Six Nights of Sin- The Complete Series

by Ellis O Day

  This was fun. Sexy and fun. “I’m sure you do, but not always getting your way is good for you. I swear. It’ll help you build character.”

  “I have enough character.” His eyes dropped back to her breasts. “What are you going to give me for, did you ever have pets?”

  That was a no brainer. “My skirt.” She got off the couch and stood in front of him, turning around. Her breathing hitched as his hand trailed up her leg and over her ass to the zipper. God, she was wet, dripping. The sound of the zipper coming down filled the room and the cloth slid down her legs, making her shiver.

  “Turn around.” His voice was thick and heavy.

  She turned and a wave of pure lust burst through her at the hard desire on his face. She wanted him. She wanted this. She was done with the game. “Do you want me?”

  His eyes shot to her face. “Of course, I want you.” He glanced down at the huge bulge in his pants. “Painfully so.”

  “For that question, you get my bra.”

  Desire sparked and consumed his gaze, as he reached for her.

  “No.” She shifted away from his grasp. “Let me.”

  He leaned against the couch, his cock straining at his pants and his eyes on her breasts as she unclasped her bra. She held it, concealing herself for a moment before dropping it with her other clothes. “Do you have a question for me?” She wanted him naked.

  It took him a moment to realize what she was asking and then his eyes lowered to the juncture of her thighs. “Are you wet?”

  “Soaked. Does that make you happy?”

  He kicked off his shoes and socks before standing, his chest almost touching hers. “Yes.”

  She hesitated at removing her underwear, her hands shaking for the first time in several minutes. Removing this was removing the last barrier between them.

  He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, his hot breath causing her to shiver. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

  She turned her face so their lips were only a hair’s breadth away. “Yes.”

  And his mouth was on hers, hard and firm, coaxing her to open to him and she did. He pulled her close, pushing his tongue into her mouth and her hands wrapped around him, settling in his hair, holding him to her. He deepened the kiss, each thrust of his tongue making her pussy clench, wanting the same attention. His hands roamed her body, seeming to be everywhere at once—her ass, her back, her breasts. She pressed against him, trying to get as close as possible. His lips left her mouth to trail kisses down her face to her neck. This was what she’d wanted, dreamt about. He sucked on a sensitive spot on her neck and her back arched pushing herself against his hardness. He moved farther down, his mouth hot and wet as it came closer and closer to her breasts. Her nipples were puckered, begging for him. She thrust forward as his tongue, rough and hot, circled her nipple before his mouth came down hard, sucking and flicking with his tongue. Her knees buckled but his strong arms kept her on her feet, pressed against him. His mouth moved to her other breast as his hand skimmed along her ass, rubbing her against his erection. She lifted her leg, wrapping it around him. She had to get closer. She needed him closer. He grasped her thigh and pushed it down as he bent, kissing his way southward until he was kneeling before her. He gripped her thighs and stared up at her, his eyes dark with desire. Her legs trembled in anticipation and she steadied herself with her hands in his thick hair.

  He kissed her hip bone and then a quick, hard kiss to her mound. She twitched, pushing her pussy toward his face. She was so close already. It’d only take another touch or two and she’d come.

  “Please,” she said, unable to find any other words.

  He ignored her, pulling her underwear down her hips, slowly, as he kissed and licked his way down one leg. She stepped out of the panties and he tossed them aside, his hot, wet mouth and tongue kissing its way up her other thigh. His hand tugged on her leg, lifting it.

  “I…I can’t, I’ll fall.” She had terrible balance on a good day, but today her legs were barely keeping her up as it was.

  He lifted her, his hands under her ass and turned, placing her on the couch. He pulled her forward and raised her legs to his shoulders. She tried to calm down, enjoy the sensations but she knew as soon as he kissed her…there, it’d be over. She was too desperate for his touch. She leaned back her head, waiting as he gave wet, opened mouthed kisses up her thigh. He was almost there. So close but then he stopped.

  “Look at me.”

  She leaned up on her elbows and trembled at his dark, lust filled face. His cheeks were hard like a statue’s – a hot, strong, aroused statue. His eyes held hers as he kissed her inner thigh, his tongue flicking only centimeters away from where she wanted him. He turned his head and breathed across her cunt. She whimpered. She didn’t want air or hot breath, she wanted his mouth, lips, tongue all of it. She shifted her pelvis upward and one side of his mouth quirked upward.

  “Eager, aren’t we?”

  She should be embarrassed but she wasn’t. She didn’t care what he thought only what he did. “Yes, please Nick. Please.”

  He clasped her ass, holding her tight as he ran his tongue between her pussy lips. She moaned, closing her eyes and tipping back her head. He licked her again, this time, running his tongue over her little bud and her body twitched. She was close. So very close.

  “Do you like that?” The hot breath from his words made her whimper.

  “Yes. Please…again.”

  “Hold yourself open for me.”

  She leaned up on her elbows. “What?”

  “If you want more, you’ll have to help.” His finger caressed her, soft strokes and then pressing for one exquisite second on her clit. “I’m serious. I’ll stop if you—”

  “Don’t stop.” She reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips wide.

  “That’s my girl.” He lowered his face and his hot, wonderful tongue was back, licking and flicking.

  She squirmed but his grip tightened, holding her still as his tongue thrust inside of her, over and over. She moaned and her hands moved to his hair, holding him in place. “Oh, oh, yes.”

  He stopped and she opened her eyes, staring at him in confusion.

  “You have to help if you want me to continue.”

  “What?”

  He moved one of her hands off his head, kissing her palm. “Hold yourself open for me.”

  “Oh. Right. Sorry.” She spread her lower lips, displaying herself like a feast.

  “If you move your hands again, I’ll stop for good.”

  She’d die if he did that. Her body was a tight bundle of nerves. She needed release.

  “Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” She squirmed a little, hoping he’d get back to business.

  He grinned before lowering his head. He licked her again and again. Up one side and then the other. It was great but he kept missing her little bud and she really needed him there.

  “Please, Nick.” Her pelvis rocked toward him.

  He took the hint and his mouth moved to her clit, his tongue twirling around it while he slipped one finger inside of her.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.” He said against her pussy, his words sending vibrations through her as his finger thrust inside of her.

  She moaned, rocking against his hand. He added another finger, stretching her. It felt so good and then he hooked his fingers, hitting a spot inside of her that almost made her leap off the couch. His other hand came down on her abdomen, holding her in place as he did it again and again. She thrashed under his hold. It was too much, too good. She couldn’t stand it and when his lips locked on her clit and he sucked, she shot straight into orgasm. She bucked against his face, but he kept sucking and finger fucking her until her orgasm subsided. He kissed her one more time on her inner thigh and then stood, removing his pants.

  She was too tired to move, so she stayed as she was—legs spread, half off and half on the couch. She felt better than she’d ever felt but the sight of his fully engorge
d penis made a trickle of apprehension flare to life. He was big, a lot bigger than the dildo she’d been using. He tore open a condom and rolled it onto his dick. As soon as that was done, he grabbed her legs and shifted her so she was completely on the couch. He climbed on top of her and she tensed. His dick lay thick and heavy against her thigh. This wasn’t going to feel good, but she couldn’t stop. Not now. He held her head and thrust his tongue into her mouth, the games were over, the flirtation over. Desire ran too hot inside of him. He shoved her legs apart and shifted into position, his cock pushing at her entrance.

  “Relax,” he whispered in her ear.

  “I’m trying.”

  “Try harder.” There was a desperate edge to his voice.

  “I can’t relax just because you tell me to.”

  He nipped her ear and her pelvis shifted upward, as he pushed inside of her. He wasn’t in very far, but she already felt stretched. His mouth moved to her neck, finding a sensitive spot. She moaned first from pleasure and then from pain as he slammed the rest of the way inside of her. He lay there, his breath hot and heavy against her ear.

  “Finish, please.” She wanted this done. He was too big or she was too tight. Either way, it hurt but it should be over soon.

  He leaned up, the strain on his face making her feel bad. He was trying to make it good for her, but it wouldn’t be. It’d only been good with Adam.

  “It’s okay. Just finish.” She averted her eyes. This wasn’t his fault.

  He brushed the hair off her face and his lips touched hers gently as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She could taste herself on him and desire sparked again. He deepened the kiss, coaxing her to kiss him back and before she knew it, her arms were wrapped around him, her hands holding his head as her tongue sparred with his. This man could kiss. And then he moved, below, just a little. Out and then in.

  “How’s that feel? Still hurt?”

  “No.” She wasn’t lying. It didn’t hurt. Her body had gotten used to his size.

  He moved again, a little more. More out and more in. Again and again. It felt good. She thrust against him, her desire building.

  “Fuck, Sarah. You’re so tight. You feel….” He groaned as he thrust. He shifted and she moaned as he hit a spot, a wonderful place that sent sparks flying through her body. “I can’t…” His hand came down between them and he pinched her clit.

  She screamed as he shoved her over the edge into ecstasy, her hips bucking against his and her inner walls clamping down on him.

  “Oh, fuck!” He thrust twice more and shuddered, his back arching and collapsed on top of her.

  She lay there, her hand trailing up and down his spine. His hot ragged breath against her neck.

  “I’m squishing you.” He lifted.

  “No, not yet.” She pressed him back down. She liked the feel of him on her, in her. Her bones were still liquid. She didn’t feel his weight.

  He relaxed, his body pushing her into the couch as he kissed her neck. “Tell me when I’m too heavy, but it’d better be soon or I’ll fall asleep.”

  She skimmed her hands up his back as she kissed his ear. “Maybe, we should move to the bedroom.”

  He turned his face, kissing her. This one was soft and gentle with no agenda. Just a thank you.

  CHAPTER 7: SARAH

  Sarah moaned in her sleep as Adam’s hand trailed down her stomach and lightly, too lightly, over her pussy. His fingers ran up and down the sides, caressing but never touching where she needed him to. She wiggled, trying to rub against his fingers but they were elusive.

  “Please.” She needed him to touch her, to fill her. She’d missed him so much.

  “Open for me.” His fingers delved into her moistness teasing as they played with her, circling her bud but that spot needed pressure, not light, teasing touches. His morning whiskers rubbed against her neck as he whispered in her ear. “Lift your leg.”

  She obeyed, tossing her leg over his and opening herself for his penetration. He was more than ready, his erection pressed against her butt and back.

  “That’s it baby.” He kissed her neck and tore open a condom. He leaned away from her for a second and she scooted back, rubbing her ass against him. She didn’t want to lose contact with him, not even for a moment. If she did, he’d disappear again.

  “One minute, babe.” There was humor in his voice. And then he was back, pressing against her. He grasped her hip. “Don’t worry, Sarah, I’m going to fuck you hard just like you like it.”

  Her eyes flew open. This wasn’t Adam. Adam was dead. This was someone else, a stranger. In one hard push, he was inside of her and she whimpered.

  He stilled. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you.” His lips caressed her ear with his words.

  She didn’t want him. She wanted Adam, but Adam was gone and it wasn’t Nick’s fault. Still, she wanted to pull away. He didn’t belong inside of her.

  “Do you want me to stop?” He gave a small thrust as if his hips weren’t listening to his words.

  “No. I’m a little sore, that’s all.” If she told him to stop, there’d be questions and she wasn’t going to talk to him about Adam. Not ever. They were fuck buddies, nothing else.

  “Thank god.” He kissed her ear, his tongue darting inside. “I probably would’ve cried.” He thrust again. “I should’ve realized you’d be sore.” He grinned against her neck. “This is the fourth time tonight, but I’ll make it good for you. I’ll go slow and gentle. You’ll like that too. I promise.”

  She didn’t want slow. She wanted this done. “It’s okay.”

  He leaned over her and kissed her. “It’s only okay if it’s good for both of us.” He deepened the kiss as his hands adjusted her hips and he thrust again, this time a little harder, a little deeper and a better, much better angle.

  “Oh.” That felt good. She pushed back against him.

  “Found the spot, did I.” He grinned as he buried his face in her neck and thrust in and out, again and again.

  He kept hitting that one spot—the same place he’d found with his fingers—but it was so much better with his cock, hitting that bundle of nerves and sending jolts of pleasure zipping through her before joining forces and slamming back to her cunt. With every thrust, her body coiled tighter and tighter. She rocked against him, whimpers escaping her lips. Every time he hit that spot she came so close to climaxing. “Please…again…harder.”

  He did as she asked his breath coming in pants in her ear. Her hands grasped his on her hips, unwilling to let him go, let him change his position. He shoved into her harder and harder. His hand slipped out from under hers, stroking against her pussy, searching and then he pressed against her bud and held it down as he thrust into her.

  The friction, the pressure was too much. She screamed her release, her back arching, causing his thrusts to go deeper. Her body thrummed and twitched as he continued to hit that spot over and over. She wriggled, trying to get away but his hand moved from her hip to her waist, holding her in place for his continued assault.

  “Ni…” She couldn’t form the word. She couldn’t do anything but feel. She was going to die but he kept thrusting and the sensations shooting through her gathered and slammed her over the edge as another orgasm racked through her. Her muscles clasped his dick, squeezing.

  “Fuck,” he yelled as he shoved into her one more time, balls deep and grunted as his orgasm came.

  Moments later he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. “Shit, that was fantastic.”

  “Hmm.” That was the best she could do. Words were still beyond her.

  His hand trailed down her back and slipped for a moment between her butt cheeks. “I told you I was better than those other guys.”

  She stiffened. He wasn’t better than Adam. This wasn’t better than it’d been with Adam. It wasn’t. This was just great sex. With Adam there’d been love, at least on her part. A wave of sadness threatened and she pushed it aside, focusing on her anger. He shouldn’t even know about Adam. Her
thoughts stumbled to a halt. He didn’t know about Adam. He was talking about the other interview candidates.

  He rolled her over and pulled her against his side. “I’m not usually one to say I told you so, but those clowns wouldn’t have given you multiple orgasms like that.”

  Adam’s memory was too close now and it didn’t belong here in this bed. She didn’t belong here in this bed. She wanted to leave. It was probably time, but she wasn’t sure how to extricate herself at the moment. It seemed harsh to get up and leave after what they’d just done. She wrapped her arm around him, her hand caressing his chest, seeming unable to stop. He was warm and muscular and male. She’d missed men, but more importantly she’d missed Adam.

  “You my dear are wearing me out.” He yawned and kissed the top of her head. “I need a rest before the next round.”

  As soon as he was asleep she wriggled out from his hold and went into the bathroom. It was as gorgeous as the rest of the suite with a large, claw-footed tub and a separate shower. She wanted to shower, wipe Nick from her body but that sound might wake him so instead she turned on the faucet, sat on the toilet and cried. She shouldn’t have done this. Adam wouldn’t understand her being like this with a stranger. She needed to leave. She looked at her watch. She really needed to leave. It was almost four am. She stood and splashed water on her face. If Nick were awake she didn’t want him to see that she’d been crying. He didn’t deserve that.

  She wrapped a towel around herself and slipped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. He was still asleep. She went into the living room and got dressed. She hesitated at the door. It seemed wrong to sneak away like this. She grabbed a pen and notepad from the desk but the pen froze over the paper. What should she write? Thanks seemed too vague. Thanks for the fuck was honest but she couldn’t bring herself to write that. So, she quickly scrawled:

  Nick,

  See you next week.

  Sarah.

  She slipped into the night, back to her life.

  Book 2