Breaking The Sinner (The Breaking Series Book 4)

by Ember Leigh

  Almost like a second home.

  He knocked on Gen’s door. Footsteps sounded from inside. Before the door opened, he ducked off to the side. Like she might have done for him. The door swung open; he pressed himself against the wall, heart thrumming with excitement. Waiting for her to notice. Her soft voice drifted through the air.

  “Hello?”

  He sprang forward, a cackle escaping him. She shrieked as he pulled her into his arms, tickling her ribs.

  “Cobra!” She swatted at him, and it was the movement that drew his gaze down to her chest. To the creamy, tantalizing expanse of skin revealed by her top. “You scared me!”

  “Hang on.” He stepped back, holding her at arm’s length, as he looked her up and down. “What are you wearing?”

  Her brow line went straight. “Uh…”

  “Holy shit.” He could barely believe it. She wore tight, silver shorts and a neon pink tank top that looked like it had been spray painted on. The tops of her breasts spilled out. Every inch of her body beckoned to him. “You’re wearing normal clothes.”

  She bit her bottom lip, looking entirely uncertain. “Is it good?”

  A disbelieving laugh escaped him. This didn’t help matters. At all. He walked her backward, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot, not even sparing it a glance. “Yeah. Real good. Red, you look fucking sexy.”

  Her neck flushed. Two tight points sprouted beneath the fabric of her shirt. Braless, underneath it all.

  “Thanks,” she said, relief crossing her face. “My roommate lent me these clothes. It’s not too much cleavage?”

  “I’d say not enough.” He couldn’t rip his gaze off her. His mind ran a mile a minute imagining all the things they’d do together. The weight of that breast in his hand. The tightness between her legs. What she might sound like when she finally unraveled.

  “Come here.” His voice came out a growl. He hoisted her by the hips, which prompted a girlish gasp. Her legs folded around him, ankles locking behind his back.

  “Cobra,” she said, the surprise evident in her breath. He brought his lips to her collarbone as he headed for the couch. The weight of her in his arms could only be described as divine, which made no damn sense. She fit against his forearms like they’d been cut from the same mold. She giggled when he plopped backward onto the couch.

  “You’re good at this,” she purred, adjusting herself to straddle him, bending her knees behind her.

  “You like it?” He gripped her by the hips, stilling her. His cock pressed against the crotch of his workout pants. She had to feel it by now. She was sitting right on top of it, the pressure and heat making his vision spotty at the edges.

  Her gemstone eyes were cut with the razor edge of desire. She could practically draw blood the way she looked at him. He squeezed her hips then leaned forward, snagging her lips in a kiss.

  She met him urgently, like making up for all the missed kisses of her life in one. A small noise escaped her, something feminine and desperate. She slid her hand down the side of his head, nails digging behind his ear. Hungry. Hungrier than even he could imagine.

  Her tongue surged into his mouth. Scratch that, she was famished. He smiled through the kiss, their tongues meeting sloppily.

  “Damn, Red.” She’d never initiated a kiss like that before. She hooked an arm around his neck. Their bodies collided, her hips thrusting forward.

  The friction sent his head lolling to the side. He’d had plenty of women on top of him, but none had pushed him so close to the edge with some good old-fashioned dry humping. He dug his fingertips into the plumpness of her ass. He thrust upward, matching the rhythm she’d started.

  Her gasp ricocheted through the living room. She pulled back to look at him.

  “Yeah. You liked that.” He couldn’t fight the grin. Her chest heaved as she watched him, mouth parted like he’d suggested they head straight to fucking.

  “That…”

  “Feels amazing,” he finished for her.

  She clamped her mouth shut, smoothing a palm over the front of his shirt. Reverent, like touching hallowed soil. “Is that…” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Your…”

  “My cock?”

  Her cheeks went red. All the answer he needed.

  “Sure is, Red.” He thrust upward again, grinding against her crotch. She sucked in a shuddery breath, her eyes fluttering shut.

  “Why does it feel so good?”

  “Dry humping, sweets.” The pet name flew out of his mouth without thinking, but he barreled on. “This is the kind of shit you do in seventh grade in your bedroom when the ’rents aren’t looking.” He sent her a devilish look. “Luckily we don’t have anyone to tell us no. Or do we? Where’s your roommate?”

  “At work,” she said weakly.

  “Mmm.” He snagged her lips in another velvety kiss. He started a slow roll beneath her and she clung to him. Her head dropped back, showing off the pulse skating beneath her skin.

  She bucked her hips against him tentatively. He grunted. “There you go,” he said in a low voice, tilting his head to get a look at her from a different angle. She could be his kinky angel. A strangled whimper escaped her. Maybe she was holding it in.

  “Don’t be shy, Red.” He ran his hands up the sides of her body, tracing that deep dip in her waist. Her tank top had rolled up a few inches, showcasing the porcelain terrain beneath. He pressed his fingertips beneath the fabric. Teasing. Threatening to go higher. “Show me how loud you can be.”

  She shook her head. “Cobra, I can’t do that. Somebody could hear us.”

  “There’s nobody here.” His cock throbbed in his pants. He wanted to fuck her until the sun went down. Until the sun came up again. Rinse and repeat until exhaustion claimed him. He dragged his lips over her shoulder, tasting the salty-sweet tang of her flesh.

  “But the walls,” she said in a shaky voice, “are thin.”

  He ground his hips in a slow circle, watching the expressions crease her face. First pain, then shock, then something damn near close to bliss.

  When he did it again, she groaned softly. Clinging to him like her life depended on it. “So what base does this put us at?”

  Chapter 20

  “It’s a technicality,” he said, laughing through another kiss. “Clothes aren’t off. This is still second base.”

  Gen gripped the ridge of his shoulders. A riot of sensation flooded her. He felt too good between her legs. He acted as the bolt of lightning amid this swirling sexual storm.

  “Of course you know how to break the sex rules,” she said, rocking her pelvis against him. That look crossed his face again, the one she read as a warning. Telling her he was maybe one more rock away from unhinging. From pushing both of them off the edge of a cliff she’d never even looked at for the entirety of her adult life.

  Cobra’s eyes fluttered shut, his jaw flexing. “God, Red. Can you imagine?” His fingertips dug into the sides of her hips again. She wilted against him. “How good it’s gonna feel when we finally fuck?”

  She drew a low breath, his words screaming through her. When we finally fuck. It was the hottest, most sinful thing anyone had said to her. She wasn’t supposed to fuck—good girls were vessels for their husband’s pleasure—but that was exactly what she needed. Why Cobra was sitting on her couch at five p.m. rubbing his super-aroused penis against her…pussy.

  Maybe this was a little bit about her pleasure too.

  She could barely think the word without heat finding her face. She buried her face in his neck. The scent there comforted her. Like a miniature safe zone. “I cannot imagine. Not even a little bit.”

  “Mmm.” His moan turned into a growl. “I can.” He rocked beneath her, increasing the friction. Every time that hard ridge between his legs knocked against her most sensitive parts, the air in her lungs dissipated. Warm tingles swirled in her core.

  “God, I can’t wait until you can feel how deep I’ll go,” he said, his voice a husky reverie. Every word
thrilled through her. “I’ll sink so deep, Gen.” He wet his bottom lip, his eyes on the heavy roundness of her breasts. “I’ll fuck you until you scream.”

  He bucked beneath her again, another zip of pleasure swarming her limbs. She’d imagined hooking up with a guy, but already this couch session with Cobra was a hundred times hotter than she could have imagined. One of his hands wandered up the side of her shirt, inching closer to her breast.

  She sucked in a fortifying breath and grabbed his hand, placing the palm on her breast. What was she thinking? The sexual tension had possessed her. Rendered her courageous and crazy. His eyes flashed, a wicked smile making the corners of his lips curl upward.

  “Can I take it off?”

  The question sizzled through her, but finally she shook her head. Not courageous enough. With all the female bodies he’d seen, hers would be a letdown, she was sure of it. She couldn’t deal with that extra level of vulnerability today.

  Cobra wet his bottom lip, brushing a thumb over the tight point of her nipple. She whimpered again—she hated doing that—another warning churn in her core. Cobra rocked beneath her again. Her breasts jiggled in response, and he took a healthy squeeze.

  “Mmm. Gen.” The sound of her name on his lips was enough to set her panties on fire. “Do you know how long we’re gonna fuck?”

  Lord. This seemed like a trick question. “Um…for five minutes?”

  His throaty laugh sent a shiver through her. “No, sweets. For a lot longer than that.”

  His words were a promise, one that let her body fall into a rhythm against his bucking and bumping. It felt so natural, some primordial knowledge that existed deep in her bones. Blossoming before her, like he was the key to this secret dance. Her mind drifted, but she was achingly present—the soft gasps between them punctuating the air, the relentless friction as he ground against her crotch. The tightening in her core as their bodies came together.

  His eyes were nearly black as he looked up at her. Brimming with secrets. With promises. With every sin she was desperate to commit.

  He ground up into her again, that hardness between his legs grazing her clit enough to start the downward race. Her breath caught in her throat, and she went rigid. Blindsided by the rushing of warmth and bright and tingling and scent. She made a choking sound, the least appealing of all her previous noises, and she pitched forward, clutching onto the rock arc of his bicep.

  The orgasm shuddered through her, more powerful than anything she’d ever produced with her hand or vibrator. She shivered once it was through her, leaving her body deflated yet hypersensitive in its wake.

  Cobra looked up at her with amusement on his face. That dimple flashing for the briefest of seconds in his cheek. “Red.”

  Only after he said her name did she realize she was heaving. She tried to catch her breath, to play it off, to act like she hadn’t come from the friction alone. He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Red,” he said again, his voice softer. “Did you just come?”

  She bit her bottom lip, meeting his gaze guiltily. She nodded.

  His lips curved into an entrancing smile. As if she’d told him he’d won a million dollars. “Well, damn.”

  She pressed her palms against his chest, embarrassment taking root. “I…I couldn’t…”

  “Hey. It’s okay.” He jerked beneath her again, which made her breath hitch. The grin widened. “Told you dry humpin’ was pretty great, right?”

  She laughed weakly. “Yeah. A little better than I bargained for.” She gnawed on the inside of her lip, waiting for a flood of shame. Or regret. But all that came was curiosity. She wanted more. She wanted a lot more.

  “What about you?” she asked so quietly she barely heard herself. His erection was tucked between her legs still, a hot, pulsing reminder. “You didn’t.”

  That shroud came down over his eyes again. He grunted. “Nope.”

  She drew a ragged breath, assessing the bulge between his legs. Trying to decide if certainty or bravado ran through her veins. Like maybe the orgasm had given her a false sense of bravery, akin to the adrenaline rush after an accident.

  She pressed her palm to the bulge. It seemed warmer there, but maybe that was her imagination. Or maybe they’d really almost started a fire with all that friction.

  Curiosity swirled in his eyes, rimmed with fire. “You want to go there?”

  His question felt more like a dare. She scooted back a little, exposing the full breadth of his crotch. His erection made a notable tent in his workout shorts. His steely gaze followed her like a hawk.

  “I don’t know.” It was the truth. Maybe dry humping was as far as she should wade into the sex waters today. It was a big checkmark on the list—so big, in fact, she’d have to create a new entry for the accomplishment.

  He grunted again, then dug his fingers into the softness of her ass. He jerked her forward, their groins connecting for a hot, sweet moment, then slapped her hip.

  “Get up.” He jerked his chin, urging her off him. “And turn around.”

  She did as she was told, standing and facing away from him. She looked back over her shoulder just in time to catch his hand sliding between his legs, cupping the bulge there. He wet his bottom lip as his gaze traveled up and down her body. Like he was watching something sexy on television. Like she was the object of a fantasy. She clenched her thighs together.

  “Damn.” He shook his head. “These shorts. She’ll let you keep ’em?”

  She shrugged as he reached for her, yanking her backward by the hips. She giggled as she fell onto the couch cushion between his legs. His hot breath appeared at her ear.

  “There’s so many different positions we have to try.” His palms skated over the tops of her thighs, urging her legs wider. She complied, her head lolling to the side under the spell of his words. “We might not even get to them all.”

  Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingertips danced over her inner thighs. Electricity jolted through her, every inch of her body alive and on fire yet again. This man could possess her, infiltrate her, entirely consume her. He held a power that inspired fear as much as reverence. Going all the way with Cobra could mean one thing: intense, life-changing sex.

  Was she ready for that?

  His hands swirled circles up along her thighs until they reached the hem of her shorts. His fingertips grazed the crotch of the shorts, brushing over her womanhood. She sucked in a sharp breath.

  “Cobra,” she started, but the rest of her sentence disappeared when one of his fingers grazed her clit. She cried out, writhing on top of him, needing more, unable to ask for it. She wanted him in a way that scared her. Having him inside her seemed the only way to sate this hunger.

  “We’re still on second base,” he murmured, his fingertips dancing lightly over the crotch of her shorts. His solid heat was a comfort pressed up against her back. A pronounced hardness nudged at her lower back. His thumb brushed over her again, causing a jolt of heat through her limbs. She whimpered, biting her bottom lip, trying and failing to formulate a response.

  This wasn’t how she’d imagined it, not even a little bit. This was deeper and realer and raw. This hurt, as much as it sated.

  “Cobra,” she said again, her voice sounding more like a wheeze. She bucked, wanting to wriggle off of him as much as she wanted those fingers to slip inside her panties. This was so, so, so naughty. Naughtier than she’d ever been in her entire life. The realization shuddered through her, sending panic streaking alongside lust. Getting off on top of him had been an accident—a simple byproduct of something that she could still pretend was innocent.

  This was intentional. This was too much.

  “Going for number two, Red,” he whispered into her ear. He kept her pinned against him, in the hot space between his legs, the steel of his thighs locked around her. She wanted to stay here forever. She never should have arrived, either.

  “You—” she started, those sharp prickles igniting in her core.
The warning. The finish line drew near. “It’s not—”

  His thumb flicked between her legs. “Mmm.” His moan into the side of her head was all it took. The final push, the one to send her sprawling and careening over the edge. A shriek bubbled up in her chest, erupting just as the wave of pleasure coated her, sticky and hot and blinding. Her hips bucked, and she arched back against him. His fingertips dug into the white of her thighs, holding her in place against the onslaught.

  When the high subsided, she was huffing. Unable to catch her breath. Unable to catch her mind. “Ohhhhh, my Lord. What the…” She inhaled shakily, melting back into the reassuring solidness of his chest. “That was so…”

  Cobra’s soft chuckle felt like a caress all its own. “Hot?”

  “Yeah.” She clutched at his thick forearms, eyes drifting over the swirls and barbed wire and skulls tattooed there. She should make a comprehensive list of his tattoos, though it seemed impossible. Every time she looked, she found new ones. But her favorite tattoo, by far, was the swollen, broken, scarlet heart bursting out of a cartoonish-looking clock. It spoke to her. Told her something that even she didn’t entirely understand.

  She tried to sit up, but weakness consumed her. “Fudge. I can’t even move.”

  “You said it again.”

  “What?”

  “You’re not saying ‘fuck,’” Cobra said. His warm hands squeezed the tops of her thighs. “Say it.”

  “Fffffffuck,” she said. It was still so hard. But in the wake of those orgasms, maybe anything was possible. Including fucking.

  “There you go.”

  “Fuck it.” Now it just popped out of her.

  “Good,” Cobra said.

  “Fuck you!”

  Cobra’s face thinned. She clamped a hand over her mouth, keeping in a giggle.

  “I plan on fucking you,” he whispered into her ear. The back of her neck went prickly.