Sin and Cider (Sweet Sinners Book 1)

by Kimberly Reese

  At this point Mac is trying to stifle her giggles by covering her mouth with her hand. “That’s terrible!”

  “It gets worse.” Fuck, why am I continuing this story? I realize it’s because I like hearing her laughter. “I think my date was willing to overlook my need to use the bathroom because she leaned over to kiss me when I dropped her off at home at the end of the night. Before we could even kiss, my stomach made itself known and…uh…Iendedupsharting,” I rush out.

  “Huh? You what?”

  At this point I’m running both hands over my face in embarrassment, my face heating. “I ended up sharting. Needless to say, I never saw that girl again. She actually ended up moving.”

  Of course she bypasses my last two sentences and goes in straight for the kill. “You mean shit-farting? You sharted? That’s actually a thing?!”

  “Yep. It sounded and smelled awful. Worst. Moment. Ever.”

  I’m still hiding behind my hands, but when I don’t hear her respond I lower them to check on her. She’s gone from sitting straight to almost lying down next to me, silent tears streaming down her face. She’s clutching her stomach, and her face is redder than the apple she’s named after.

  “Mac, you okay?”

  All I get in response is a sound that resembles a wheeze. Seeing her lose control soon has me joining in on the laughter. I’m not sure how much time passes, but we both sit here and laugh uncontrollably. Eventually Mac tries to pull herself together and is practically hiccuping with the effort to stay calm. Wiping the tears from her eyes and cheeks she looks at me and, for the first time ever, I’m glad I told someone that story.

  “That was priceless.” Some giggles escape, but she does a nice job of not losing it again. “Your secret is safe with me, but wow. That story trumps my embarrassing story and that of everyone else I’ve ever met.”

  “Gee, thanks.” My sarcasm is heavy but I can’t fight the grin that’s stuck on my face.

  “Langley is officially my hero. I’ll need to ask her how she knew.”

  “Yeah, well, if you find out let me know. She’s refused to tell me over the years, and I figure I’ll only find out the truth on my deathbed.”

  This sets Mac off on a smaller round of laughter, the happy sound making me feel warm inside. “If I find out I promise I’ll let you know.”

  “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

  “Mmhmm,” she sounds out, her eyes sparkling from the tears of laughter she shed. She looks so happy, her mouth turned up in a smile and her cheeks a warm peach color from her giggles.

  Seeing her so carefree and unburdened of her self-doubt leaves me unable to resist her sweetness any longer. Before she can process my next move, I lean in and capture her smiling lips with mine. I swallow the tiny laugh that turns into a gasp and savor her honeyed taste. Our kiss is just as explosive as it was yesterday, and before I know it she’s halfway on my lap.

  Every place our bodies touch causes the current of desire underneath my skin to rise like the tide. I fist one hand in her hair and place the other at her waist as I groan, deepening the kiss between us even more. I lick into her mouth, and her tongue tastes like sweet milk chocolate and smooth whiskey. She moans into our joined lips as she runs her hands up and down my torso. The feel of her small hands roaming across my body almost snaps my control. I force myself to reign it back in before I strip her bare and fuck her on the porch with nothing but the twilight sky and trees to serve as witnesses.

  I slow my kisses and press my forehead against hers, our labored breaths mingling together as we try and compose ourselves once again.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” I say, even though the tone of my voice shows I’m anything but sorry.

  “Mmm,” she lightly moans. “No need to ever apologize for that.”

  Both of her hands have moved around my neck, and I’m enjoying the feeling of having her close. “How about we take this back to my place, darlin’? We can continue there.”

  I keep my eyes on her lips as I wait for her response. Seconds pass, and I’m worried I may have pushed her. I know we’re both on the same page about the nature of our relationship, but I was raised a gentleman. If she wants to wait, then we’ll wait. I think she’ll tell me just that when her lush lips finally part to give me her answer.

  “What was it you said the other night?” she asks before her lips lift in a smile. “Tonight I’m yours. Let’s go, Lawson.”

  Thank fuck.

  10

  The ride back to Lawson’s place isn’t short enough. If I thought the ride home from Smokey's was filled with sexual tension, it’s nothing compared to the atmosphere filling the truck’s cab like a heady aphrodisiac. We don’t speak the entire ride, the only communication between us heated glances that linger like a lover’s kiss. I feel like years of quietly admiring and wanting this man are finally culminating in a night I could have only experienced in my wildest dreams.

  The desire that’s been bubbling below the surface has me feeling ready to combust when we finally arrive at Lawson’s place. I have a hunch he feels the same because as soon as we pull into his parking spot he cuts the engine, hops out, and is at my door in the blink of an eye. I unbuckle and gasp in surprise when he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder.

  “I can walk, you know,” I say to his back, my braid swishing with each step he takes.

  “I know darlin’, but I don’t want to give you the chance to escape me like last time.” His words are matter-of-fact, honest, and turn me the hell on. Just the idea of being at his mercy causes my panties to dampen.

  He swiftly carries me up the stairs, and I can’t help but be impressed at his strength. I mean I see the man carrying around piles of wood all day, but experiencing his strength firsthand makes me impossibly hotter. I try to discreetly rub my thighs together to relieve the ache in my center when he smacks my ass cheek with one hand and grips my thighs with the second. “I told you I’d take care of you, Mac. Don’t be doing that.”

  I quietly groan in frustration and renewed lust. Oh Lord, is this happening? I send up a silent prayer that I won’t wake up and discover that this is some cruel, ultra-realistic fantasy. I feel my excitement ratchet up further when I hear the jingle of keys and the opening of his door. As soon as we enter he kicks the door shut with his foot, and my world spins as he sets me on my feet.

  We stand here and stare at one another for drawn out seconds before he steps close to me and presses my back against the wall. He raises his hand, and I’m disappointed when he reaches past me to lock the door instead of touch me. He must be able to read my expression because his answering smirk is devilish.

  “You sure about this, Mac?” His words drip with want, his voice deeper and his drawl more pronounced.

  “Yes,” I breathe out eagerly.

  “Good.” He moves closer. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m putting out on the first date.”

  His words and the accompanying wink he gives momentarily alleviate the lust hanging in the air. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m doing the same.”

  He moves closer and presses his body against mine so I’m trapped between him and the door. “I’ll show you just how much I don’t mind,” he growls.

  In the next moment his mouth slants over mine, and I’m lost to the sensation of our kiss. It’s as if we picked up right where we left off back on the bench, our lips moving frantically and with uninhibited passion. As our tongues duel I circle my arms around Lawson’s neck and play with the hair at the base of his head. He groans into my mouth and I arch into him, wanting to get as close as possible. With a shift of his hands from my lower back to my hips, I’m lifted up into his arms and pinned against the wall. He guides my legs to wrap around his waist, and his hands start to roam over my fiery skin. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t escape, and I rejoice in that fact.

  We kiss and learn each other’s lips for what feels like hours before his mouth starts a burning path to my neck. I tilt my head back and press further
into the door to give him as much access as possible. He lays open-mouthed kisses on my neck and continues on to my collarbone. I gasp in surprise as he sucks on the tender spot at the base of my throat and moves to lift up my shirt at the same time.

  “Off. Now.” His voice is guttural and spurs me to quickly yank my tank top over my head. Lawson immediately leans in and resumes his kissing across my breasts.

  “Yours, too,” I pant. The words are barely out of my mouth before he reaches for the fabric at the back of his neck and pulls it over his head, the only things keeping me in place his hips and growing hardness. Seeing him shirtless is like looking at a golden statue come to life; he’s all hard angles and warm, lean muscle.

  I run my hands over his chest and abs, the muscles shifting and tightening under my touch. I think he’s going to remove my bralette, but he surprises me yet again when he trails his kisses down my cleavage and over my exposed stomach. He is close to my belly button when he startles me by swiftly unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them down my thighs along with my panties, all while I have my legs wrapped around his waist and am pinned against his front door. I don’t even have time to blush at being exposed in front of him because he grabs each of my legs and efficiently unhooks them from behind his back. He gets down on both knees and simultaneously places my thighs over his shoulders with the grace of a dancer and steadiness of a surgeon, fitting his head between my pussy and my shorts. He does this, and the entire time my feet never touch the ground and our bodies never lose contact. The man has talent.

  He looks up at me before leaning in and placing a gentle bite on each of my inner thighs. A small jolt runs through me at the contact, and his eyes lower to my center, which is spread open and weeping with desire. He stares at my pussy for long moments, and I start to feel nerves creep in because my past experiences with receiving oral have been lackluster. I open my mouth to tell him we can move on to other things.

  “Lawson, you don’t have to. We can skip this.”

  His eyes slowly travel up my body, and when they meet my gaze he quirks an eyebrow. He holds me captive with his eyes as he leans in closer to my pussy and gives it a long, slow lick from bottom to top. I bow my body out from the wall at the sensation and he chuckles.

  “Darlin’, trust me, I want to. We are not skipping this.”

  I try one last time to convince him, but he interrupts my efforts. “Shh, Mac. A true gentleman knows a lady always comes first.” His cool breaths puffing against my lower lips creates the sweetest ache as they contrast with the heat radiating from my body. “Just sit here and enjoy it cause I sure as hell will. Enjoy me,” he grounds out as he leans back in, doing everything but gentlemanly things to my body as he devours me.

  I’m going wild from sensory overload as he licks me and almost jump out of my skin when I feel his focus shift from my folds to my clit. His tongue alternates between flicking it with the tip and circling it with the wide, flat part, each and every movement driving me insane. His hot, wet tongue and the soft and scratchy feeling of his facial hair causes goosebumps to erupt all over my body. I squirm against his mouth, and it seems to turn him on further because his grip on my thighs tightens as his hands spread me wider for his oral assault.

  “Your pussy is so fuckin’ sweet, darlin',” he says against me, the vibrations and the words themselves driving me closer to the brink.

  He leans back in, and his licks are unhurried as he tastes me. I lose track of time as he licks along my slit and shifts his focus between each part of me. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I have a hand fisted in his hair that I use to keep him close. I feel one hand move from my thigh, and my eyes fly open once I feel him penetrate me with his fingers.

  “Mmm, Mac, you’re so tight,” he moans. The combination of him pressing his long, capable fingers inside of me as he continues to flick his tongue against me is awe-inspiring and has me at the edge of an impending orgasm.

  I press more of my weight against the wall as I sit on his shoulders and enjoy the onslaught of sensation as he takes his time with me. I dance along the edge of release until he pulls away for a second and says, “Come for me, darlin’.”

  “Law—awww!” His name is both a curse and a prayer because in the next second his fingers press a spot inside of me that has never been touched before. The feeling is devastatingly intense, but I’m pushed over the edge into an orgasm when he brings his lips to my clit and sucks as if his life depends on it.

  Holy fuck. I cry out as I come against his face, the shudders racking through me for endless moments as I see stars. He gentles his ministrations as I finally start to come down from my high and, with one final kiss, he leans back and smiles at me. My breathing is labored and my legs are relaxed as I sit here. I’m still recovering when he stands back up, my legs still around his neck, and maneuvers me like we’re swing dancing. My feet still don’t touch the ground as he carries me through his darkened condo to a comfortable-looking couch.

  He lays me down, and I languidly watch him with eyes heavy from my release as he starts to strip. He removes his jeans, and I briefly admire his strong thighs before my attention is drawn elsewhere. In the next instant my eyes widen because he drops his boxer briefs to reveal his cock. Holy shit. I’m no virgin and have had a few sexual partners over the years, but I’ve never seen Lawson’s equal. I fear I might be ruined after tonight. He’s long and thick and so hard for me, a tiny hint of precum leaking out of the tip. I sit up, eager for a taste and ready to return the favor, when he stops me.

  “I need you now,” he says, his voice throaty.

  I’m disappointed and decide to let him know it. “Fine, but just know I want your cock in my mouth at some point.” I’m utterly serious.

  He looks happy to hear my words, and his trademark smirk comes back for a moment. “Deal. You ready for me, Mac?” he asks as he fists his long length.

  I’m hypnotized by it and nod, my affirmation barely audible. He chuckles, grabs my thighs, and drags my body to the edge of the couch so my butt is hanging slightly off of it. He’s still standing, and I watch as he removes a condom from his back pocket and slides it on. He grabs one leg and throws it over the crook of his elbow as he grabs his length and brings it to my entrance.

  “I need you to say it, darlin’. Are you ready? Do you want this?” There’s no way in hell I’m changing my mind, but I appreciate the fact he’s still checking with me.

  “Yes and yes,” I say, loud and clear. I lean up and press a quick kiss to his lips before lying back down on the couch. “I’m yours tonight, Lawson. Do what you will,” I smile cheekily.

  My words cause a low groan to escape his taut throat, and I feel the tip of his cock finally press against me.

  I’ve never been with someone of his size so I am thankful that he takes his time entering me. With each inch that enters he gives me time to adjust, slowly penetrating and withdrawing until he knows I’m ready for more. I don’t know how long it takes, but once he’s fully buried inside I feel fuller than I’ve ever been before. Having him inside of me and above me is overwhelming in the best possible way. He gives me a few more moments to adjust to his cock inside of me as peppers kisses on my lips and over my cheeks before he starts to move.

  And oh, does that change things. The heavy drag of his cock as it leaves my body has me whimpering for more, only to gasp in pleasure when he starts to press back into me. I writhe against the couch as he picks up his pace and as his thrusts become more intense. His stamina is unmatched as he continues to drive into my body. At some point my bralette is removed and he uses the roughened pads of his fingers to play with my nipples before leaning in and capturing them with his hot mouth one at a time.

  I’m delirious and, shockingly, feel another orgasm start to build at the base of my toes and travel to all of the painfully aroused parts of my body. “Oh my God,” I moan, my voice keening. “I’m so close. Soclosesoclosesoclose.”

  “Fuck yes, darlin’. Give it to me,” he pants as he looks at
my body hungrily.

  “I don’t know if I can,” I breathe, not sure what it’ll take to get me there.

  He seems to know what I need because all he says is “You can” before his thrusts pick up and he starts to slam into me. It feels incredible, but I’m rendered speechless when his cock starts to hit the spot inside me that his fingers found earlier. He couples this sensation with his fingers as he reaches down and starts to circle and then pinch my clit.

  My vision blacks out as I come for the second time, my inner muscles pulsing and squeezing him as he continues to drive into me. He chases his orgasm relentlessly while I come apart underneath him and, with a hoarse cry moments later, he joins me as well. I feel his cock twitch inside me as he is overtaken by his orgasm, and my muscles continue to squeeze him tightly. I can’t help but admire his body, fascinated by his flexed muscles and blissful expression as he finishes coming.

  When we both recover somewhat from our release he pulls out and efficiently removes his condom. I close my eyes as he steps away to toss it in the trash and am touched when he returns and wipes me in between my legs with a warm cloth. I smile; he really is a gentleman. Once he finishes taking care of me, he lifts my body and spins so that he’s lying on the couch with me on top. We lie here for God knows how long, basking in the aftermath of our shared pleasure. I was expecting it to be good, but I wasn’t expecting it to be so passionate.

  I decide to finally break the silence. “I didn’t think it’d be that good when you said you’d take care of me,” I say jokingly, although I think we both know I’m completely serious.

  “Oh Mac,” he chuckles, “You haven’t seen anything yet. Just you wait. I have a lot more taking care of you to do.”

  Lord, help me. I may just die from pleasure.

  Sunshine kisses my eyelids, the gentle warmth lulling me out of the most satisfying sleep I’ve had in ages. I stretch my limbs and find that I’m deliciously sore and feel my face break out in a smile as I open my eyes. As I look around and down at my body beneath the blanket, I realize I’m still naked and am still on Lawson’s couch. The sex really must’ve been as mind-blowing as I thought if I was able to sleep so well on a couch. I realize belatedly that I’m alone on the couch and sit up, looking around the condo for the man responsible for my body’s feeling of euphoria.