Six Nights of Sin- The Complete Series
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“I don’t need long.” He walked over to her. “An hour at the most.”
She could manage an hour. Her heart picked up its pace. Desire filled his eyes and she squeezed her thighs together.
“I…I…can’t find the time often.”
“Three times a week.”
He was so close now she could feel the heat from his body and her nipples hardened. It was like he had a sixth sense about sex because his eyes dropped to her chest.
“Once every other week. I may be able to figure out—”
“Once a week.” He ran his thumb over her breast, playing with her nipple through her blouse.
“Okay.” She shouldn’t have agreed without talking to Maisie, but she’d figure something out if her sister refused. “I’m not sure which day though.”
“That’s fine. Let me know on Saturday or let Ethan know.”
She nodded, her breathing becoming labored.
“I want to meet earlier on Saturday too.” He leaned down and kissed her neck.
She shivered and tipped her head to the side, giving his talented lips better access. “I can be there by six.” When they’d first discussed it, Lisa had said she could arrive by five.
“Can you make it earlier?” His lips teased her ear and his tongue darted inside.
“No. Sorry.” She grasped his shirt, feeling his heat and his muscles.
“Too bad. Nine hours won’t be nearly enough.” His hand grabbed her breast, squeezing and she whimpered.
“Same place,” she asked.
“Saturday and next week, yes.” He moved closer, his other hand pulling her against him, into his arousal. She wriggled her hips, rubbing against him and he inhaled sharply.
“What about this week?” She was pretty sure she knew the answer.
He picked her up, his hands under her ass and carried her across the room.
“Right here. Right now.” He put her down and moved behind her, pushing her top half onto the table.
“Here?” She squeaked but her arousal hitched into overdrive. “Anyone can walk in.” Like that girl had done before.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I know.” He rubbed his erection against her ass and then straightened.
“Lock the…” Her words died as his hands trailed up the outside of her legs pulling her skirt with them.
“Did you wear these for me?” He cupped her ass.
She’d started to say no, that she always wore sexy underwear but his thumbs dipped between her cheeks skimming downward and the lie disappeared. “Yes.”
“Thank you.” He bent, and kissed her ass, first one cheek and then the other, as his fingers drifted along the sides of her pussy. “You’re already soaked.”
She arched her back, pushing herself toward him. She needed him to touch her, now, but his fingers stayed inches away from where she wanted them, needed them. She shifted again and he nipped her butt.
“Hey!”
He licked where he’d bitten her—his tongue hot and wet. She moaned, reaching back to touch him. He yanked the black lace panties down her legs and she kicked them away. She didn’t want anything between them. He unzipped his pants as he shoved her legs apart and stepped between them. His dick, hot and hard, pushed against her ass before finding its way between her thighs. She arched her back, trying to get closer to him, to what she wanted and he pushed her legs even farther apart, as he pulled her away from the table a few inches. He thrust, his cock stroking along her cunt and she moaned. He was so hot and so hard.
“Again. Please. Nick.”
He rocked against her as his hand wrapped into her hair, pulling back her head. “I’m going to fuck you now. Hard and fast.” He rubbed his cock against her clit. “If someone comes in,”—he panted in her ear—“they’re going to see a show because I’m not going to stop.”
She glanced at the door. People did shows at this club but that wasn’t her thing. “Please, lock the door.”
“No.” He nipped her ear. “You’d better do exactly as I say, or I’m going to call for a maid.”
“Don’t.” She tried to get up. She’d lock the door herself, but his weight kept her from moving.
“Hold still.” His other hand moved to her pussy and he stroked her as he rubbed his dick through her wetness. “No matter what you feel…do…not…move.” With each word, his finger tapped her little bud, sending shockwaves of desire through her.
“Please.” Her body was tensing. She was so close. She shifted against his hand.
“Do that again and I swear I’ll get everyone within hearing distance in her.”
She froze, but she couldn’t stop the trembling as he continued to stroke her. His fingers and his dick working in tandem to keep the sensations zipping through her body. She struggled not to move, not to come because if she came, there was no stopping her body from moving.
“That’s a good girl.” His breathing was ragged. He was close too and that meant this exquisite torture was almost over.
He let go of her hair and stepped back. “Don’t move.”
She lay there, half resting on the table with her legs spread wide. The idea of him staring at her like this made wetness run down her thighs and she rubbed against the table.
“I saw that,” he said.
“Please, Nick.”
“Please Nick, what?” His hand caressed her ass. “Don’t call everyone in here or please Nick, fuck me?”
“Please Nick, fuck me.” Right now, all she wanted was him inside of her.
There was the tearing of a condom wrapper and then he was back. His hand tangled in her hair again and she winced as he pulled her head backward but then his lips found her neck and he sucked as he shoved inside of her, filling her. She moaned – partially from the intrusion, she was still sore from the other night, but mostly because this was exactly what she’d wanted, needed.
He rocked into her and she pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. His hands moved to her hips, adjusting her position and she almost screamed as he found a rhythm and position that hit all the right spots inside of her while his pressure and motion caused her clit to rub against the table.
“Oh, yes. There. Please.”
He thrust. “Here.” He shifted and thrust again. “Or here.”
“Oh, God! There. Harder.”
“Or here wins.” He slammed into her over and over.
“Don’t stop. Please.” She no longer cared where they were. She didn’t care if a hundred people walked in. She still wouldn’t want him to stop.
He grabbed her hair again and he pulled her back as he leaned down. “Come for me, baby.” He kept pushing into her. His cock seeming to get longer and harder with each thrust.
His words pushed her over the edge and she convulsed, her body bucking and her pussy clamping down on his dick, trying to milk it for its seed.
He thrust into her another couple of times and groaned as he came, collapsing on top of her. “Fuck.”
“I think we covered that.” She liked the feel of his strong body wrapped around her, inside of her. She didn’t want to move. Ever.
He kissed her ear as he stood. “That we did.”
CHAPTER 4: NICK
At the first knock, Nick opened the door. Just the thought of Sarah had made him hard. His nostrils flared when he saw her. Everything but lust left his brain and body.
She had her hair pulled up in an elegant chignon and she wore a sexy black dress that hugged her curves. She looked sophisticated, untouchable and he wanted her on her knees sucking his cock. He frowned slightly as his gaze landed on her shoes—flats again. He stepped aside. He’d make her take them off. Bare feet were sexy.
“Hi,” she said as she slipped past him.
He inhaled sharply as her breast brushed against his arm. That’d been on purpose. He’d given her plenty of room. Someone wanted to tease. He was more than up for that. He closed the door, leaning against it. “Take off your clothes.”
She tur
ned and smiled at him. “No. You called the shots the last time at the club. Tonight, I’m in charge.”
“Okay. I’ll play.” He grinned. He enjoyed sex games and this one promised to be interesting.
She pointed to the couch. “Sit your sexy ass down.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled as he moved to the couch and sat.
She went to the liquor cabinet and made them both a drink. Her hand shook as she gulped down a large swallow of hers.
“You haven’t ever done this, have you?” he asked.
She carried the drinks over and handed him his. “That obvious, huh?”
“A little.”
“Oh.” She seemed to deflate and it tugged at his heart.
“It’s okay. Everything’s new for all of us at some point.” He took a sip of his drink and stretched his arm along the back of the couch. “Do what you like, what makes you feel good.” His gazed skimmed over her chest and rested on the juncture between her legs. “What makes you wet.” She’d better hurry or he’d take over. His dick was already pressing uncomfortably against his zipper.
“I’ll try but…if you don’t like something—”
“I’ll like anything you do.” His eyes met hers. “And if for some reason I don’t, I’ll let you know. Just like you’re to let me know if I do anything you don’t like. Honesty between us - always.”
She smiled shyly. “Okay.” She tossed back the rest of her drink and set the glass on the coffee table. “I bought these for you.” She stepped out of her flats and took some sexy-as-hell high heels out of her bag. She glanced at him as she turned sideways and lifted her left leg.
It was the one closest to him and her position made her dress slide toward her hips, giving him a good view of her long leg. The dark green garter belt, holding up the sheer stockings, caused his dick to harden even more. He tugged on his pants. If she weren’t careful, her little game was going to end soon. She put that foot down and replaced it with the other one. He almost groaned. Her inner thigh was begging for him to kiss it. He leaned forward, his hand travelling up her left leg and his mouth aiming for her right. It’d been too long since he’d tasted her and he was going to fix that right now.
She slapped his hand and shoved his shoulder, pushing him toward the couch. “Did I say you could touch?”
“What?” He frowned at her. She had to be kidding.
“Don’t touch, unless I tell you to.” She finished buckling the shoe and moved her foot to the floor. “Or do I have to tie you up?”
His eyes locked with hers as desire slammed through him. He almost grabbed her and fucked her right there, but the mischievousness in her eyes halted him. She was having fun. He shifted to ease the pressure in his pants. He could handle a little more. “No ma’am. I’ll behave.”
“Good.” She stepped closer and gave his foot a little kick.
He spread his legs. She moved between them and bent, displaying her breasts. His mouth watered and his hands itched to touch them. Her fingers lifted his chin so he was forced to look in her eyes. She smiled and her soft lips pressed against his. He grasped the couch, holding on tight because he wanted to shove his hands in her hair, removing her chignon and letting her hair hang down over her shoulders. Her tongue skimmed across his lips and he forced himself to remain passive.
“You can kiss me back,” she said, a slight pout in her tone.
“I wasn’t sure.”
“Well, you can.” She kissed him again and this time he didn’t hold back.
He leaned forward, his hands cupping her face and positioning her for the best access. His tongue thrust into her mouth, meeting hers and tangling together, reminding her of exactly what he wanted to do to her body, would do to her body. A few moments later when her hands pushed his arms down and she pulled back, he almost snarled. He hadn’t been done kissing her yet, not by a long shot.
She stepped back. “Close your legs.”
He tossed back the rest of his drink, anything to cool his blood, and did as she commanded. She moved forward, hands on his shoulders as she straddled his lap. His dick leaped and his hips came up, thrusting his cock against her.
“Oh,” she moaned as she pushed down against him and rocked. “You…weren’t supposed to do that.”
His hands trailed up her legs, pushing her dress out of his way as his fingers brushed against her pussy. She was soaked and he needed to get out of his pants and into her.
“Don’t touch.” She slapped him again.
His jaw clenched. This was getting old.
“You agreed. I’m in charge tonight.”
“For now.”
“For tonight.”
His eyes met hers. There was no way she was staying in charge all night but there was no reason to argue. He’d hold out as long as he could, but he hadn’t had sex since their renegotiation and he was about ready to blow. He nodded and she smiled, making his heart skip a beat. He’d do his best to let her finish her game.
Her hands moved from his shoulders down his chest, exploring. As her fingers skimmed over his abdomen he tipped back his head, his hands clenched at his sides. If she didn’t touch him soon, he’d beg. He never begged but tonight he would. He needed to feel her hands on him that badly. Her fingers dipped into his pants but all she did was tug his shirt free.
“Tease,” he said.
She kissed his neck, licking and sucking. He moaned and his hands skimmed down her back for one quick trip and then moved back to the couch, grasping the cloth.
“Raise your arms,” she whispered against his ear.
If she stuck her tongue in his ear, it was over. Game time was done.
“Raise your arms,” she repeated. “Or do you want me to stand up.” She rubbed against him for emphasis, like he didn’t know what he’d be losing.
He lifted his arms and she pulled his shirt up and over his head.
“Good boy.”
He started to argue that he wasn’t a boy but then her hands were exploring and he forgot about everything but her cool hands on his hot flesh, her nails scraping along his skin followed by her lips and tongue. She was touching him everywhere except where he needed it most.
He thrust up, against her. “Unzip my pants.”
“Not yet.” She kissed him hard on the lips.
He grabbed her arms, holding her in place but as soon as she stopped kissing him, he let go. This was her game, her rules and for her he could hold out a little longer. She stood and he reached for her, his instincts screaming to tear her underwear off and bring her back to his lap, but he stopped before he touched her.
“Good boy.” Her eyes sparkled at him.
“I’m not a boy or a damn dog. Get back over here.” He was about done with this. If he didn’t get out of his pants soon his dick was going to have zipper prints permanently embedded in it.
“Not yet.” She took a step back and her hands went to her zipper.
His breath froze in his chest. It was time. There was no way he’d be able to keep from touching her, fucking her once she was naked.
CHAPTER 5: SARAH
Sarah’s fingers fumbled with the zipper. She was soaking wet and he felt so good pushing against her but she wanted to delay this a little longer. She was having fun torturing him. She slid the zipper down and shimmied out of the dress. His eyes raked over her slowly and his face hardened. She didn’t have much more time before he snapped.
“Give me your foot?”
“What?” He shook his head. “Never mind. Which one?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
He raised his leg and she turned around and stepped over his knee, keeping one foot on each side. She bent at the waist. Her face heated as she began to untie his shoe. He had a perfect view of her ass. The black and green thong wasn’t going to hide much. His ragged breathing filled the room. She pulled off his shoe and sock.
“You can lower your leg now.”
He did.
“Give me the other one.”
He obeyed and she moved to stand over this leg like the last one, bending again to remove his shoe. Her knees almost buckled as his fingers skimmed over her ass and his hot breath seeped into the crease as both his hands grasped onto her hips.
“No touching.” The words came out as a pant.
“I’m helping. I know you’re unsteady in those shoes.”
“Okay.” She was unsteady but more importantly she didn’t want him to let go.
His thumbs drew circles on her cheeks as she pulled off his shoe and sock. When his open-mouth kiss landed on her ass and his tongue delved into the crease she tightened her grasp on his foot, anything to keep from falling face first into the coffee table.
“Stop that.” He sat up, a burst of laughter coming from him.
She glanced at him, over her shoulder. “You’re ticklish.” That was the last thing she’d expected.
“I am not.” He grabbed her hips again, pulling her toward him, but she had a weapon now.
She tapped her fingers along the sole of his foot and his leg twitched, trying to free his foot from her, as he started laughing.
“Stop it.”
“Oh, no.” She did it again and his arm wrapped around her waist, hauling her down to the couch and against his chest. “That’s cheating,” she said as she struggled to free herself.
“And tickling me isn’t.” His fingers poked along her side. “I can tickle you too.”
“Stop,” she laughed as his fingers found the spot. She squirmed and then stilled as her butt rubbed against his erection.
His hands moved to her thighs, spreading them apart.
“Thanks for the heels. They’re hot as hell.” His fingers drifted toward her pussy, but stopped only inches away. “Can I touch?” He nipped her ear.
Oh, she wanted to say “yes” but then her time in control would be over. “No.”
His sharp intake of breath almost made her laugh. He hadn’t expected that. His fingers skimmed over her underwear.
“Are you sure? You’re soaking wet.” His words caressed her ear as he stroked her pussy. “Are you positive you want me to stop?”