Page 114 of Blindside Sinner

She bites back a laugh because she knows better than to encourage me. Rolling her eyes, she starts to walk out.

But before she can get far, I reach out to snare her by the wrist. “Wait.”

She smiles and tilts her chin down like she knows what I’m about to say, what I’m about to do. “Beck…”

I hold up the vibrator in one hand and pull her panties from my pocket with the other. “I think you forgot something.”

She’s already shaking her head. “Oh, no, Beck. I can’t. You already?—”

“Sure you can. Think of the reward later on.”

This was just an appetizer. Later, we’re going to tear down the walls of that hotel. But right now, I want her ready, begging for what she wants.

“Beck!”

I pull her in so that her back is against my chest and when I reach around to pull up her skirt, she sighs softly. “Tell me you want it, Sloan.”

“I… want it.”

“What do you want?” I slide the cool plastic over her clit. She’s still sensitive, so she jumps and yelps. “Tell me. Be specific.”

“I want you to put the vibrator inside me.” She’s breathless already. And I’m not near finished.

“In your mouth?” I slide it over her belly, up to her throat, and near her mouth. She doesn’t answer. “In your ass?” I push her away and bend her over again, lift the back of the skirt and slide it in between her cheeks.

“In my pussy. I want you to put the vibrator in my pussy.” She guides my hand and pushes it in, pulls it out, and pushes it in again. I slide my finger across the screen of my phone to bring it buzzing to life, then I help her into her panties again.

When she’s all good, I give her a once-over. “You’re fucking beautiful when you talk like that, you know. I’m going to be hard as a rock all night.” Satisfied, I nod and turn the vibrator off. She’s been a good girl—she deserves a little bit of respite. “Now, let’s go eat.”

The revelry and drinking last long into the night, but Sloan and I are the first to leave. She’s had her hand in my lap for hours, stroking my dick through my pants, and in return, I’ve fired the vibrator up and down. Every moan cascading from her lips is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

She’s a hunger I can’t satisfy. A need in my gut that won’t go away. It’s sexual, obviously—that’s all fine and well and good. I know how to handle my libido.

But what’s bothering me—well, that’s not the right word. It’s not bothering me, per se. It’s just that there’s something else to it, too. Something I can’t figure out. Something I don’t have words for.

Sloan means more to me than a sloppy fuck or two.

We get a car to the hotel. In the elevator, I pull her to me, hold her against my body while I kiss her softly and tenderly. She threads her arms around me and hangs on. The kiss is like our way of finding words for that feeling I can’t describe. Her lips are soft and full.

She tastes like whiskey and redemption.

I want to devour her, but I hold back until we reach the safety of my hotel room and the door is shut behind us.

As soon as the lock clicks, her hands slide up my chest and push the jacket off my shoulders, unknot my tie, unfasten my buttons and peel the shirt off.

“Eager, are we?”

She doesn’t answer, just rips my belt from the loops and drops it to attack the zipper and hook holding my slacks closed.

As she shoves my pants down, I pull my phone out and set the vibration into drooling territory, then walk her to the bed. My dick is hard and she bends to take it in her mouth, swirl her tongue over the head, down the shaft and back up before she closes her lips around it and gives a long pull.

She’s moaning and panting and sucking my dick deep into her throat until my knees are weak.

“I’m going to come if you keep that up,” I inform her.

She smiles up at me with my cock in her mouth, which is just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she mumbles.

“In your fucking dreams. I’m not even close to being done with you.”

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