Page 30 of When Sinners Fall
I catch her chin and bring her back to looking at me. “You stay right here. Don’t think about them yet.” She refocuses, nods a little. “I’ve got you. Smell what's around you. Listen to it. Lose yourself in it.”
“Somewhere quieter, maybe?”
“No. That's not what you want, either. You want inside your head again. Dirty. Get on with it. Stop stalling and thinking.”
Soft fingers land on my hand carefully, nervously. She takes it slowly and feeds it in between us, taking mine to her pussy and hers to my jean-covered dick. Doesn’t take those greens off mine the entire time she’s rubbing against me softly. Keeps them locked. Focused.
I push her panties aside, letting my fingers sink inside her slowly, and listen as she moans quietly. She’s soaked down there – ready for anything I'm thinking up. Her lips part, hand stalling on my dick as I start rubbing. “Harder,” I murmur. “Get it out. I want to see you sucking it.” There’s a fraction of hesitation on her face.
I don’t do that.Wedon't do that.
I tilt her ass up to me and push harder on her pussy, sinking another finger in until she’s forgotten whatever reluctance she had. She groans and tips her head away from me, panting heavily. So I keep going to get this first one out of the way.
Doesn’t take long. She clings onto my arm, widens her legs to help me get deeper. Her mouth comes up to me when she’s almost there, erratic groans at my ear telling me she’s ready no matter her nerves. Everything clamps down around my fingers, and she shudders and keeps trembling under her own pressure.
There’s a while where we’re just looking at each other, and everything’s in slow motion again. I'm lingering in it, remembering. My fingers go to her mouth, and my thumb runs across her lips harshly. She's got her hands on my chest, her nails trying to get through my shirt. I smile, loose and dirty. Maybe I'm thinking about kissing her and leaving this place, but I can’t stop myself going further, pushing her further, and before I know it, I’m picking her up and moving her towards a darker corner.
I dump her ass on an old, leather couch and wait for her to get on with what I need now. She’s slow at first, but I can still see those greens watching me under the strobe lights bouncing around. She moves slowly, sexily, choosing to tease me about what I want. Probably not sensible given my mood and this place, but I keep watching, keep waiting, keep rigid until she finds her balls and makes a move.
She crawls then, and ends up picking at the buttons on my fly until I’m all out and in her hold.
My fingers wrap into that blonde hair of hers, tugging it sideways so I can get a good view of her on her knees. She’s talented with her mouth. She laps and purrs over my dick like a kitten would - slowly, gently - winding me further and further into a frenzy. And then she just licks the width of her tongue over my balls and all the way up to the tip repeatedly. I grunt and groan, fisting my hand tighter in her hair so she’ll get on with what needs doing. But she keeps playing with fire down there, trying to push me exactly where I would go if it wasn't her first try at this scene.
“You gonna behave like a good girl, or are we gonna argue?”
She writhes her body about, keeps teasing and licking instead of eating. Fine.
I shove it in her mouth, make her gag once and pull back. “You need that again?” She frowns and looks up at me, fierce eyes seeming pissed, as she tries tugging her hair from my hold. I don’t like that thought. “Yeah, you need that again.” She wanted this darkness – agreed.
She’s getting it.
I move so quickly she hasn’t got a hope of stopping me. She’s pushed back on the couch, and I’m climbing up her body so I can get my dick back in her mouth and make her gag a few more times. She needs to learn how to take that, needs to learn how to take me.
Her eyes go wide, fingers trying to claw at my legs. “You're not in control here, Little Bird.” She tries backing away, so I grab her hair some more and push back in harder. “I am. Behave.”
A few minutes pass by with me pushing in long, deep strokes, and I keep watching as she groans and gags around me. I’m about to come when I decide playtime’s over. The length of me slides out of her mouth. “You like these dark corners, don't you?” She wipes her arm over her lips to swipe away the spit. “Easier to hide in them.” Her legs move, and she starts crawling up the couch. “I never was one for hiding.”
She’s picked up, and I’m carrying her where I wanted her in the first place. I find a corner in the main room and back us up into it, dropping her in front of me. She lands and rebalances, nervous of the people around us, panicking. I get it. She's scared. Tough, fear gets you nowhere in this world. She’s about to find out what fucking without worrying about it is like.
My shirt gets dumped on the floor, and her hands get placed down a bench, ass high so I can ruck the dress straight over it.
“Dante, I'm not sure and-"” The panties get torn and shoved in my pocket, and I slap her ass as hard as I can. “Jesus!” She reels forward, wailing out at the sting, and looks back at me in surprise.
“Bring that ass back to me. Now. Be good for me.” That makes her frown, but it doesn’t stop her coming back at me for more. “Trust me.” Guess she remembers what playing with me gets her. So I keep slapping. Keep working her. Keep pushing for a boundary she doesn’t know she’s crossing.
“Oh god,” she mumbles, sagging on the bench and trying to crawl away. I lift her back up by her ribs and stand her on her heels again, making her take another few hits after that. “Dante?”
My fingers reach for her face to drag it towards me, hand landing hard on her again. “Watch what's around you. Live it. Enjoy it.” No sound out of her this time, no protest either. Just a glazed look that shows me she’s finding herself. “That's a good girl.”
My dick’s out and straight into her, rammed home with all I’ve got. Those greens go wide, her mouth opens, and her fingers claw. I praise her for it. I watch those tears begin to fall and tell her how good she is, because that's the way I like it. Strained and tense. Desperate and full-on. No hiding the animal. No regret or pretending.
Yeah, we fuck. We fuck like she’s never fucked before, and I’ve never felt before. Hands. Mouths. Spit and cum. It’s all around us - part of us. She moans and grunts as she takes me, and I breathe through it and enjoy hurting her. We'll do it again somewhere quieter after this. We'll do it until she can't move, we're in sync, and I'm done. She’s not what she used to be when we were kids. She’s a woman. A real goddamn woman capable of taking everything I’ve got to give. I’m making the most of that whether she likes it or not.
CHAPTER TWELVE
WREN
I’m exhausted.
