Page 3 of Dead to Sin
His hand reached out and gently traced the curve of my jawline, his thumb, and forefinger lingering beneath my chin like he couldn’t help himself. The touch was intimate and unexpected, causing chill bumps to rise on my arms. “Funny,” he said, almost as if he was in a daze now.
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
I can’t pinpoint why I did what I did next. Maybe it was the fact that my emotions were a mess from the events of the day. Maybe it was justhim.
But I stood on my tiptoes, tilted my head upward, threaded my fingers through his dark hair, and kissed him.
And he didn’t seem to mind.
He didn’t seem to mind so much that he slid his hands under my thighs, his strong grip lifting me, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. My back hit the cool tile of the bathroom wall as he pressed himself against me. For a moment, I worried about someone walking in on us, but then his lips were on my neck and his fingers traced over the exposed parts of my skin, and I couldn't find it in me to care.
His cock hardened against my core and I realized how perfect this encounter was for making me forget what a shit day I’d had.
I tried to speak, but my breath caught in my chest as his teeth grazed my pulse point. I managed to form some semblance of the question in my mind, barely audible above the rush of blood in my ears. “I would feel so much better about this day,” I paused, gasping, “If you wouldplease, let me suck your cock.”
I couldn’t put my finger on what it was about this complete stranger that had me desperate for him to open a daycare centerin the back of my throat, but every part of my existence felt like it might be the answer to all my problems.
He paused and pulled back from me, his pupils blown wide and his mouth parted in surprise at my words.
For a second I thought maybe I’d popped the bubble we were in, but he lowered me down, the heat of his hard body against mine, and my feet touched the ground, but he didn't let go right away. “You think sucking a stranger’s cock in a filthy public restroom, where anyone could walk in at any time, will fix all of your problems?”
I lowered my gaze, shame washing over me when I realized how ridiculous this entire situation was—how utterly desperate I must have sounded to him.
“I– I’m sorry,” I stuttered and moved to walk away.
In a swift, almost violent motion, his fingers closed around my wrist and he yanked me back to him. I stumbled, caught off guard by his sudden pull, and he used the momentum of the movement to shove me to my knees. “I didn’t say I had a problem with it, Iris.”
It felt wrong that he called me that now, and I almost wanted to admit that I had lied to him about my name, but I didn’t. I was too desperate to feel something other than the whirlwind of emotions that had been filtering through me all afternoon and too distracted by the fact that the zipper of his pants wasright there.
The concrete bit into my skin, and he looked down at me with hooded eyes. Expectant.
“I don’t do this,” I admitted.
“Changed your mind?” he asked, offering his hand to help me back to my feet.
I stared at him, my thoughts racing. This was not me, notsafe, even. But somehow, every part of me wanted it.Neededit.
I tugged my lip between my teeth and his eyes darted to the motion. His hand dropped and he watched, mesmerized, as I unbuttoned his slacks and pulled his cock out.
He traced a path along my jawline, his fingers grazing my skin as he moved them from my chin to just behind my ear. Then he threaded his fingers through the back of my hair, grasping it tightly in his fist.
He paused—waiting—and it was very clear that despite the rough way he handled me, I was the one in charge here.
I was tentative in the way I curled my fingers around the hot, hard length of him. He was big—bigger than I’d had before andunquestionablybigger than Adonis—with thick, prominent veins that I had the sudden urge to trace every inch of with the tip of my tongue.
His fist tightened in my hair like he was barely able to restrain himself, and I liked that I had this effect on someone. Onhim.
I felt so time-pressed. Not just because someone could walk in at any given moment, but because if I gave myself even a second to think too hard about it, I might come to my senses.
I parted my lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock. The underside of his length slid over my tongue, grazing the back of my throat, and I sucked. Just once.
I gazed up at him to find that there was a spark in his eyes that hadn’t been there before now and I realized that I was no longer the one in control.
His free hand gripped my jaw and it dawned on me that I was at the mercy of a complete stranger.
“I’ve got you,” he said. It was hushed and gentle, and I melted in his hands. This wasdefinitelywhat I needed.
Running my hands up the sides of his thighs, I dug my fingers into the fabric of his pants, grasping for whatever leverage I could gain as he rocked against my face.
