Sinful (Undone)

by Jennifer Dawson

  Then he just looks at me, really looks at me.

  I’ve never had a man study me like he’s trying to memorize every inch.

  He puts his big palms high on my inner thighs and presses down, spreading me wider. He shakes his head. “Christ.”

  And then his mouth is on me, licking over my clit and I moan in a loud, strained voice. I would have bowed off the bed but his hands won’t let me.

  His tongue is torture. Heaven and hell all rolled together.

  It’s not long before I’m straining under his mouth and that relentless, urgent need is building inside me. I chant his name, like he’s my god, and right now that isn’t far from the truth. I’ve never been so wanton, so desperate. So absolutely consumed.

  His teeth scrape across my flesh and he sucks on my clit and I scream, “Oh god, stop!” just before the climax drags me under.

  He raises his head, moves over me, and his lips cover mine.

  My essence fills my senses, as the taste of his mouth, the taste of me, rolls over my tongue.

  We kiss, and it’s the deepest, dirtiest kiss I’ve ever experienced. I get lost, until I realize I’m rubbing my slick flesh over his stomach and am once again about to come. I still my questing body and pull back. “Leo, please.”

  “Tell me what you want.” His lips trail over my skin.

  “You know.”

  “I do.” His teeth nip at my pounding pulse. “Say it.”

  I’m loud and boisterous but I’ve never really talked dirty to anyone before and the words stutter across my lips. “I-I can’t take any more.”

  “What do you want, Jillian?”

  I’m too desperate to give it more thought. “Fuck me.”

  His mouth moves to the shell of my ear. “I’m going to take you hard.”

  I surge and pulse beneath him.

  He laughs. “And rough.”

  I gasp and groan.

  He straightens, toes off his shoes, before unzipping his jeans and pushing them down his lean hips. He pulls them, and his socks, the rest of the way off and stands tall again.

  I rise to my elbows to look at him, gulping at the sheer size of his erection as he reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a condom, rips open the package and slides it down the length of him. After he tosses the wrapper back on the table, he shifts his attention back to me. “Ready?”

  I nod and lean back on the bed but he shakes his head. “We’re going to the floor. The mattress has too much give and I need deep.” His gaze rakes over my body. “Pounding.”

  He takes my hand and I stand, righting myself for only a moment before he pushes me to the carpeted floor. It’s soft on my back and I shiver as he covers me and we’re skin to skin for the first time and it is absolute ecstasy. His mouth covers mine as his hips slide between my thighs, his cock nudging where I need him most. I push up, and he growls low in his throat. Releasing my mouth, he shifts, pulls my hips up, and slams inside me, so hard I skid back across the floor.

  “Plant your feet.” His tone is filled with something that makes my blood heat.

  I do and his fingers dig into skin, tilting my pelvis so he can drive deeper inside me. I’m so wet, so primed he’s able to glide in, but once he’s seated I’m stretched to maximum capacity.

  I close my eyes, and soak in the feel of him. After all these years, he’s finally inside me.

  He stills and murmurs, “Christ, you’re tight.”

  I arch my back. “Please.”

  He moves once, rolling his hips, catching my clit with his pelvis.

  “Yes.” I drag my hands over his waist and he pushes deep.

  “Wrap those legs around me.”

  I do, and he sinks impossibly farther. He grabs my hands and raises them over my head. His fingers encircle my wrists, holding me captive. At the feel of his strong hands wrapped around the delicate bones of my wrists, the dark fantasies I sometimes have race like lightning through my mind, catching me off guard and setting me on fire.

  “That’s right.” He starts to move harder, faster. “You’re fucking mine to take.”

  I moan, rising up to meet his brutal thrusts.

  “There’s no escape.”

  “Oh.” It’s the only word I’m capable of.

  He fucks me harder and I understand now why we had to be on the floor because surely we would break the bed as he pounds into me, just like he promised.

  Harder. Deeper.

  He’s ruthless. Unrelenting.

  And it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I never want it to end. But the orgasm is barreling down on me, threatening to tear through me at any moment. His fingers tighten on my wrists.

  I gasp. “Leo. Oh, god, Leo. I need…now?”

  “Yes, let me feel it.” He increases his pace, shifting his angle to hit a spot so good I cry out.

  And then I’m coming so hard my vision blurs and I’m convulsing and contracting crazily around him. It just goes on and on and on and I worry I might actually pass out from the sheer, tortuous pleasure of it.

  “Fuck,” he yells and then he follows me into oblivion.

  I melt into the floor and become a part of him.

  Leo

  The following morning I put my hands on the bathroom vanity and catch my reflection in the mirror. I’m dressed for court, in a dark gray suit, light blue dress shirt and tie. And even put together I can see the fear in my eyes as clearly as I can feel it rush through my veins.

  Jillian’s asleep in my bed, practically unconscious despite the late morning hour.

  I’ve screwed a lot of women in my life, done more things than most can imagine, but I never had a night like the one I had with her.

  I didn’t even do anything particularly kinky.

  No, I’d just fucked her, over and over again like I was a machine. It was like I couldn’t sink my cock deep enough, or take her hard enough. I’d been a man possessed, needing to claim her. I’d made her come with my hands, my mouth, my cock. I’d memorized the very taste of her, and let her scent seep through my pores. I’d imprinted my hands across her skin.

  I’d taken her on the floor, on the bed, from behind, draped over my dresser so I could watch her in the mirror, the shower, on my kitchen table, my couch, the wall back to my bedroom.

  She’d fucking wrecked me.

  And I’m not going to lie, I’m scared shitless.

  Because, despite all the ways I’ve taken her, all I can think of is taking her again. I can already feel my blood pounding away with the desire to lay some sort of primal claim to her. To mark her. Brand her.

  But more than that, I’d wanted to sleep with her. She felt somehow right pressed against me, the long length of her fitting next to me like we were matching puzzle pieces.

  Everything about her fit.

  At some point, in the middle of the night, as she lay under me, panting and sweating I’d looked down at her flushed face and known deep in my bones that all my reasons for staying away from her all these years were bullshit.

  That this—right here, right now—was the reason.

  I glance down at my phone. I have to get to work. I’ve got to be in court right after lunch and I have to stop by the station. I don’t have time for any more introspection.

  I walk out of the master bath into the bedroom where she’s still sleeping, her dark hair spread out over my white pillow. I go into the kitchen, pour her a cup of coffee and make my way back to bed where I sit down on the mattress and nudge her awake.

  She doesn’t wake up like a normal person, doesn’t stretch lazy like a cat and rub the sleep from her eyes. No, she bolts instantly awake, her hair a wild mess around her face, her hazel-eyed gaze instantly alert and on me. “What’s going on?”

  I hand her a cup of coffee and try not to get distracted by her mouth, so lush and obscene I can barely remember my own name. “I tried to let you sleep as long as I could, but I didn’t want you to wake up alone.”

  “What time is it?” She takes the cup, warm
s her hands around the mug and settles back against my headboard where I never even once thought to tie her. I hadn’t the patience for that so I’d just wrapped my hands around her wrists to hold her still.

  “Ten thirty. I need to leave in a few minutes to get to the station before court. But stay as long as you want.”

  She purses those fucking lips and blows into the coffee. “Are you sure?”

  I pick up the key I’d placed on the nightstand. “Just make sure you lock up.”

  She fingers the key and takes a sip from the mug. “Okay, but I should warn you I’m going to steal your throw.”

  I laugh and some of that panic edging the corners of my mind eases. “All right, but I should warn you if you do, there will be dire consequences.”

  She rolls her eyes. Actually rolls them, not even the least bit frightened. She puts the cup down and winces a little.

  “Sore?” I can’t see how she wouldn’t be.

  “Yes.” She sits up and the sheet pools around her waist, exposing her beautiful breasts to the bright sunlight. “But it was worth it.”

  I want to kiss her until she’s panting, suck on her nipples until she’s begging and rolling her hips for my attention, but I don’t. Because I’ll get lost in her and I need to leave. “Good.”

  She sighs, and a shadow passes over her features. “I have to work tonight.”

  “Until when?”

  She picks up the corner of the sheet to play with the edge, making no move to cover herself. After last night, she’s past modesty. “Unfortunately, I close.”

  I nod. “I’m on call the next couple of nights so we’ll have to play things by ear.”

  She presses her lips together. “I work Wednesday lunch and Thursday and Friday dinner.”

  “Saturday is my nana’s birthday party.” Her face falls and something twists in my chest. Before I can even process what I’m saying, I grasp her hand and squeeze. “You’ll come with me.”

  The pure joy that passes over her face makes me feel more like a god than all the orgasms I’d given her the night before. “Are you sure?”

  “Positive.” I won’t think about how I’ve never brought a woman home with me. Or that by bringing Jillian, whom my mom and sisters adore, will probably make their heads explode with excitement.

  Jillian beams and I forget my family as I look at her. I have never seen a more gorgeous woman in my life. I want to take her picture so I can always remember what she looks like in this moment, and then I want to take her again.

  I shake my head. Christ. I can’t pretend I don’t have it bad.

  Her head tilts, sending a tendril of hair over the curve of her breast. “What?”

  I rub my thumb over her lips. “All I want to do right now is fuck your pretty mouth, then bury my cock in your hot, swollen pussy.”

  She gasps. “Oh?”

  Now it’s my turn to sigh. “But I can’t because I have to get to work.”

  “Later.”

  “Later.” I agree. This brings me to the next thing I have to discuss with her. “Before I go, there’s something we need to talk about.”

  She raises a brow.

  “I have to tell Michael.”

  She buries her face in her hand and shakes her head. “Why?”

  I pull her hands away. “Because he’s my best friend and, while he’s not going to be happy, keeping it from him will only make matters worse. I’m not going to hide you away. We’re doing this, and all that comes with it. So that means you’re going to my nana’s birthday party and we’re going to tell your brother that his best friend is fucking his little sister.”

  She wrinkles her nose. “I hope you’re not going to say it like that.”

  I laugh. “I won’t have to, unfortunately he knows me a bit too well, so he’ll get the gist. I just want you to know, since you can be sure he’ll be coming to talk some sense into you.”

  “I don’t see why he won’t be happy. He loves us.”

  I squeeze her leg. “He does, but it’s one thing to know on an abstract level that your sister is probably letting some guy touch her, it’s another to know in detail what that actually entails.”

  She covers her ears and starts saying in a loud voice. “La la la la… I don’t want to hear this.”

  “Exactly.”

  She laughs before saying, “Will you text me how it goes?”

  “I will.” I glance at the clock. “I need to go so I’m not going to be able to kiss you the way I want to.”

  “Okay.” She leans forward and our mouths meet.

  My plan for a peck on the lips instantly dissolves as our tongues stroke and a hot, needy desperateness takes hold. I forget all the things I need to do, the calls I need to make, the court time and everything else as I push her back on the bed.

  I entwine our hands, cover her with my body, and fuck her mouth. Raw and dirty and mean. My hands slide up her waist to cup her breasts, my thumbs stroke over her nipples, and she twists under me.

  When I pinch and squeeze the hard buds, rolling them between my fingers, she moans against my lips. “One more time.”

  “Jillian…” I mean to tell her I can’t, but the words don’t come, instead I stand, strip off my suit coat, unzip my fly, yank her down and position her so her feet hang over the bed and drive into her.

  She’s already wet. And so fucking tight.

  I belatedly realize I’m not wearing a condom, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I can’t remember the last time I’ve fucked a woman bare and Jillian feels so damn good. She fits like a glove and is so hot I lose my goddamn mind. I just hook her knees around my elbows and drive in deep, pounding into her, lost in the feel of her.

  The wet slide.

  The heat.

  Our prefect, perfect fit.

  Her breasts bounce as she cries out beneath me. I already know that sound and I shift my angle, catching her clit on the upstroke. Almost immediately she starts to come, her muscles dragging and clenching around my cock, wringing a pleasure so great my own orgasm starts to crest without warning. I yank out of her, grab her hand and jerk our clasped fingers around my erection as I come all over her stomach in hard, angry movements that leave me breathless.

  I paint her skin, the curve of her hip, and the swell of her breasts until there’s nothing left and I just want to collapse on top of her.

  Heart pounding, I stare down at her. “Jesus Christ.”

  She blinks up at me. “Wow. How do you even do that?”

  I can only pant out, “Do what?”

  “Make me come like that?”

  “I could ask you the same thing.” I run a finger over her wet stomach and she shudders. The fear is back, fighting for purchase, because I have never, ever felt like this about anyone. And I sure as hell don’t want to leave her. My gaze falls on the clock and I grit my teeth, shoving my dress shirt back into my pants. “I really hate to fuck and run, but I’m already going to be late.”

  She props up on her elbows. “Was it worth it?”

  “God yes.” I lean down and kiss her, this time with no lingering as I’d originally intended as I zip up. “You be a good girl today.”

  “Always.” She gives her killer smile and my heart literally skips a beat.

  I turn to walk away and she calls out, “Leo?”

  I crane my neck to look back at her. She’s lying there naked, her skin washed in sunlight, my come all over her stomach. She winks. “Have a good day.”

  Like I said, I’m fucking wrecked over this girl.

  Jillian

  Pre-dinner rush, I’m sitting in Gwen’s office. It’s been six hours and thirty-four minutes since I’ve been with Leo and I’m still so sore and swollen I feel him everywhere. It’s a good thing I’m working tonight because I’m ready to bounce off the walls, practically giddy with excitement. Like scarily so. Three coworkers have already told me I’m beaming, asking for gossip on what they are sure is a man. Apparently I have some sort of I’ve been fucked properly look th
at gives me away.

  Gwen taps a few keys on her computer, before eyeing me. “So?”

  I shift on the chair. “Well, there’s good news and bad news.”

  “What’s the good news?” Gwen is wearing a black top with the restaurant logo emblazoned over her chest, her flaming hair in a sleek ponytail that highlights her killer cheekbones.

  I sit forward and put my elbows on her desk. “He’s the best lay on the planet. I’m serious, Gwen, I saw stars. A couple times I thought I actually passed out. He can make me come—” I snap my fingers, “—like that. Holy shit, I’m, like, multi-orgasmic.”

  I shiver at the memory, of all the times he took me. Of that last time when he’d fucked me without a condom and come all over my stomach. I had no idea sex could be like that.

  At one point, deep into the night he’d been moving inside me, slow and languorous, almost dreamy as we’d both woken up from a catnap. He’d stared deep into my eyes and whatever passed between us, my throat closed over from the sheer force of my emotions. Then we kissed, our tongues matching the rolling of our bodies, and I’d never felt so utterly complete, like he was made just for me and I for him.

  Gwen laughs. “So it lived up to your impossible fantasies.”

  “It exceeded them.” I didn’t know how it was possible, but he had.

  “So what’s the bad news?” Gwen asked.

  I bite the inside of my cheek and shift in my chair again. “I’m afraid he might have ruined me for all other men.”

  Gwen sighs. “Well, in a way, hasn’t he already?”

  “True.”

  She waves a hand. “So now you’re getting the added benefit of killer sex.”

  I pick up a pencil and play with it, unable to keep my hands still. “Don’t think I’m crazy, but I think I’m going to fall in love with him.”

  “I do think you’re crazy.” Gwen smiles. “But there’s worse things in life than being in love with a hot cop that fucks like a god.”

  The corners of my mouth quiver. “Well, when you put it like that.”