Lacey's Night of Sinn

by Alexandria Ashcroft

  He startled her from her thoughts when he grabbed her and pulled her to standing, his eyebrows furrowed, his jaw set, clenched. Did he not like what she was doing? Worry knit her eyebrows.

  His expression softened. “I need you now.” He retrieved a condom from his pants, put it on and sat on the couch, motioning for her to straddle him.

  Her legs were planted on either side of the devilish man, her sex hovering over his. The little black dress was now bunched around her waist. She gasped when he pulled her nipple into his mouth. He massaged her other breast through her dress before freeing it from the low neckline of the cloth and sucking the nipple.

  She arched into his mouth, grabbing a handful of his hair.

  He laughed, pulling away from her nipple, which was now moist with his saliva.

  “You're just how I imagined you.” He grabbed her butt cheeks with a roguish grin. “Now, sit on my dick.” He placed his yearning flesh at the cusp of hers and she lowered herself onto him. As she did, her mind wandered, spinning more out of control at every inch that filled her.

  She moaned, grabbing one of her breasts while playing with the hard nipple.

  “Yes, touch yourself.” He growled, his eyes darker somehow as he planted his feet and thrust into her with strong, consistent thrusts. He didn’t bother giving her time to adjust to him, and a desperate shout tumbled past her lips. His thrusts filled her mind with that familiar feeling of losing everything she ever knew, and finding something she never knew she wanted.

  Her eyes fell to the man below her when he demanded she do so. Everything about him, those dark eyes, dark eyebrows knit in determination, his lips, the bronzed plains of his chest, that slim waist and his strong legs just sent her tumbling over the edge. She fell over it with her eyes tightly shut and mouth wide open.

  |10| FALLING APART |:|

  Devlin pulled up to Lacey’s apartment and craned his neck to look up at the tall building. He had been expecting her to live somewhere nice, but this place was a bit more opulent than he had initially imagined.

  He was grateful for his handsy teaser. He could still hear her yearning moans in the dampened space, bouncing around his grey matter. The party noises had been muffled by the coats, creating a little oasis in all the chaos. After she had denied his haste to bend her over in the coat closet, he had settled for her address instead and left to return a call from Fran, his chocolate shop supervisor, needing him to help iron out some problem or another. He had snatched up a red rose that the shop was giving away with boxes of chocolates and grabbed a box for Lacey. She’d probably love that sappy shit.

  His stomach growled when he pushed down the kickstand and turned the bike off. He couldn’t go in there hungry, because he was certain he didn’t want to waste any time feeding his face. He cocked his head to the side. Unless it was with her wet pussy. He pulled out the box of chocolates, deciding to just eat a couple to give him much needed energy. He had plans for this woman and had no intention of letting fatigue get in his way.

  He frowned when his phone rang. He stuffed two chocolates in his mouth before picking up the call. “Better be fucking important.”

  There was a deafening amount of noise coming from the other side. “Where the fuck are you?” Stitch yelled. A crescendo of cheers made Devlin pull the phone away from his ear. He snarled, shoving a few more chocolates in his mouth.

  “I’m hanging up!”

  “Did you find what you were after, brother?”

  “Don’t wait up.” He hung up the phone and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. He put the lids back on the chocolates and got off his bike.

  A few moments later, he was knocking on the door. After a few slow seconds, it opened.

  He scanned her luscious figure quickly taking note of the subdued, form-fitting black dress that was now gracing her figure. He shoved the box of chocolates and rose at the pretty woman as he stepped through the door.

  Her face lit up until she opened the box. Furrowed brows met his wandering eyes.

  “What?” He looked down at the box and shrugged. “I got hungry.” He walked away, taking in her apartment.

  “I made us dinner.” He watched her float past him, the sway of her hips a welcome distraction. She set the chocolates and the rose on the counter. There was nothing standing between them now. He couldn’t justify keeping his hands to himself any longer.

  She gasped and her body stiffened when he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

  “Why did you change clothes?” he whispered over her ear and neck. He inhaled deep, loving her scent, wanting it surrounding him. He wanted to smell her on him, feel her wrapped around him. Her nipples tightened as his hand ran down the front of her little black dress and up her thigh, settling to the cusp of her sex.

  He massaged her there.

  Her head rolled back on his shoulder, her legs buckling with every circle he made on the sensitive bud that dwelled there.

  Her breathing picked up even as his fingers kept with their measured pace. She was stiff and still in his arms. He could tell she was fighting him, still debating in her head. “Relax, Lacey. You already let me in. Now let me make you come.” She might as well enjoy it, he thought, because he fully planned on enjoying her.

  She moaned and her body relaxed in his arms. Her give sent a primitive urge through him that made him want to fuck her. There was something he wanted more than his own release, however, and that was her complete submission to him. When she grabbed the hand that was working her steadily, frustration pushed through him.

  “I… can't—” she struggled out.

  With his free hand, he trapped hers on the top of the island and pressed his body tighter to hers. His other hand kept massaging her.

  She moaned, wiggling her ass on his hard cock, pushing against her from behind. He moaned this time, imagining the sweet feel of her hot, wet cunt clasping his straining cock.

  She gripped the counter and belted, “Shit!” The scream rippled through her throat, taking on a strangled sound before she froze in his arms for a moment. Then a deep shudder ran through her, signaling her orgasm.

  A surge of sinister delight floated through him at his mastery over her. He pinched the hard bud at the tip of her breast delighted in her moan in return. She reached a hand behind her and touched his cock through the pants.

  “I want to see you.” She looked back at him over her shoulder. Her lips were moist and parted. Her breathing was deep, her hair coming out of the pristine updo, and her eyes were low, sultry.

  The corner of his mouth pulled up. He liked that she was falling prey to her desires. He had thought she’d need more coaxing, more incentive from him. He backed away from her, settling next to the couch. “I'm not going to do all the fucking work. Come here.”

  Her lips parted and the desire to see him echoed in their depths. She faltered. He could see her mind racing a mile a minute.

  He growled, “You're thinking too much.” That’s what he got for choosing one of the smart ones.

  She met his eyes, her brows raised in question. “I-I—”

  “No words.”

  “But—” She fell silent when his eyes narrowed, boring into her. If she didn’t fucking touch him already, he’d burst from the inside out. The look in her eyes was almost one of innocence. For some reason it both aroused him and frustrated him. He wasn’t used to waiting, coaxing this much. Even other women of her ilk seemed easier to bring on board than the sexy-ass Lacey standing in front of him.

  “Come here.”

  She obeyed, approaching him and catching his gaze from under her lashes. She placed her hand on his shirt then made her way to his shoulder. She pushed the leather vest over one shoulder, then the other, until the vest fell to the floor.

  He sucked air between his teeth when her cold hands touched his lower abs. She pulled his shirt over his head, her eyes glistening in the dim candlelit interior as they raked over his bare torso.

  She bit her bottom lip, gazing up at him fro
m under her lashes. He flexed his fists at his sides, the veins that traced his muscles bulging.

  She looped her hand in his pants and unhooked them, pulling them over his hips and taking his underwear with them. He stepped out of the heap of clothes as Lacey kneeled in front of him. His cock bobbed out between them, ready for anything. Heat rushed through him when he saw her lick her lips before wrapping her hand around him.

  He growled, letting his head fall back at her touch, his hips flexed toward her. He held his breath, watching her face descend toward his yearning flesh. When her lips wrapped around the tip of his penis, his hips jutted forward and a string of profanities poured from his lips. She stroked the length of him with her lips and hand, rolling her tongue around the head of his penis, her eyes closed in concentration.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. He hadn’t prepared for her skill. What the fuck!

  She massaged his balls, forcing primitive grunts and groans to escape his usually calm facade.

  She moaned around him, the sensation making him nearly come undone. If she kept at him like she was, he’d explode before he got the chance to feel the walls of her hot, slick pussy wrapped around him.

  He grabbed her and pulled her to standing, his eyebrows furrowed, his jaw clenched. Worry knit her eyebrows as she stood on unsteady legs.

  His expression softened, imagining what he looked like to her. “I need you now.” He retrieved a condom from his pants, put it on and sat on the couch, motioning for her to come to him.

  Like a good girl, she planted her legs on either side of him, her sex hovering over his. The dress was bunched at her waist, revealing her lower half. Her upper body and torso were still covered from view. He freed one of her pretty, perfect breasts and pulled her nipple into his mouth, eliciting a gasp from her. He massaged her other breast through her dress before freeing it from the low neckline of the cloth and suckling that nipple as well.

  She arched into his mouth, grabbing a handful of his hair.

  He laughed, finding immense pleasure in her reaction. He rolled his fingers around her moist nipple and she whimpered, grinding her sex on his.

  “You're just how I imagined you.” He grabbed her ass with a Grinch-like grin. “Now, sit on my dick.” He placed his swollen cock at the cusp of her pussy and she lowered herself onto him. She gnawed on her lower lip as more and more of him pushed inside her. He balled his fists at his side, trying to allow her to adjust to him, but he was dying at the excruciating wait.

  She moaned, grabbing one of her breasts and playing with the hard nipple.

  His sex throbbed when she started taking her own pleasure in her hand. “Yes, touch yourself.”

  He growled, no longer able to take it. He planted his feet and pushed into her with strong, consistent thrusts. Pleasure so familiar, yet foreign, laced its way through his mind, pushed heat through his body. Blood pooled to his cock. The feel of her slippery sex engulfing him was a sensation that he couldn’t get right in his imagination. Neither could he get right the delightful sounds she made as he pounded into her. Whining whimpers, her bouncing breasts, her biting her lower lip, eyes barely open as she allowed herself to get lost in his offering.

  Her dark eyes fell to him, heavy with desire, with lust. Her mouth fell open and he felt her pussy tighten around him. She ran her hand down his chest. He couldn’t hear her over his own labored breaths and the sound of their bodies coming together. He was certain that her lips mouthed his name before her head fell back and her sex pulsed around him.

  |11| WHOM HE MAY DEVOUR |:|

  Lacey fell exhausted onto the couch next to Devlin, her feet propped up on the chaise lounge sectional.

  He exhaled then pushed himself up and walked with alpha-male nonchalance into the kitchen. With his bare hands, he grabbed one of the chicken cordon bleus she had made earlier and took a big bite. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth before taking another wolf-sized bite.

  She knew her mouth was open, but there were no words. None that would come out anyway. Her mind, on the other hand, was racing with things that might have, under different circumstances, actually come out of her mouth. Some of them included: Has the creature ever heard of a plate? Didn't he see the roll of napkins sitting in front of him? Was he raised in a barn? No, a barn was too civilized, he had to have been raised in a jungle. Had she really made him so ravenous? She wasn't sure if she was offended or in awe at how fast he was consuming the meal.

  “T-there’s wine on the table,” she offered. What else was she going to say to the insatiable beast?

  He grunted and made his way to the refrigerator. He retrieved her orange juice carton and started gulping right from the container.

  Well, why the hell would she expect him to use a cup?

  After he had drained the rest of the juice, he rinsed the carton and tossed it in the recycling bin.

  She wasn't sure why, but that small thing turned the entire series of events into something she found very attractive. He was raw, rude, honest and dangerous, and she had known all of that before she allowed him into her world.

  “You should eat something,” he barked after releasing a loud belch.

  She frowned. “I'm not hungry.” Not for food, anyway. What the hell was she saying? The deed was done and now the devil would leave, right?

  “You'll need the energy.”

  “For what?”

  There was mischief in the devilish man’s eyes. “For round two.”

  He strolled over to her, his erection bobbing out in front of him, intimidating even in the candlelit room. She sat up at his approach, his words sinking into her fuzzy mind.

  She let out a muffled squeal when he picked her up and turned her upside down, hooking her thighs over his shoulder. Her startled squeak was choked out by her gasp when his mouth consumed her sex. His mouth was cold from drinking the cold liquid and the temperature difference made her shiver and tingle. When she finally regained a grasp on reality, she took hold of his penis, which was now in her face, and took him into her mouth.

  His growl vibrated around her clit, sending a stream of pleasure to her brain.

  Well, if this wasn't an exercise is athleticism, she wasn't sure what the hell was.

  She worked his length as the blood rushed to her head, the ever-building orgasm bringing her so close to losing all control. That was, if she wasn't already out of control.

  She was hanging upside down in her living room getting mind-bending head while giving head. She never would have pictured this being the direction of her day. It seemed out of place in her neatly organized living room. The pictures and items on the mantle were symmetrically placed. The throw blankets were folded neatly on the couch. The only thing that seemed to fit was the array of clothes scattered around the space.

  She didn’t belong, or at least she hadn’t twenty minutes before. She had been neat and kept, a pristine presentation, only to become the wild mess she was in that moment. In the enormous build-up to something, to some place she wasn’t familiar with. Floods of heat floated to her vagina in wave after agonizing , delicious wave. Her guts felt like they were moving in a liquid vat.

  She frowned as the pressure built, this time not only in her head, but also between her hips, at her very core. She felt herself crashing into something. She had no idea what it was, and it was coming too fast for her to stop it. This wasn’t the orgasm she had had before, this was something else, this was...

  Her legs started shaking as liquid spewed from her core.

  She thought it was an orgasm. Her fuzzy mind, throbbing vaginal walls and weak limbs were telling her so, but the liquid. She was sure she had just peed all over Devlin.

  Terror filled her. “Put me down!” Her face started to heat as embarrassment settled in her mind.

  He flipped her right side up and set her on the ground. “What's wrong?” The Devil smirked as he approached her retreating form and stroked his erection.

  “You might be into that... k-kind of thing, b-but I'm not.
” She had to use the couch arm to steady her wobbly legs.

  He frowned, confused only for a moment, then his handsome face pulled up into a mischievous smirk. “That was not pee.”

  She looked up at him, putting an arm out to stop his advance. He grabbed her arm and pulled her skin to his.

  The whisper of his voice made her shiver. “Feels so good to release, doesn't it?” He cupped her sex and she leaned into him for support. She was feeling weak. She thought she'd hate the feeling but somehow, she was content with it as long as he did—

  Mmmmm. Yeah, that right there. As long as he did that delicious thing with his fingers.

  He picked her up, her legs clamped around his toned waist. He was trailing kisses down her neck, along her collarbone to her breasts. Her head fell back as his clever tongue made circles around her nipple.

  “What was it?” she whimpered, upset when he lifted his mouth to respond.

  “What was what?”

  “The... stuff. The liquid.”

  He smiled, those dark eyes dancing. “You coming. I want you to do it again.” She wasn't sure when he’d done it, but he already had another condom on. With her arms around his neck, he hooked his arms under the backs of her knees and held her waist with one hand. He placed his penis at the cusp of her sex with the other.

  “I don't know how I did it the first time.”

  Deep masculine laughter found her ears. “Just let me make you feel good.”

  Her breath caught when he slid inside of her. “Mmmmm. Oh shit,” she moaned. Swearing wasn't a part of her day-to-day vocabulary, as she thought it was inappropriate in polite company. She was, however, not in polite company.

  Once Devlin filled her, he started pumping inside of her fiercely. Pounding, pounding, pounding. Driving in and out. Up and down his length, using her waist to move her while thrusting his hips. Every time he hit that spot that made the back of her head tingle and her toes ball up. Almost pain, but mostly pleasure.