Page 25 of A Sinner's Saint

Well, fuck. If my dick wasn’t hard before, it sure as shit is now. “You want to taste me?” I ask her.

“I want to suck you into my mouth, Vin. I want to give you pleasure like you’ve given me.” Cammi’s eyes bore into mine.

I pull my shirt over the back of my head and toss it to the floor. As I unbutton my jeans, Cammi slides off the bed and drops to her knees right in front of me. I pause. This isn’t right. She shouldn’t be on her fucking knees for me.

Get on your knees and open your mouth, boy,the Russian voice echoes in my head. No. This isn’t happening. They don’t invade my mind when I’m with Cammi. Fuck. Squeezing my eyes closed, I take a step backwards.

“Get up,” I tell her.

“What?”

“I said get up. Get up off the fucking floor, Cammi.” My voice rises and I move back farther.

“Okay.” Cammi pushes herself up from the ground. “What’s wrong? What happened just now?”

“You don’t belong on the fucking floor. You don’t belong on your knees,” I tell her.

“It’s okay.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s not okay. I don’t want you on your knees. Not for me. Not for anyone.”

“It’s okay. I don’t have to be on my knees,” she says. “I have an idea. Come and lie on the bed.”

“I should take you home,” I whisper.

“Do you want me to leave? Because I don’t want to.” Cammi crawls onto the middle of the mattress and sits.

“No, I don’t want you to leave,” I tell her. “But, fuck, I can’t… There are things… I don’t want to fuck this up. I need you.” I drop my gaze to my feet. She makes me so fucking vulnerable, and at the same time, I’ve never felt safer. I’ve never needed anyone like I need her.

“Come here.” Cammi taps the space next to her on the bed. I walk over slowly. I really should send her home. I sit down and Cammi scoots over, closing the distance I left between us. “You aren’t going to fuck this up, Vin. Just tell me what you need me to do. This consent thing goes both ways, you know. I don’t want to do anything that you don’t like or want either.”

“I think I should go to church on Sunday,” I tell her.

Cammi’s brows draw down in confusion. “Okay, why?”

“To thank God for sending you to me. I don’t know how many saints he has running around, but I’m sure as fuck glad he let me have you,” I tell her. I’m not particularly religious. No one ever answered my prayers when I needed it the most. But I can’t think of any other explanation than divine intervention for Cammi.

“If you knew the thoughts in my head right now, you wouldn’t think me very saintly.” Cammi’s lips tip up into a mischievous grin.

“Yeah, what kind of thoughts are they?” I ask her.

“You’re sitting here practically naked in front of me, Vin. Trust me. The things I want to do with you are very impure.”

“You want to touch me?” I ask her, undoing my belt and then the button on my jeans.

Cammi nods. Her eyes focused on my hands gliding over my zipper.

“You want to taste me? You want to take my cock into that pretty little mouth of yours?” I pull my dick free from the confines of my pants, wrap my hand around my shaft, and tug.

Cammi licks her lips and nods again.

“Ask me, Cammi.”

“Vin, can I suck your cock?” she says, her cheeks turning pink.

“It’s all yours.” I lean against the headboard, and this time when Cammi moves closer to my cock, I don’t freak out. She’s not on her knees. We’re on a bed. Her head lowers. Her tongue runs along the underside of my dick and shivers run up my spine. “Fuck,” I hiss.

Cammi shoves my hand aside and takes hold of my dick, her lips closing over the tip as she gently sucks. “Mmm,” she moans, sliding my length farther into her mouth and hollowing out her cheeks before she slides back up again.

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