Page 187 of The Sinner: James

A part of him even loves James’ hate for both of us right now.

He pulses in my hand as I slowly part my lips and shift my mouth closer to his crown.

I swirl my tongue around his flesh, paying attention to his body. My touch is soft and tender, exerting the kind of pressure I assume he likes.

His chest rocks with shorter breaths and his lips curl into a smile while his eyes burn between his lashes.

He jerks his hips and pushes his stiff length through my fist, nearing my mouth.

I keep arousing him, fueling his longing for me and solid anticipation.

“Hey, baby,” I murmur, ignoring his friend completely.

James tightens his grip on my hair, towering over me, trying to ruin it for us.

That makes me even more determined to show Lex a good time. My hands move up and down his erection, using a mix of tenderness and passion and not marred by the slightest hesitation.

As if we were alone.

My strokes are sensual, my grip tense to make him hot.

Gradually, I increase the pace, his smile telling me I’m doing it right.

Ignoring James, he brings his hand to my face and splays his fingers over my cheek–––his touch is tender, a world apart from James’ grip.

Lovingly, he strokes my face, waiting for that perfect moment when I part my lips and tilt my head back, roll my tongue up his length and plump veins before closing my fist around his girth and smoothly pulling him into my mouth.

He’s rock hard while I get tingles between my legs.

A quiet curse comes to my ears as a shudder falls through him.

He stirs in my mouth as I swirl my tongue around his crown and slide my lips down his length.

James’ grip slackens eventually.

I use my newfound freedom to crane my neck and bob my head, taking Lex deeper into my mouth.

His eyes close briefly as he indulges in my touch.

James’ fingers trace my shoulders and my neck before gathering all my hair into his fist.

Holding it back, he watches me sucking Lex, his breaths rolling out a little faster.

“You taste good,” I say to Lex.

He cups my face with both hands and softly caresses my skin, his eyes hazy and unfocused, his hips rocking harder.

I slide my hand up his body and slink my fingers inside his shirt before kneading his abs.

I pull him out for a moment.

“I want to see you, baby,” I say.

He tears his shirt open and yanks it off.

I shoot my eyes up, taking in his well-built body. His biceps bulge and his abs ripple as he moves.

Hard and hot, he is so close to coming, the pleasure only rising fast for both of us.

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