Page 3 of Lessons in Sin

Before sidling away without a backwards glance.

Chapter 2

Walking with confidence, confidence that I sure as hell don’t feel, I head towards the exit.

It’s as if I can feel his gaze on me, dark and heated - the same way I left it looking only moments ago. The hairs on my neck rise, reaching out for Tristan as a bead of sweat slides down my spine. It takes more than just sheer willpower to stop myself from turning, from checking to see if he follows. I just have to trust that he will - if I turn, the illusion of seductive power will fall apart leaving me looking like an inexperienced idiot.

Can’t have that now, can we?

Growing up under the thumbs of two very controlling and very overbearing parents made it rather difficult to experiment, but even so, I did. I’m not a virginal flower and I sure shouldn’t be acting like one but … he makes me nervous. And it’s not any old type of nervous either, it’s the kind of nervous that sits in your stomach like a dark pit, threatening to swallow you whole with each misstep.

I don’t want to screw this up and be swallowed whole.

Sidestepping drunken couples making out and puddles of God only knows what, I finally reach the exit. Pushing through the heavy club doors, I’m greeted by clouds of cigarette smoke and the sounds of drunken laughter. Gulping down the crisp night air, I calm myself. Even now, with the cold air biting at the goosebumps running along my arms, I can feel the thread between us.

My parents have never spoken to me about love or lust or desire, so I don’t have much to go on, but this feels like … well it feels like more than just my hormones.

I sense him behind me a minute before his hands grip my hips, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me. The heat of his body envelopes me, and I bend to it, leaning into him as he slides his hand around my waist from behind.

He leans closer, the heat of his breath caressing my ears. ‘Hmmm, my place or yours?’

I can barely move, the need for him so strong that the thought of having to wait to have him, for even ten minutes, is unbearable.

Without thinking, I slide my palm into his and pull. He doesn’t question my motives as I lead him down an alleyway sandwiched between the club and the bar beside it, the clouded night sky blanketing us from any prying eyes.

He leans against the wall and for the first time since we were inside, I look at him. Under the glow of the moon, he’s devastating in his beauty - all dark hair and sharp angles making him look like a living god.

My thighs, already slick from desire, almost buckle.

He cups my chin, his eyes searching mine, but I ignore the question there and sink down onto my knees. Understanding wipes away the confusion, leaving only desire darkening those eyes, sending waves of heat in my direction.

‘I can’t wait.’ I breathe, unbuckling his belt. ‘I need you now.’ His eye, now half lidded, lower, desire transforming them to a shade of green so deep that in the low light they could be black.

The gravel of the floor scrapes my knees, but I can’t find it in me to care for anything beyond the desire coursing through my veins.

Sliding the belt from the buckle, my hands shaking, I shove his trousers and pants down to his ankles, desperate to see him hard and aching for me and …

Holy shit.

His cock, swollen and throbbing, must be seven inches at least. His muscles tremble under my hands as I steady myself on his thighs, looking at him in wonder. I’ve never thought of someone’s genitals as being … sexy before but as the old saying goes - there’s a first time for everything.

A glimmer of something wet forms on his tip. Leaning in closer, I lick it away, groaning at the taste of him - sweet and salty like a sinful bite of heaven. His hands thread through my hair, a harsh exhale drifting from his lips like a prayer. ‘Fuckkkk.’

I let my tongue explore every intoxicating inch of him - licking and sucking, taking him deeper and deeper until I’m gagging on the length of him. His taste, his presence, everything about him is like a drug to me, intoxicating my every sense.

He groans as I take him even deeper, the sound guttural and deep, echoing against the buildings soldiering us. His girth, thicker than my wrist, stretches my mouth to its limits and I love every second of it - his size a welcome challenge.

‘That’s it. Take It all Scarlett.’ He ground out. ‘Fuck yes, good girl.’

Those two words set something alight inside of me, heating my core to a slick mess of want and need. Looking up, I could have cum at the sight of him - head thrown back, pleasure etched along the sharp angles of his face, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Doubling my efforts, I try my best to take the entire span of him, but before long I feel arms grab me, pulling me up towards him, my knees wobbling from being pressed against the gravel for so long.

He was silent for a moment, his deep breaths the only sound to be heard amongst the muffled beat of the music from the club.

‘Why did you make me stop?’ I pout.

His fingers grasp my chin. ‘When I cum I don’t want it to be anywhere but inside you.’

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