal right there on the surface, proving how much he wanted it.

  I used my hand to stroke his shaft, starting at the base and then working my way up and over the head, giving my hand a little twist as I did.

  It was kind of amazing the way I remembered all the things he liked, even though it had been six years since the last time I'd had a reason to care.

  I knew his cock wouldn't fit all the way down my throat unless I wanted to gag all over myself and end up sounding like I'd gargled glass the next day, so I had to make up for it with my hand, working him in time with my mouth. And he'd never complained
about that. He seemed to like it just as well as anything else.

  Still, it had been a long time since I'd had to contend with his size, so I took my time, sucking on the tip for a bit and then dragging my tongue down the shaft, using my saliva to slick the slide of my hand as I alternated licking and stroking.

  Above me, Kevin was already panting. His fingers found their way into my hair, but he didn't try to force me down or make me take more. They just tangled there, holding on, and I smirked against his skin, taking more of his cock into my mouth and hollowing my cheeks as I bobbed my head up and down.

  "Fuck," he groaned again. "Jesus Christ, Caro."

  I hummed around him, both acknowledging his pleasure and trying to give him more, knowing the vibration probably felt good.

  His fingers tightened more in my hair, but they didn't restrict me in my movements.

  Honestly, I'd always liked sucking cock. There was something about the process, and the fact that the most sensitive part of your partner was right there in your mouth. I always started slow, taking my time to get the rhythm, to warm my jaw up, to let my throat relax. And then I went for it, working my mouth down further, letting the tip hit the back of my throat and then push past it, taking the first few inches into the tight channel.

  "Oh my god," Kevin moaned. "Fuck, you're always so good at this."

  My ego was just climbing with every word he said, and I kept it up, hand twisting at his base, alternating between taking him into my throat and sucking him messy and fast.

  Drool dripped down his shaft from my mouth, and when I pulled all the way off to get a good breath, strings of it connected my mouth to his cock.

  "Do you have any idea what you look like right now?" Kevin asked, and I didn't really, but I could imagine.

  I never minded really getting into sex, but I knew I didn't look like the kind of person who was into all the things I was into. Not on the surface, anyway. So I could only imagine that with red, wet lips and hazy eyes, I looked like a different person.

  Kevin didn't seem to have any complaints, though.

  He held onto my hair as I worked him, hand and mouth meeting in the middle, the sounds of me sucking him off loud in the room.