Page 175 of Vicious Saint
Saint picks up the pace, and a moan of relief slips past my lips with the increased friction. I never thought being fucked this way could feel so amazing, or ignite a fire in my belly desperate for more.
Saint’s movements turn erratic as kisses and sweat from our foreheads mix together. Then, with only a few more thrusts he freezes, his dick twitching as his orgasm overflows my insides.
Saint looks down at where we’re connected, catching his breath with a laugh.
“I’m not even sorry.”
I snort, which only makes him laugh louder, the two of us in a fit of hysterics when he rolls off me.
“Surprised you’re not jumping up to change the sheets,” I say as he stares at the ceiling.
“Your room, not mine.”
I smack his chest with the back of my hand. “Asshole.”
“Ouch.” He rubs where I hit him. “Was that payback for not making you come?”
“Didn’t consider that, but sure.”
With his signature boyish grin, Saint pulls me closer by my waist until we’re spooning.
“Any regrets?”
“Want my honesty?”
“Duh.”
“No regrets. You?”
The tips of his fingers dance along the sleeve of my T-Shirt.
“Just one.” He pulls at the seam. “Not taking this stupid thing off.”
Shaking my head, I reach for his arm to squeeze my side, using the quiet moments to think about something Vic mentioned earlier about Saint.
About why he wanted me to stay with him.
How he believes wholeheartedly that his son is capable of being saved, and how I’m starting to believe he may be right.
“Hendrix! You better be up!” My mother’s distant voice wakes me, shortly after there’s a knock at the door. “It’s already past seven.”
What the—?
My eyelids blink slowly as the room comes into view, then get attacked by the sunlight beaming through the window.
“Fucking aye,” I groan, shielding my eyes, looking over to find a sleeping, naked Saint face down on the bed.
My heart lurches in my chest.
“Shit, Saint,” I whisper, shaking him with enough violence to wake the dead. “Get the fuck up.”
“No—” he grumbles, searching behind him for my hand to smack away.
I kick him this time.
“It’s morning, we’re late for school, and my mother is outside the damn door!”
He lifts his head to punch the pillow, then drops back onto it. “Tell her to fuck off.”
