Guilty Sin

by Chelle Bliss

  I wondered what he tasted like and if his cock felt as velvety smooth as it looked. Alese moaned around his shaft with a hint of a smile like she knew exactly what she was doing and what would happen next.

  Ret shivered as he glanced down, and he drew in a sharp breath. “Lie back,” he told her, releasing his grip on her scalp.

  Alese crawled backward with her legs spread, never turning her back on Ret. The hunger in his eyes deepened, and his cock bobbed and weaved, hanging freely from his body with no mouth or hands to support its weight as he moved.

  I kept my hands to myself, but I was dying to touch one of them. I’d missed contact, soft and gentle sweeps across the skin that sent goose bumps scattering in all directions. It had been so long since I’d had that type of touch, and I craved it just as much as I wanted to kneel at someone’s feet.

  I stayed where I was as Alese lay back on the bed and Ret crawled between her legs, nudging her thighs farther apart with his knees.

  He glanced at me, and I blushed when his eyes lingered on my breasts longer than I expected. “Touch your nipples.”

  I looked up, my eyes wide as he gazed at me. “Me?” I asked like a complete idiot.

  He nodded with a slight grin. “Yes, you, Nya. Unless you’re not comfortable with me…”

  I didn’t let him finish the statement as I slid my hand to my breasts, sweeping my fingers across my nipples and showing him I was completely comfortable.

  “Pinch them lightly,” he said.

  I sucked in a breath, knowing my nipples had always been sensitive. I closed the tips of my fingers around the bud and applied some pressure. I closed my eyes as I dropped my head back, loving the tingling sensation that cascaded over my skin.

  “Touch only your breasts until I say otherwise.”

  My eyes flew open, growing wide. Don’t touch myself in any other way? That was torture, and soon, with the gentle pull of my fingers, I’d be dripping with need with no relief in sight unless he gave his approval.

  “Ret, please,” I whimpered and pouted.

  “Do as I say, and you’ll be rewarded,” he promised, keeping his eyes trained on my hands as he made himself comfortable between Alese’s legs. “You’re so wet already, baby.” He flickered his eyes up her body as he skidded his fingers across her core.

  “There’s something so hot about this,” she said, finishing on a moan as his fingers drifted across her clit.

  I watched his hand as he coated his fingers with her need, moving so slowly it verged on pleasurable torture. But at least Alese was being touched, stroked in all the right places, while I teased my own nipples, wanting to dip my fingers between my legs but didn’t dare.

  I sat up, tucking my feet underneath me and needing more as I watched Ret push two fingers inside Alese, slowly filling her. My pussy constricted and ached, wishing to feel the same fullness Alese was enjoying while I rocked back and forth on my knees. Using both hands, I pinched my nipples, yanking on them lightly and rolling the tips between my fingertips, alternating the pressure and sensation to stop myself from going mad with lust.

  Alese lifted her ass off the bed, offering her pussy to Ret as he thrust his fingers deeper. “You want to come?” he asked her, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from yelling yes.

  “Come on, baby. Gimme your mouth,” she pleaded. “I was a good girl.” She turned her head and peered over at me with a sinful smirk.

  She was good. Their relationship was equal parts push and pull, both of them using every tool in their arsenal to get what they wanted, while keeping the other person happy too.

  Ret followed her eyes, glancing at me as I toyed with my nipples and tried to control my ragged breathing. “Spread your legs. Let Alese see how beautiful you are.”

  Oh God. In the dim lighting of the club’s private room, this was easier…less personal and up close. But in the bedroom, only a few feet away with every light shining overhead, it gave everyone a perfect view.

  I gave my nipple another tug, feeling the wetness between my legs and knowing they were about to see how turned on I was. I held my breath and spread my knees, giving them both a full view of my pussy.

  “She’s breathtaking,” Alese said, making my face heat.

  Their eyes were on me as Ret’s fingers continued to fill her pussy, moving in slower, longer strokes than before. “Look how wet she is,” Ret said and dragged his tongue across his bottom lip.

  I squirmed and sucked in a breath, wishing his tongue were dragging across my clit, lapping up my wetness.

  “Keep your legs open, and keep playing with your breasts,” he told me before bringing his mouth down on Alese’s clit, closing his lips around it as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her.

  I felt my eyes roll back as she moaned. The sensations and need that had been building inside me intensified. I felt like I was ready to pop as my body trembled, and I wasn’t sure if I could take much more.

  He licked her pussy, not missing a single inch of her flesh as he drove her closer to the edge, thrusting his fingers hard and faster. Her fingers curled into the comforter, fisting the material in her palms. “Fuck,” she gasped when he pulled away, leaving her empty and panting.

  “You want some?” Ret asked as I almost fell forward, gasping right along with her.

  I hadn’t noticed I’d started to lean forward, drawn to the sights and sounds of her ecstasy. “Me?” I asked, stilling my hands, but continuing to hold my nipples tightly.

  “You can stay there, or you can move closer if you trust me enough to touch you.”

  God, I trusted him. I trusted them both. I was so out of my mind with lust that I didn’t hesitate another second as I scooted closer, unsure what else to do.

  “Lie down next to Alese,” he said as he sat up, positioning his legs underneath his body like I had done.

  His cock was hard, sticking straight up, and I wanted so badly to feel the velvety hardness against my skin. But I was turned on, and I was going to do whatever he asked if it meant the throbbing between my legs would go away.

  I glanced at Alese, letting a moment of fear flash through my mind until I lay back and she laced her fingers with mine. “Don’t worry, Nya. This is his specialty.”

  “What is?” I asked as my heart started to pound faster, louder than before.

  “Finger-fucking.” I formed a perfect O with my lips as she smiled. “He’s a master at it.”

  “If you need me to stop, just say ‘Red.’”

  I nodded, swallowing down the fear that hid just beneath the surface of my lust. Slowly he lowered his hand to my knee and waited for me to adjust to being touched by someone else and naked.

  No one had touched me since Diego, and more than anything, I wanted to rid myself of every memory of him. When I closed my eyes, I didn’t want to see his face. I wanted new memories, new sensations, new orgasms to wipe away every remnant of him.

  “Good?” Ret asked as Alese squeezed my fingers.

  “Yes,” I said without my voice cracking.

  Ret smiled, and my insides warmed. “Close your eyes if you want. Just enjoy this, and don’t hesitate to stop me.”

  “Yes, Sir, but I’d like to watch,” I told him. “And I’m okay.”

  He gave me a quick nod before looking at Alese. “Same goes for you too, baby. Play with those beautiful tits.”

  I smiled, loving that I wasn’t the only one touching myself. His hand moved, and I sucked in a breath, waiting for the moment when he put his hands between my legs.

  The pressure of his grip increased the higher up my thigh his hand moved. Gently he pushed against my inner thigh, telling me to open to him. I’d been so wrapped up in my nipples and the anticipation, I’d almost forgotten to give him access to the one part of my body I wanted him to touch the most.

  “Jesus, you’re both so wet for me,” he said as I bent my knees, touching Alese’s.

  I licked my lips, dying to feel the roughness of his hands against my skin. Slowly, he moved

his hand higher, and just when I thought he was never going to touch me there, he glided his fingertips through my wetness.

  I gasped at the softness and the warmth of his skin as he raked his fingers across me. I widened my legs in a silent plea for him to keep touching me. I tightened my fingers around Alese’s, and I lifted my bottom off the bed as he skated his finger across my clit, sending shockwaves through my system.

  There was hesitancy in his touch. Maybe he was as scared as I was, unsure if this was the right thing to do but unable to stop at the same time. The lust outweighed any anxiety I felt about taking this step. I wanted Ret, needing his hands on me to quench the achy desire between my legs.

  The thick muscles of his arms flexed as he moved his hands against my body and Alese’s simultaneously. I kept my eyes locked on him, moving across his beautiful bare chest, impressive arms, and handsome face. He was watching me, studying my every movement and trying to find subtle cues that I was panicking, but I wasn’t. With Alese, he was doing the opposite. His fingers were buried deep inside her, rocking in and out of her body in a steady rhythm.

  “Touch me,” I said, giving him full permission. “I want this. I want you. I want what you’re giving her.”

  His eyes darkened, burning with as much lust as I felt coursing through my system. Those must’ve been the words he needed to hear because his soft touches became firmer and more confident.

  I closed my eyes and just let myself be in the moment, enjoying the feel of his hands against me. He flattened his fingers, sliding them against my wetness and coating them in my arousal. My stomach tightened as a new wave of excitement washed over me when the tips of his fingers explored my middle.

  I sucked in a breath, keeping my eyes closed as he pushed a single finger inside. The pace was agonizingly slow, but delicious too. His thumb brushed against my clit, and I squirmed, wanting more. He pulled his finger out, and I was about to complain when a second prodded my opening. I exhaled, tipping my hips upward, inviting him to plunge his fingers inside me.

  My pussy ached to be filled, stretched by someone who wanted to bring me nothing but pleasure. The painful throb disappeared as soon as he pushed two thick fingers inside, stretching me.

  I moaned as my pussy contracted around his fingers, loving every minute of his touch and wanting more. Slowly, he moved his fingers, curling them upward and stroking my G-spot.

  Every fear I had fell away, replaced by the urgency to come, chasing the orgasm I wanted and needed more than air. I opened my eyes, making myself remember this was Ret and not Diego. I had to keep myself in the moment and firmly in reality. Ret’s touch alone should’ve been enough. Diego never touched me so gently, but I opened my eyes anyway.

  “Alese, get up and get on your knees,” Ret said as his fingers slipped out of her but remained deep inside me.

  Alese moved quickly, planting the side of her head against the comforter and facing me. She presented him her ass, smiling and staring at me as I turned to face her. We stared at each other for a second, but I glanced back at Ret just as he pressed the tip of his cock between her legs and thrust into her.

  I bit my lip and moaned as he filled her and pushed his fingers deeper inside me too. He rocked against her body, finger-fucking me too, in the same fast-paced rhythm. He curled his fingers inside me, stroking my insides and massaging my G-spot, driving me closer to the edge of bliss.

  “Yes!” I chanted as my toes curled and my body tightened. “Yes!”

  He sped up his hips, pummeling her pussy over and over again as his fingers rocked against my insides, bringing me more pleasure than I ever knew possible.

  Two swipes of his thumb over my clit had my back arching off the bed as the orgasm slammed into me. I gasped for air as colors exploded behind my eyes and every nerve in my body sprang to life, rocking me to the core. Aftershocks rattled through me as his fingers slowed, eventually stilling, but never leaving my body.

  On his knees before me with Alese still facedown on the bed, Ret smacked her ass so hard her body lurched forward. It was enough to send her over the edge in a howling orgasm, which he followed. I watched as their expressions morphed, the pull of pleasure too intense to keep a straight face. They were at their most vulnerable, riding the waves of pleasure at my side.

  I watched, mesmerized by the scene before me, listening to Ret moan her name before his body stilled. I whimpered when his fingers left my body and he rolled to his side with Alese between us.

  I smiled as I stared up at the ceiling, my heart sputtering in my chest and my muscles too weak to move. I’d let another man touch me, and I didn’t freak out. But that wasn’t hard with Ret.

  “Yeah, that was…” Alese said, sucking in a breath and swallowing. “Yeah.”

  “I know,” I whispered, knowing exactly what she meant when she really didn’t say anything at all.

  For the first time in months, I felt nothing but joy, contentment, and serenity.

  17

  Ret

  “I think I fucked up,” I told James, sitting across from him inside his office the next afternoon.

  He leaned back, blowing out a long, drawn-out breath because I wasn’t the first person to utter those words to him. “What happened?”

  “Nya.”

  He pulled his hand down his face, letting out a strangled groan. “What about her?”

  “So.” I hunched over with my elbows resting on my knees and stared at the floor. “We may have slept with her.” I closed my eyes and grimaced, waiting for James to jump over the desk and knock me on my ass.

  The wheels on his chair squeaked against the plastic carpet protector. “We?”

  “Yeah.” I lifted my head just enough to see he was still seated, which was a good sign. So far, James and I didn’t have to come to blows over something I did inside my bedroom.

  James and I had an understanding about sex. As members of the same club, often seeing each other and the other’s woman in very little clothing, we never talked about sex at work. What happened at the club, stayed at the club. We were different people there. The two lives never crossed, and so far, we’d been good at maintaining the separation.

  “The three of us,” I said and finally brought my eyes to his. I wasn’t scared of James. Not of his power, at least, but he was my boss, and I didn’t want to put the business in jeopardy.

  “Oh,” he said, sounding more shocked than pissed.

  “I’m sorry.” My facial expression wasn’t a frown, but I wasn’t smiling either. I didn’t know what the fuck to say or how to look because I’d never done something as stupid as that in my entire life. Business and pleasure never mixed in my line of work, but then, I’d never rescued someone either.

  “Did she want it?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  “Interesting.” His eyebrows shot up as his head jerked back. “She’s full of surprises.”

  “That’s one way of putting it.”

  He laced his fingers together before resting them on the desk. “What happens in your house is your business. The doctor gave her the all clear. We are no longer employed by the Halsteads, and Nya isn’t our client either. She is willingly staying with you, and you didn’t force yourself on her, right?”

  “That’s a laughable statement. You know me better than that.”

  “I know, man. Like we’ve said before, some shit isn’t meant for the office, and it’s no one’s business but your own.”

  I nodded in assent because that had always been our agreement, but I felt this situation was different from any other we’d been put in before.

  Before James could respond, there was a light knock on the door. Angel walked in, face ashen and without a smile. “Ret,” she said softly as I turned.

  My stomach dropped as soon as my eyes met hers. “What happened?”

  Angel was always our ray of sunshine. The single bright light in the office every day. No matter how crazy shit got, she always kept her cool, sprinkling her happiness everywhere she could.

  She stepped into the room, still holding the door handle, and swallowed hard before she blew out a breath. “I just took a call that Alese is being transported to Tampa General. You need to go there now.”

  I was on my feet, pushing Angel out of the way and ignoring James as he yelled after me. I barely remembered running through the office as everything passed by in a blur.

  The palm trees whizzed by like feathers in the wind as I weaved in and out of traffic, heading toward the hospital and breaking every speed limit along the way without giving two fucks about any of it. My hands shook, and no matter how tightly I wrapped them around the steering wheel, nothing stopped the fear from seeping into my bones and simultaneously wrapping around my neck like a noose.

  I tried to steady my breathing. “She’s fine.” I repeated those words to myself as I pulled into the emergency room parking lot, put the car in park, and almost forgot to turn the damn thing off before I sprinted toward the door.

  “Alese Winters,” I told the nurse, trying to play it cool when I was pretty sure she could see my heart beating right through my shirt.

  “Ret!”

  I turned and saw Nya running in my direction with her cheeks covered in tears and her eyes practically swollen shut. “Nya.” I wrapped her in my arms as she collided with my chest. “What happened?” As I searched her face, I pushed back the hair clinging to her wet cheeks.

  “We were…” She sucked in a breath, practically hyperventilating and shaking uncontrollably. “We were walking…” Her voice trembled and her lip quivered as she stared up at me with tears spilling down her face.

  “Slow down.” I pulled her closer, trying to comfort her even though I’d never been very good at the tender things. “Is Alese okay?”

  “A car.” She clutched my shirt and held on tight, balling the fabric in her fists. “It hit her in the crosswalk,” she whispered so softly, I thought I heard her wrong. “I don’t know how it missed me.”

  I had to remind myself to breathe as my chest seized and my muscles locked. “Is she okay?” I asked again, but this time, my jaw was clenched and my teeth mashed together because I realized the answer to my question might not be something I wanted to hear.

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