Page 88 of Sin

“Fuck no!” My cheeks were burning too hot now. I didn’t think I could stand the mortification of reading erotic poems to my ex.

His palm cupped my cheek, making me meet his eyes. His pupils bled into his irises, making it impossible to tell where one began and one ended. His lips parted with a grin so wicked it would make the devil do a double take, and his white teeth flashed. “What if I made you a deal?” His free hand moved, dragging along the waistband of my jeans and causing my knees to buckle. “Read to me, and I’ll make it worth your while?”

“You’re joking.”

“I assure you, I’m not.” As if to prove how serious he was, he flicked open my pant’s button with ease. “What do you say, Sin?”

I gulped. Was this really happening?

“Are you sure?”

He frowned, studying my expression. “What’s wrong?”

“I just… I guess I didn’t know if you would want me like that anymore. I don’t look like I used to. I… I’ve lost a lot of weight,” I said, my insecurities rising.

He hung his head and laughed low and disbelieving. “Is that what you think? That I’m not attracted to you anymore?” When he looked at me again, I squirmed under the intense need in his expression, and slowly, he grabbed one of my hands and pressed it firmly against the erection straining in his jeans. “Sin, it’s not my desire for you that’s a problem.”

“No?”

Shaking his head, he grabbed me through my jeans, and my head fell back as I groaned. “Definitely not,” he said. “It’s our complicated past that’s kept me from fully giving in to you. But I’m tired of pretending you don’t still affect me. I still don’t know if I’m ready to dive back in with y—”

“London, I’m going to stop you right there,” I said, peeking at him through half-shut lids. “I don’t need you to promise me anything right now. Just please, touch me already.”

He hesitated a moment while he took me in, and his eyes heated. “Better get reading then,” he said, sending me a wicked grin as he dragged my zipper down.

“Mierda,” I whispered, shifting the book to watch what he was doing.

When he noted I wasn’t following his directions, he paused, smirking. He leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Read, Sin.”

Swallowing down my dignity, I turned my attention to the poem, even as he pressed in closer, his nose skimming down the length of my neck and making it hard to focus.

“I want to get a little reckless,” I read, and one of London’s hands skated up and over my collarbone, coming to rest at the base of my neck. I kept going, my voice trembling slightly as need and humiliation mixed. “Want your hands around my throat like a sinful necklace.”

As if to praise me, that teasing hand circled the front of my neck, and London’s thumb stroked a smooth line over my pulse point. He added just the smallest bit of pressure, but it was enough to make me pant and my body heat.

“Keep going,” he said, before dropping to his fucking knees. The sight of him kneeling before me more than made up for the loss of his hand on my neck.

I quickly read more of the poem. “I need to know that you’re not a—” I choked off, and a sound of encouragement left me as my jeans and boxers were yanked down under my ass. London positioned my free hand at the nape of his neck, letting his curls tickle my fingers. “I need to know you’re not a dream,” I tried again, breathless now as he gazed up at me with hungry eyes. My fingers tightened, gripping his hair a little rougher, and his lips parted with a low groan. “Need my fingers in your hair and hear you moan for me.”

Mierda. I… I couldn’t believe we were doing this. How had I started the night naked in a trash bag to having this man I wanted so desperately on his knees before me.

Because even though I was embarrassed as hell about my amateurish erotic poetry, I couldn’t deny this was one of the most sensual things I’d ever experienced. There was something about having my words played out in front of me that left my head spinning with want.

“I’m ready,” I whispered as London grabbed my ankles, letting his palms map my skin as he slowly trailed them higher. “I-I need you. I’m aching to touch you.” I sucked in a breath at the carnal look in London’s eyes as he feathered a single finger down my happy trail until he reached my length. When he gripped me in his palm and the heat of his skin circled me, I moaned in relief.

His touch was a soothing balm for my attention-deprived soul, and I wanted everything he was willing to offer.

“So what do you say?” I said around a moan as he started to work me, gliding his fist down and then up and around the head of my dick. Even without lube, the friction was enough to have my throbbing.

I almost forgot that I was supposed to keep reading when I peered down, only to find London with his other hand wrapped around his erection, getting himself off to the same rhythm he was using on me.

His hazy eyes lifted to mine, and he grinned, squeezing the crown as if to remind me I had a job to do. So I inhaled a sharp, unsteady breath and continued. “You wanna get a little reckless? Wanna forget tomorrow and make a fucking mess—” My words cut off on a hiss as his mouth closed over cock, and my hand involuntarily grabbed London’s curls tighter. He moaned around my length, letting me sink further into his mouth.

Fuck, he was so beautiful. I’d never found myself drawn to anyone else like I was to this man. He had the power to wreck me, whether in the worst or best of ways.

As his tongue stroked along my heated skin, teasing the vein in my shaft, I tried to find my voice again. Concentrating on anything but the delicious feel of his mouth on me was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do. “I need to know that you’re not a dream. Need to feel that wicked tongue on every inch of me.”

Said wicked tongue lapped at my slit, causing heat to race down my spine and build low in my stomach. I was struggling to hold back, to make this last a little longer. But like the temptation he was, London moaned as I took me to the back of his throat, his release bursting over his hand.

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