Page 33 of Sinful Desires

That didn’t stop me. I didn’t know what would now that a wicked little sizzle danced up my spine. Finally, what I’d always heard made sense. Danger made the whole thing much hotter.

I opened his fly and reached inside his boxer briefs to pull his stiffening dick through the opening at the front. I knew how big he was. He had damn near split me in half. Still, having him in my hand left me wondering if I could take him into my mouth.

I had to try. It was the challenge that drove me to run my tongue around his ridge, making him tense, releasing a deep breath, and sinking into the seat. “Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned out, barely audible over the movie playing behind me.

His hand found the back of my head as I took him into my mouth, letting him slide past my lips. I held him there for a second, taking him to the edge of his patience before plunging my head down as far as I could go. Already, the salty taste of his precum danced across my tongue.

There was a sense of power, which was why I had always enjoyed giving head. Being in control of a man’s pleasure, setting the pace, slowing down if it seemed he was rushing toward the end.

Now, it was even better. There was more than a feeling of power surging through me as I bobbed rhythmically up and down, using my tongue to massage the bundle of nerves under his head with each stroke. This was Miles I was sucking. For once, I was in control, and I was going to savor every second of it.

I released him with a soft, popping sound, followed by his deep groan. “Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, pushing on my head like that would help.

Stroking him with my hand, I shook my head. “You don’t call the shots now,” I warned, giggling when he groaned again in dismay. “Sorry.”

“No, you aren’t,” he muttered miserably. That misery ended when I licked his head like a lollipop before plunging downagain, sucking harder until there was nothing he could do but grunt with every breath, all of his control slipping away while the music reached a crescendo that filled the room as I took him to the edge.

“Yeah… just like that… you’re gonna make me come…” he whispered, lifting his hips, frantic for relief. I moved faster, letting his sharp gasps guide me until he groaned, his hand tightening around the back of my head, pulling my hair an instant before he filled my mouth with a rush of salty warmth that I quickly swallowed back, keeping up, somehow needing to prove I could take all of him. A strange sense of pride swelled in my chest when he finished.

I released him and reached for my soda, taking a long gulp as I stood. The movie was over now, the sled burning up in the fire and sending plumes of smoke into the sky. “Sorry I made you miss the end of the movie,” I murmured.

In the soft glow from the screen, I caught sight of his wide grin. His eyes were closed, his heaving chest slowly starting to settle down. “Are you kidding?” He sighed. “That was the best fucking film I’ve ever seen. It could be we need to go to your room to discuss it a bit more.”

What was already warm and wet suddenly started to ache at his choice of words. “I think I could spare a little time for some film discussion,” I agreed while he tucked himself into his pants.

This was bad.

It was so bad.

Then why did it feel so good?

14

MILES

“Tell me.” Settling back in my chair, I crossed one ankle over the other knee. “What’s it like going out for boys’ night when two of you are settled down?”

Colton and Noah exchanged a glance, both of them smirking. “Different,” Noah announced. “Not in a bad way. But different.”

“I sure as hell don’t mind.” Evan snickered, lifting his glass to the two of them. “More for those of us who choose not to get tied up with one pussy for too long.”

“Watch it,” Colton growled out. It was amazing how he could suddenly go from affable to murderous. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend that way.”

“Or my sister,” Noah added, narrowing his eyes, but it didn’t last long before he chuckled, jerking a thumb at Colton. “Or his sister, for that matter.”

“You mean to tell me the two of you didn’t kick each other’s asses over that?” I found it difficult to believe either of them would have been all right with the other fucking their sister. It was sort of a code, even I knew that, but I’d never had close friendships like theirs. Acquaintances at most. Roommates, classmates. Nothing like this. Nothing with history.

“Noah tried,” Colton told me with a smirk.

Holding up a hand, Noah insisted, “I held myself back for Rose’s sake. I didn’t want her to watch me beat the shit out of you.”

“A likely story,” I concluded, and laughter rose among the five of us.

“Oh, Miles.” Colton lifted a hand to signal for a server. “Did anyone talk to you about my parents’ anniversary party next week? Tuesday night. It was the only time the old folks could agree on.”

“I hadn’t heard anything about it,” I admitted. “Would it be appropriate for me to be there?”

He nodded, almost laughing off what seemed to me a reasonable question. “I’m sure they would love to meet you.” I could believe that, strangely enough. Even Magnus and Evelyn struck me as genuinely warm and welcoming after weeks spent under their roof—time had clearly softened them. What a shame it did nothing to change the shitty choices they made in their younger days or the consequences of those choices.

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