Lacey's Night of Sinn

by Alexandria Ashcroft

  He felt alive!

  His naughty little schoolteacher was so reactive, so present, so soft and fucking tight. He had almost woken her up before he decided it would be best to let her sleep a little longer while he showered.

  He opened the door and paused when he saw the pretty woman adjust her lean on her pink wood dresser and cross her arms. She was in a soft pink robe. Her hair was tousled and in her face. Her lips were stained pink.

  The corner of his mouth lifted. They had been red a few hours ago.

  “That’s mine.” She nodded toward the towel wrapped around his hips. He searched her body head to toe, claiming her and everything he had yet to do to her before he left.

  “You can have it back.” He started making his way to her, but she put out her hand and backed him up to the bed until he plopped down onto the giving surface.

  Back here again? he thought, watching her take a few steps back.

  “Were you about to leave?”

  He shrugged. “Is that what you want?”

  She broke their stare and found her feet, one foot rubbing the other one.

  He frowned. Well, if she had to think about it that long―

  She pressed a palm to his chest before he could push himself up to standing. “No,” she whispered.

  He raised a confused eyebrow and searched her face, trying to decipher what the maddening woman wanted from him. Well, besides his happy cock that was already rising at her simple touch, her nearness, the smell of them in the sheets under him.

  “No. I―” She found his eyes from under her long lashes. “I―” She looked down again then back up. “I want you―again.”

  His face loosened then formed into a knowing smirk. She was fucking insatiable, just like him. That, he hadn’t expected.

  He slid his hands underneath her robe, the slick fabric of the satin belt easily sliding apart and exposing her nudity. He moaned, his eyes tracing every visible inch of skin. “So fuckin’ perfect.” He bit his bottom lip, pulling her between his legs, his towel falling from him.

  She sighed and her lips parted. His body was aflame again, his insides turning around each other. Every cell that came in contact with her roaming hands seemed to jitter to life. She didn't even know what the hell she was doing to him.

  He fought the need to wonder more about the woman, to get inside her head and know what she was thinking, how she was taking this entire night. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He’d had lust for women, many women, but this time he couldn't shake the depth of his desire, his curiosity. He yearned for her innocence, her girlish shyness. It felt almost like he was her crush. He thought that with all they’d done in the past several hours, she’d have long ago shaken that embarrassment and shyness. The fact that she hadn’t, however, was amusing and intriguing.

  She was soft and feminine to his grit and grime, his honesty, his command, his strength. It felt good to corrupt her, even if just for that one night. For some reason he wanted to imprint himself on her. He knew that she would forget him, and he’d liked that with previous encounters. But didn’t want that for some annoying reason with this woman.

  It was stupid. They were too different. She was too good, too ordered, and had too many standards that he would never come close to reaching. He was certain of that. Somehow he had worn down her defenses. He had slipped in between the cracks of her curiosity. Well, at least for that night, and he was planning on taking full advantage of the opening.

  He pushed up from the bed, towering over her. He cupped her cheek in his hand and tilted his face to meet hers.

  “Say it again, Lacey.” He said after he pulled their lips apart.

  She frowned, finding his eyes under those dark furrowed brows.

  “Tell me what you want, again.” He pulled her bottom lip gently between his teeth.

  She placed her palm on his chest with a breathless sigh leaning into him. “I-I want you.” She found his dark bottomless eyes. “Devlin.”

  She barely got the words out before he smashed their mouths together with an animalistic need. He brushed the robe off her shoulders. She tore the towel from around his waist and pressed her body solid to his.

  She was soft and smooth. Her floral scent washed over him, around him, through him as her body relaxed and gave more with every stroke of their tongues. He held her flat to him, his hand sliding down her lower back and over her ass. He grabbed her there before using both hands to pick her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist with ease. Every cell in his body hummed to life like fluorescent lights flickering back on. She linked her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair.

  He rolled a condom over his penis without separating their faces and slid into her wet sheath. He pulled his face away and grimaced. “You’re fucking wet, so tight,” he growled, spreading her lower lips to grant his girth more space. He moaned into her ear. The sweet giving of her feminine walls that wrapped snugly around his intrusive cock was elating. She whimpered and tightened her pussy. “Relax, baby. Let me in.” Every time they fucked she seemed to fight it in there somewhere.

  She exhaled and found his eyes, tracing his cheek and bottom lip. He leaned into her touch and whispered her name while continuing to slowly slide her down onto his strained penis.

  Pleasure wound its way from his sex up his spine and nestled in the back of his head. He gasped and let his head fall back.

  “How much do you want me, Lacey?” he rumbled in her ear.

  “I-I—”

  “How much?” He didn’t want her to think about it. He just wanted her to say what was on her mind. He pulled her up and down while thrusting his hips into her softness. “Just say it,” he ground through his teeth before pulling her ear between them.

  She let out a loud shout; it must have been in Spanish because he didn’t understand it. “Dios mio,” she whispered.

  He smiled. He understood that shit.

  “God’s not going to do shit for you now, Lacey.”

  Her pretty brown eyes met his, her eyebrows knit and her mouth permanently open. She started whining. He grabbed one of her bouncing breasts and sucked a nipple in his mouth.

  “Oh shit,” she whispered, letting her head fall back.

  He adjusted her in his arms and buried his face in her neck. Flowers, soap and some kind of perfume sent his brain into overdrive. “I almost forgot how fucking good you smell.” He leaned her against the wall, still driving into her.

  She was trapped. Trapped between ungiving drywall and hard muscle, a kettle about to explode. He could see it from the frantic look in her eyes. Torn between fighting that shit and giving in to the inevitable. He picked up his pace, letting the sound of his body contacting hers, his heavy breathing, her moans engulf him and tickle his own rising end. She clenched around him and her thighs strained. “Just let it take you, damn it.” He pulled his face back and found her eyes. “I’m going to fuck you until you come.”

  She whined and relaxed her unsteady breathing. A shiver ran through her and she clutched onto him as he felt her pussy clench him in strong rhythmic throbs.

  He relaxed into his pending demise like water pulsing behind a dam. His muscles tensed and the veins in his arms, chest and neck bulged, while his hands held her waist, still with him plunged deep within.

  A euphoric feeling washed over him almost in slow motion when he felt his release spew inside her.

  Fuck, he thought while trying to gain control of his fast beating heart and ragged breaths. He was pretty damn sure he wasn’t going to have any energy to ride any damn where when she finally let his ass leave.

  He rested his forehead on hers and held her face in his palms while their gasped filled the silence. He traced her bottom lip and she opened her mouth, letting his thumb slip between her warm, wet lips.

  He moaned.

  Fuck.

  She thought she had no control over him, but she had all the control. Had he mentioned she was insatiable? He would willingly be her cock on c
all until either her or the sun chased his ass away.

  |15| SWEET SOARING DEATH |:|

  Lacey shook her head and tried to fight the smirk that pulled up the corner of her face when she found the chicken cordon bleu pan empty. First her orange juice, then her dinner. Well, not all the dinner, only the meat; there was some rice pilaf and sautéed veggies left.

  That’s what you get for inviting a wolf into your den.

  “Insatiable fiend.” She mumbled under her breath.

  Ravenous beast.

  Now she was a ravenous beast, and there was nothing to eat. She opened the fridge, took out some raspberries and started popping them in her mouth. She gulped some water, enjoying the humming ache of her body. The satin robe wrapped around her was slowly coming apart as she navigated the kitchen.

  “Lacey, water?”

  She closed the refrigerator door and shouted back. “What’s the magic word?”

  He laughed, and she heard him grumble before he answered. “Please.”

  She grabbed a glass, filled it, grabbed a handful of raspberries and made her way into the bedroom. He reached for the glass, but she retracted it to get his attention.

  Damn, the man was so handsome. His dark symmetry made her chest clench as her eyes took him in. “Manners, Devlin Sinn, will get you a long way with me.” She laughed inside. She still wasn’t convinced that was his real name, but who cared at this point? It seemed to fit him either way. His eyes followed her other hand as it tossed a raspberry into her mouth.

  “What’s that?” His beautiful dark eyes watched her, intense in their endless depth. Clear and churning. It was amazing to her that he could be so forthright and transparent while also being a complete mystery.

  “A substitution for dinner.” She popped another one in her mouth.

  “I want one.” He reached for her, grabbing her robe and slowly pulling her toward him.

  She raised an eyebrow but allowed it. “Soon I will have nothing to eat besides you.”

  She took a standing position between his legs as he sat perched on the foot of the bed.

  “You say that like you’d have it any other way.” He let his head tilt back and opened his mouth. All the while his endlessly dark eyes searched hers with a jovial sparkle in their depths as if he had plans she didn’t know about.

  She traced his bottom lip with the berry before placing it on his tongue. Her breath caught at the look in his eyes and she handed him the glass so she could escape whatever plan was formulating in his mind at that moment. She leaned on the vanity, out of arm’s reach from the creature, and ate the rest of the raspberries.

  Steadily, the man gulped the water down.

  She watched, fascinated, as the muscles in his neck worked the liquid down his throat. When he was done, in one breath, he reached back and set the glass on the nightstand then brought his attention back to her.

  He simply gazed at her for an extended period of time, his mind churning with all the mysteries of the world. That’s what it might as well have been, for all she knew. He was difficult to read sometimes. Hell, most of the time. It was like he was able to show her precisely what he wanted her to see, to know, to think. She wondered what else was churning in that grey matter. What secrets lay harbored there under his dark, short hair?

  His low gravelly voice startled her from her thoughts. “Put your foot up on the stool.”

  She frowned, bringing her attention to him as she chewed the last raspberry.

  “What?”

  There was silence for a moment as he searched her face, perhaps to see if her confusion was genuine. “Put your leg on the little chair right there.” He nodded toward it as if she didn't know her own furniture. She looked down at it and frowned, then looked back up at him.

  “Why would I do that?”

  His dark eyebrows pulled together and his abyss-like black eyes captured her soul.

  She leaned back on the vanity for stability and propped her leg on the adjacent stool. His look loosened and was replaced with a satisfied smile as he gazed at her now-exposed sex.

  “Touch your pussy.”

  “What?”

  Again he caught her gaze and held her hostage. “Touch her.” It was a low whisper, a dark fantasy that he seemed hell-bent on bringing to life.

  She swallowed as what he was demanding of her started to come into reality. She was no stranger to her own touch, but that was when no one was around, when no one was watching. Somehow the request seemed too personal, too intimate, which was silly considering what they’d been doing for the past several hours.

  “D-Devlin—”

  “Just put your fingertips on your pretty clit.”

  His eyebrows creased and his lips parted when she acquiesced to his demand. Heat spread from her core through her body at the sight of his reaction and the feel of her own hands forming to her sensitive lower lips.

  She moaned at the familiar sensation and her eyes closed as her fingers found their familiar routine.

  Knowing he was watching her, even behind her closed lids, somehow made her focus more on herself, on each individual feeling of the textured surface of her finger pads tracing her clit. The sensation of play towards completion was heightened, somehow tracing a deeper, more unsteady line up her spine.

  She gasped and opened her eyes at the sudden sensation of rough hands tracing up her thigh. Devlin lifted her leg and took a seat on the stool before wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling her toward him.

  He licked his lips slowly, eying her sex as if she were next after the chicken cordon bleu. A zing of anticipation raced through her body before he quickly closed the space between his mouth and her privates.

  “Oh shit,” she gasped, arching her body toward him.

  The man moaned as he sucked, lapped at and toyed with the swelling flesh under his tongue and lips. Her breaths grew more unsteady until she was only to pant out her exasperated longing for the sweet soaring death that awaited her dizzying mind.

  |16| GET THEE BEHIND |:|

  Like a fluorescent light that had been a long time dormant, Lacey’s mind started to find reality. She felt the stillness of time.

  The toilet flushing helped her recall why she had come back to consciousness. The bed had moved when Devlin had risen from it a few minutes before. After the sink turned off, the door opened and she could hear him walk across the distance from the bathroom to the bed. His weight upset the bed’s equilibrium, and his hot solid body formed against her back.

  She gasped when a zing of energy flowed from his bare skin into hers and back again. She leaned her butt into him with a low moan.

  When he whispered in her ear, she heard his amusement. “Were you playing possum?”

  Instead of responding, she grabbed his hand that was resting on her hip and formed his fingers to her breast. A feeling of sinister delight filled her when his focus shifted to the place she’d intended it to. He squeezed her and pressed his pelvis to her ass. She felt his growing desire press against her before he pulled her top half flush to his own.

  His heat disappeared briefly as he obtained a condom, then he was hot and solid against her again. He slipped his hand from her waist down between her legs. She turned toward him, hooking her top leg behind his. She leaned forward, grabbing his lower lip between her teeth and pulling him closer to her. She released him and he claimed her mouth, delving his tongue between her lips while his fingers stroked her steadily. He leaned her forward enough to sink his erection into the pool of desire that had been collecting between her legs seemingly all damn day… from the moment she had seen the man until the present. He had claimed her for an unknown amount of time that night and now into the next day.

  She cursed before biting her lip, reveling in the flow of feeling, heat, pleasure, longing, completion and warning that seemed to accompany every forbidden encounter with her devilishly handsome companion.

  Churning, growing, straining. She let out a strained whimper when the buildup was certain
to make her fall into pieces. So many pieces, it felt like she’d never recover. She grabbed his hand, but he held firm, picking up his sweet, delicious torture.

  “Dev-a-lin—” Her voice was lost to the hazy delight that pressed against her entire being, freeing her of the energy that built up inside her and splashing her will into the ether.

  An unknown amount of time passed. Lacey's eyes were closed and far too heavy to open, even though she wanted to know what the devil looked like when he slept. She was caught in a space between being awake and sleeping. It was the perfect place to find reflection and introspection.

  She was caught off guard. Not by the sex...

  Okay, so some parts of the sex were certainly... surprises for her, but this… She nestled closer to the hot box next to her. She certainly hadn’t been expecting whatever the hell that last couple of rounds had brought. She’d lost count, and that wasn’t like her. She could tell anyone on the dime every lover she’d slept with, how many times they had done so and where. It was shameful she couldn’t recite that very fact nor name all the places they’d been even though they had never left her home. She wasn't surprised by Devlin’s stamina, but her own!

  She’d never in her entire life had this much sex in a week, let alone a night. She was fully satisfied, satiated and exhausted. Hell, she might even take the next day off. Wait, the next day was Sunday.

  Thank you, Jesus.

  She knew that the Devil had tricks, but she hadn’t been expecting the varied assortment. She had a feeling this was just the very thin top layer of the ocean of tricks that still sat in secret at the bottom of the man’s eternally deep black eyes.

  One thing that was really puzzling her in so many ways was that she hadn’t been expecting to extract pieces of a mortal man. A sex god, maybe. He certainly had had enough women trying to steal her evening itinerary, but the other parts… the time he took with her, the willfulness to see her burst into pieces, to hold her, when she held him in front of the fireplace.

  Those were moments that she knew would burn themselves into her mind. They were the kind of magic that made her believe so much in Valentine’s Day and love in general. What she couldn’t wrap her mind around was how he could be both the beauty and the beast in one person.