Sin and Cider (Sweet Sinners Book 1)

by Kimberly Reese

  “Yes, it’s just a little warm in here.” To make my point, I fan the area around my face with my hands and touch my cheeks as if checking for warmth.

  “Here, let me turn on the air condition—”

  “No,” I interrupt as he reaches out to turn the dial for air on. “I have something else in mind.” As the words leave my lips, I place my hands on my thighs and start running my palms up and down, all the way from the hem of my dress to my knees and back.

  I can feel Lawson’s eyes track the movement of my hands and, with each pass up and down my thighs, I move them higher. I see Lawson’s focus shift between the road and my hands in my peripheral vision. With each swipe I move closer and closer to my center. Inch by inch my dress rides up, and the combination of cool air and heated glances that kisses each sliver of exposed skin causes me to shiver. I shimmy in my seat and am finally able to bunch my dress around my hips so that my legs and panties are completely exposed.

  “That feels a little bit better,” I proclaim happily. I look at Lawson as I say this and am pleased to see his breathing has picked up. “I think I can do better though.”

  I hear him gulp and tear my gaze away from his profile as I spread my legs open on the seat. “Mmm, that feels even better.”

  “I think you can do better than that, darlin’.” I’m surprised by Lawson’s participation but am simultaneously turned on.

  “How so, Lawson?” I ask as I place one hand on my inner thigh and run the other over the soft fabric of my panties.

  His response is immediate. “Show me your pussy. It’s a shame to cover somethin’ so perfect up, Mac.”

  I don’t bother responding with words and instead follow his instruction silently. I push my panties to the side and bare myself to him. I turn my head to look at him and lift a questioning brow.

  “Yes, just like that.” His response is guttural, and he’s gripping the steering wheel tightly.

  Again, my response doesn’t consist of words. Not taking my eyes off of his shadowed and clenched jaw, I cup my rapidly dampening center before gently gathering my wetness with my middle finger and bringing it up to my clit. The contact on my heated flesh has me closing my eyes in pleasure, and I can’t stop the moan that comes out.

  “Dammit, Mac. You’re killin’ me.” Lawson sounds pained, and I know that he’s having difficulty dividing his attention between me and the road.

  My eyes are still closed, and I start to rub my clit in earnest. My own breathing is becoming ragged as I touch myself, the pleasure only heightened by the fact that Lawson is watching. I feel moisture leak out as this thought crosses my mind, and I arch my back in my efforts to reach a release.

  “That’s it, I’m pulling over.”

  My eyes fly open. “No, keep driving,” I say breathily.

  “What?” His response is a heady mixture of incredulity and lust.

  “Don’t stop. Take me home. Please,” I beg as I continue to touch myself.

  “Fine, but I want to touch,” he says as he takes one hand off the wheel and brings it toward my spread legs.

  “No, both hands on the wheel. Just focus on driving. Please, Lawson.”

  Instead of responding with words, Lawson draws his hand back and continues driving. I both hear and feel his groan of frustration at not being able to participate. Knowing that I’m having this effect on him causes a multitude of shivers to race up and down my body.

  A few moments pass in silence as I quicken my strokes against my clit until I feel the start of an orgasm tingling deep inside of me.

  “Spread that pussy for me, Mac. Show me how you like to be played with.”

  Oh God, Lawson the gentleman talking dirty to me may be my undoing. I must hesitate too long before responding to his command because a moment later he grits out, “I said spread it for me. Now.”

  With difficulty I give in and spread my lips with one hand so he can see all of me in the dim light of his truck, all while I continue to rub myself with my other hand.

  “Fuck darlin’, that’s sexy. Yeah, let me see what you’re doing to that pretty pussy.”

  I follow his orders and show him exactly what his words are doing to me. My greedy hands continually dip down into my wetness and swirl it back to my swelling clit. Somehow I have enough presence of mind to look out the window and see that we’re pulling up to the entrance of my family’s property. I need to come before we get to the house. I quicken my movements and increase the pressure of my fingers. My impending orgasm is so close that I find it hard to keep my eyes open.

  “You better not come, Mac,” he says harshly. “I told you that I’d be the one to take care of you. I meant it.”

  His words spark a surge of rebellion inside of me, and I insert a finger inside my tight passage while I quickly flick my clit.

  “Oh God,” I cry.

  “Mac.” My name sounds like both a warning and a plea as it leaves his lips. Hearing him say it like that, in a voice rough with desire, has the blackness edging into my vision. With a gasp I feel my orgasm burst, and I swear I see fireworks as my pussy flutters and my body jerks with its release.

  I try to slow my breathing and am able to crack my eyes open once I hear the gravel shifting beneath the tires. We must be pulling up to the house now. I chance a look over at Lawson and his knuckles are white with tension, his body practically vibrating with frustration or desire or both. I don’t have a lot of time. We finish pulling up the drive, and as soon as he puts the car in park I jump into action. I swiftly unbuckle my seat belt and, before he can so much as move, I’m across the center seat and am unzipping his pants.

  “What—?”

  “Shh, Lawson. Hands back on the wheel.”

  I’m beyond surprised when he groans and places his hands where I tell him to. I feel heady with desire knowing that this big, powerful man is at my mercy. I quickly unzip him and pull out his erect member.

  “Oh baby, you look like you need some relief,” I breathe. Before he has a chance to respond to my comment, I lower my head and lick him from the root of his thick erection to the throbbing tip that’s already wet with a drop of precum. His low gasp and ensuing groan spur me on, and I grip him tightly before easing him into my mouth. He’s so big that I have to go slow and gradually work his length inside.

  “Fuck, darlin’. Just like that. Your sexy mouth feels so fucking good around my cock.” His voice is strained, and the only other sounds I hear are his labored breathing and the slight squeak of the steering wheel’s leather as he squeezes and releases his hands repeatedly.

  Minutes pass as I worship his impressive length with my lips, tongue, and hands. I can feel the rock solid strength of Lawson’s tense thighs beneath me and the tightening of his abs against my arm as he gets closer and closer to his own orgasm. I grip him tighter and run my tongue in random patterns all over his skin. He groans loudly and lifts his hips toward me as I swirl my tongue around the tip and follow it with an extra hard suck while twisting my hand at the base. Judging from his reactions, he seems to love this combination, and I quickly repeat it over and over as he sits through the erotic torture, his hands still on the wheel.

  “I’m close, Mac. So fucking close,” he grates.

  His hips are straining as his cock grows even larger in my hands and mouth. Knowing that he’s right on the edge, I repeat my combination and pay extra special attention to the small slit that’s leaking precum. I want to make him lose control so I pop my lips off of him for a moment.

  “Give me your come, Lawson. I want it all,” I say as I put him back in my mouth.

  He moans in pleasure and agony at my words and sucks in a ragged breath when I quickly follow this with a deep penetration of my throat. My efforts are rewarded when he lets out a long, low moan as he releases in my mouth. I swallow all he has to give me and gently suck him as he twitches and recovers from his orgasm. When he’s finished, I sit back up and kiss the tip before letting him go.

  “Thanks for dinner and dessert, L
awson,” I say as I swiftly lean in and give him a peck on the cheek. I smile at his stunned expression, still languid from his orgasm. “Have a great night. I’ll see you later.” I smile sweetly and can’t help adding in a playful wink before turning and quickly exiting his truck.

  I’m walking away with a huge smile on my face. I bring my fingers to my swollen lips and want to shout in joy at the way I made him lose control. I think it’s safe to say I did a great job of keeping things strictly physical.

  I walk with an extra pep in my step and am almost to the porch when I hear his truck door open and slam shut.

  14

  My heart stutters in my chest at the sound of the slamming door and hurried steps. I turn and look over my shoulder; I need to make sure I’m not hallucinating. Instead of seeing Lawson driving away in his truck like I hope to see, he’s eating up the distance between us in long, determined strides. The easygoing, charming man I’m used to is gone, and in his place is a force of will bent on getting to me. The hunger shining hotly from his eyes and in every rigid muscle makes it abundantly clear that he wants to do something, I’m just not sure what. I shiver in anticipation because I have an idea, but instead of stopping and allowing him to catch me, I quicken my pace.

  I hear Lawson’s steps speed up in response behind me, and the dark chuckle he makes reaches my ears and sets my body afire with tingles of awareness. I manage to make it to the porch and up the first step before I feel his hand firmly grab my wrist and pull me back into his hot, hard body. He keeps one hand at my wrist and and the other on my stomach, right above my pelvis. His touch is rough as he runs his hand up my body from my belly button to my neck, the fabric bunching as it travels through the center of my cleavage.

  “Gotcha.” His victorious whisper is rough in my ear as he swirls his fingers in soft patterns over the skin of my throat.

  I swallow audibly at his touch. “Oh yeah, what are you going to do with me now that you’ve caught me?” My words are whisper-soft and sound entirely too eager.

  Another wicked chuckle tumbles from his lips and reverberates in his chest, and the vibrations create an electric thrill I feel in every inch of my body. I want nothing more than to be tipped over into the undeniable vortex that is Lawson Westbrook and revel in his touch like an addict.

  “Ah-ah-ah,” he tuts. “I let you have your turn in the truck. It’s my turn now.”

  Oh God.

  I don’t have a chance to respond because he’s stepping forward, his feet guiding mine up another few steps. The hand at the front of my throat moves to the nape of my neck, and the hand at my wrist moves to my lower back.

  “Bend over, Mac,” he whispers as he presses his hands down. “Put your hands and knees on the steps for me, and spread those long legs of yours.” He presses a little harder against me before he steps back.

  I’m drowning in desire and whimper in response because I am helpless to do anything else. Right now all I want to do, all I can do, is comply with his demands. My body is trembling and waiting as I place my hands at the top of the steps and touch my knees down a few steps below that. I can feel his presence behind me, laced with so much lust it’s like he never stopped touching me.

  His deep breaths blend with the sounds of the night around us. I wait for him to do something—anything—to me. I close my eyes when I hear him undo his belt buckle and slide the soft leather open. I bite my lip when I hear the muted sound of his zipper being undone. I subtly tilt my hips toward his body in a silent plea and fully expect him to take me up on my offer. Instead I gasp in surprised delight when he smoothly joins me on the steps, not from behind me but from under me. His front is facing my front, and he’s sitting on a step lower than where my knees are at, the angle putting his face right in front of my pussy. I glance down and stare at his head between my thighs and almost fall over from desire.

  His hands confidently move up the skin of my inner thighs, up my dress, and to the straps of my minuscule thong. In my next breath he rips my panties off, stuffs them into his jeans pocket, and then he settles into position. For good measure, he brings his hands up and around each of my thighs, gripping and squeezing my skin, before taking a deep breath of my aching, wet center that’s laid out in front of him.

  “Lawson, I was returning the favor from earlier. Please don’t feel obligated...” My voice trails off in a gasp because as soon as the last word leaves my mouth, Lawson brings a heavy hand down on one of my ass cheeks. I’m confused, breathless, and so needy I could weep.

  “Darlin’, this is the last time you’re allowed to second-guess me eating your pussy. This,” he leans in and kisses my slit, “is all for me. I’m going to make this quick because of where we are, but don’t ever doubt that I want to lick your sweetness all day, every day.”

  Oh God, we’re on the front porch. The front porch of my parents’ house. Outside.

  “But—”

  His other hand comes down swiftly on my other ass cheek. “Stop. The only words I better hear from your mouth are ‘Don’t stop,’ ‘yes, more,’ or ‘give me your cock.’ Now, where was I?”

  His hands resume their place on my thighs, and I feel my eyes roll in the back of my head when he eagerly attacks my center with his lips and tongue. When he went down on me last time, he took his time and was slow and gentle in the pursuit of helping me reach my climax. Right now, he’s voracious and determined to get me off as quickly as possible. My hands and arms tremble with the effort it takes to hold myself up. He continues to lick me, and I almost come apart when his tongue enters my tight passage. I don’t even realize that one of my hands has moved to his hair and is pushing him further into my center.

  He stops his ministrations briefly, and I want to sob at the loss of contact. “Hands back on the steps, darlin’.”

  I grip his hair tighter and try to push myself back on his lips to no avail.

  I feel the rumble of his laughter against the lips of my sex. “Oh baby, you look like you need some relief.”

  The bastard is throwing my words back in my face. I breathe deeply, and he teases me by giving me a short lick across my clit that doesn’t have nearly the amount of pressure I need.

  “I’ll take care of you,” he licks me briefly again, “if you put your hands back on the steps. Turnabout is fair play, darlin’.”

  He sounds entirely too amused and smug for his own good, but I’m past the point of caring. I need to feel his mouth on me again. With effort, I remove my hand from his hair and place it back on the step next to my other hand. As soon as my hand touches down on the worn wood, I hear Lawson’s groan of approval as he dives right back into my pussy and licks me as if he never paused.

  “Please, don’t stop,” I beg.

  My words spur him on, and he thrusts his tongue back inside of me more strongly than before. I’m grinding down onto his lips, my legs still on either side of his head, seeking as much contact as I can. I almost cry when he removes his tongue, but I almost scream in pleasure when he moves those luscious lips around my clit and sucks harder than he’s done before. The intense suction makes me slam my eyes shut because my senses are on overdrive.

  He briefly lets up on his suction to circle and flick my clit with his tongue. I’m right on the edge of my orgasm when he inserts two fingers deep inside of me as he circles and flicks, circles and flicks, circles and fucking flicks. I tiptoe the line of pleasure and tip right over into ecstasy overload when he crooks his fingers inside me, spanks my ass hard with his free hand, and returns to sucking my clit in a way that makes it feel like pulsing jets are massaging me over and over again. I can’t help the shout that escapes as I come all over his face, the pleasure so intense that I’m not sure if I want to press myself more firmly against his lips or lift myself away from the pressure.

  Lawson makes the decision for me when he sits up and carries my body with him. He stands and I have enough presence of mind to marvel at his strength as he lifts me over his shoulder, one hand cupping my pussy and the other
holding my lower back in place, and walks to the side of the house. As he steps into the shadows, he moves me so I’m pressed against the wall and he wraps my legs around his waist. I don’t know what it is about this man and pinning me against walls, but I fucking love it.

  Lawson

  I feel myself losing control as I pin Mac against the wall with my hips, my cock throbbing and heavy. If I hadn’t unzipped earlier, I’m pretty sure it would’ve punched a hole through my jeans. I look at her beautiful face, still flushed and rosy from her orgasm, and feel pride at the way she came apart against my mouth. I can’t wait to do it again and have her at my mercy in a fucking bed. For now, I have to sate the raging lust I feel and can’t wait any longer.

  I push Mac’s arms to the side and give her a hard kiss as I grind against her still wet pussy. She kisses me back hungrily, and I’m turned on even more at the thought that she can probably taste herself on my tongue and she not only doesn’t give a fuck, she kisses me with increasing fervor. I take one hand and guide my cock out of the confines of my briefs before rubbing it up and down her slit a couple times.

  “Give me your cock,” she begs in a whisper.

  I smirk as I drive into her and take immense satisfaction in her sharp cry of pleasure. She’s incredibly wet from my mouth and her orgasm, but her pussy still grips my thick length so tightly, so perfectly. I told her on the front steps that this would be quick because of where we are, and I intend to keep that promise. I roughly piston in and out of her tight sheath with hard, heavy pounds as cries of passion spill from her lips.

  “Yes, more,” she gasps over and over. Fuck, it’s so hot that she listened to my command earlier. I haven’t heard her say anything else and decide she deserves a reward for being such a good girl. I don’t let up my pace as I pound into her, but I take one hand from her hip and move it in between our joined bodies. I quickly locate her swollen clit and start to rub it vigorously. Her moans increase in volume and her breathing becomes even more labored.