Page 85 of My Favorite Sin

I lift up onto my toes, brushing my lips against his. “I love it.”

He smiles against my mouth, holding me in his arms. “This place is yours, you know.” He’s spent the last few days proving so, making sure I feel at home. Dan cleared out space in his walk-in for my clothes. He’s done the same with the bathroom medicine cabinet. He’s even given me a set of keys. “I’m going to struggle sending you back to The Hamptons. You belong here, with me.”

I don’t let myself think about the logistics of our relationship. Living here with Dan would raise questions from our family, not to mention the long commute I’d need to make every day to Sacred Heart. We can sort those issues out later. All I want right now is to be lost in this happy place I’ve finally found with Dan.

Dan takes my hand in his, lowering me onto his lap in front of the piano. “Play something for me.”

“While your dick is poking at my ass? Kind of hard to concentrate.”

We both laugh. Dan kisses my bare shoulder. “You shouldn’t have come out here wearing only bedsheets. Play something. I miss watching you at the piano.”

I perform a simple waltz because it’s all I’m capable of when I can feel how hard Dan is. Upon finishing, I turn in Dan’s lap, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Happy?”

His gaze drops to my mouth in a total daze before meeting my eyes. “Audition for Juilliard.”

My stomach knots, removing me from the intimate moment. “What? Dan, no. I can’t.”

“We’ll work through the panic attacks together. You don’t have to audition this year. Just… make it a goal. I know you want to study there.”

I shake my head. “It’s more than the auditioning part that scares me. If I get accepted, it will be so competitive.”

He kisses my neck, the warmth of his breath tickling me, and I feel its effects between my thighs. His lips lower, tracing a path down to my breasts, and I’m suddenly finding it hard to think about anything other than him.

“Dan…” I laugh between words. “If this is some way to… distract me or coax me into agreeing to audition, it won’t work.”

“Yeah, but I can always try.” He unties the sheet from around me, letting it fall to the ground, revealing my naked body.

Dan repositions my legs around his waist so that I’m straddling him. His gaze roams down my breasts, my hips, all the way to my pussy. I flush with heat, loving the way he stares at me, the way his jaw tics and how his gaze darkens.

His fingers brush against my wetness and a guttural sound leaves his chest. “My cum is leaking out of you from the last time.”

I bring his fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean.

Dan’s eyes flare. He kisses me while returning his fingers between my thighs, gliding them over my clit then pushing them deep inside me.

I moan, arching into his touch. I’m so tender that this is the last thing we should be doing right now, but I can’t stop chasing the pleasure his touch gives me. Dan’s fingers thrust in and out of me. The sensation is raw and exhilarating, sending shocks of heat through my entire body.

“I love playing with your body like this,” he murmurs. “Using it how I want. Making you come. I want to watch you come on my fingers over and over again.”

Dan’s fingers curve, hitting my G-spot, makingme buck my hips involuntarily. From the corner of my eye, I spot movement, and catch the sight of myself in a nearby wall-mounted mirror. My pussy clenches around his fingers as I lean back against the piano and watch my reflection while Dan fucks me with his hand. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen—him, working his fingers inside of me, sucking my nipples.

Dan chuckles. “Ally, are you watching us in the mirror?”

I nod, breathless.

“Keep watching as I make you come.”

As soon as he rubs my clit, the heat building in my core expands and I lose control, shuddering as I watch myself having an orgasm.

“That’s it. Good girl,” Dan praises. “Such a good little slut letting me work your body so hard.” His fingers keep thrusting inside me, slowing down as the pleasure fades.

I collapse into him, panting and flushed. “If that was meant to change my mind about Juilliard, the answer is still no.”

Dan laughs. “I’d forgotten all about Juilliard. I have something else on my mind right now.” He carries me to his bed and I lay back on the mattress, watching as he strips out of his pants. My eyes travel straight to his erection.

Before I can get a word out, Dan flips me over onto my stomach. I cry out with bliss, clutching the bedsheets as he thrusts into me from behind. His grip on my waist is firm and possessive. I push back, thrusting with him. He groans, entering me hard. Faster. I come again, shouting his name. Dan doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking until another orgasm ripples through me.

Finally, he slows down, and I laugh, limp beneath him. “What are you doing to me?”

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