Page 19 of Sins of a Rebel

“You and your fuckin’ tongue.” He grits his teeth. “I can’t stop thinking about how good it’s gonna feel when you wrap your lips around my dick and the sound of your moan when you taste my cum.”

My breath hitches. He wraps his hand around my throat. Only this time, he doesn’t let me pull back. His mouth crashes on mine, and I groan, letting him feel the vibration against his palm. His fingers tighten.

I blindly shove the candy back into the bag and toss it onto the couch, dragging my fingers through his hair to deepen the kiss.

This time when I pull the strands, he lifts his hips to thrust against me, and I grind my pussy over him, giving him back as much as he takes.

When I lean back from his mouth, he presses his forehead to mine and takes a deep breath.

“You make it so hard for me to keep my hands off you.”

“What if I told you I wanted your hands all over me?”

He drags his hand down my chest and pauses over my heart, his eyes turning serious, and I’m waiting for what he’s about to say. His finger brushes over the front of my swimsuit, and I wonder if he feels my heart hammering against his palm.

“Sin …” I trail off.

His eyes flicker, reaching his hand up to release my lip I hadn’t realized I was biting.

I grip his wrist, turning my face into his hand, and kiss his palm before trailing to kiss his fingertips. They’re rough and callused from years of playing guitar, but judging by his reaction when my lips meet his skin and he sucks in a breath, you’d never know it.

His eyelids lower, following each kiss starting with his pinky until I reach his pointer finger. He takes me off guard, tracing a line across my lower lip. I flick my tongue out to tease him, causing his nostrils to flare.

When I drag my tongue down the length of his finger, he lets out a low whistle, watching me intently as I do.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

He fidgets beneath me, and I smirk, fighting off the urge to let the smile take over my face.

If only he knew how much I loved the way his body reacted to me, he’d know I could do this all night.

“Goddamn, Kyla.” He grunts when I suck his finger into my mouth.

He wiggles it when he reaches the back of my throat, and I open my mouth, letting him watch as I take him all.

“I promised you I didn’t invite you over with other reasons in mind. If you keep this shit up, I’ll be forced to break my promise.”

I slowly drag his finger out, circling my tongue over the tip before trailing his hand down my chin and over my chest.

I stare down, watching his hand follow the path. I reach for the nylon material of my top, pulling it to the side to free my breast, and move his finger to circle the peak of my nipple.

He pulls back, this time sucking his finger into his mouth before brushing it over my puckered skin.

My whole body shudders, and I arch my back, grinding against him.

“Do it,” I taunt him. “Break your promise, Tysin. For me.”

We both know I mean this in more than one way.

It’s not about tonight. It’s more about him holding on to a promise he’s made to himself not to give into me because of my brother.

I’d tempt him a million times if it meant seeing the haze of desire on his face.

“I can’t wait to fuck your sweet little mouth.”

His words come out more like a plea than a statement.

A slow smile stretches across my face, knowing I got him. I reach between us, gripping his hard length over his pants and cause him to hiss through his gritted teeth.

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