Sins of the Flesh (Exposed Series Book 1) (10 page)

I stared at a woman across the street and imagined that she had
six webbed toes and always thought it was the worst thing ever.

I passed a pimply faced teenager who looked like he would
happily swap his lava face for any other problem. Meanwhile, a group of teenage
girls smoked outside a department store across the street. I tried to guess
which one of them was going to end up with black, broken lungs like me.

And I noticed a woman in an obscenely tight white dress who was
so botoxed and dripping with hair extensions it was ridiculous. And even though
I didn’t approve, I knew we were desperate for the same thing. To turn back the
clock. Me on the inside and her on the outside.

Moments later, I caught a glimpse of myself in a blue glass
building. I was in my skinny jeans and an oversized black sweater. I didn’t
look sick at all. In fact, for a split second I admired how healthy and fit I
looked, completely forgetting that my insides were fighting a losing war.

Then suddenly, a familiar face walked out from the revolving glass
doors to my right. And at that moment, I knew exactly what I needed.

“Dawn!” Craig lifted his briefcase in a little wave, his face
glowing with obvious youth.

“Craig.” I cocked out a hip and pushed my sunglasses on my head,
feeling a decade younger in an instant. “What a pleasant surprise.”

He pressed his cheek to mine. “You look amazing.”

The lingering scent of his familiar cologne filled my mind with
filth. “Thanks. I feel amazing.”

“God how long has it been?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. You hadn’t passed the Bar.”

His blew air out from between his lips. “So too long then.”

I couldn’t help but smile. It was easy to remember why he was
the only patient I ever slept with. He came in to discuss whether his sexual
appetite was something he should be worried about. And I did my damnedest to
relieve some of the pressure he was under. Or rather, that his cock was under.

“I’m just off work,” he said, his green eyes casting their usual
spell. “Do you have time to grab a drink?”

I laughed. “A drink?”

He smiled.

We didn’t
go for drinks
. And I could tell from his smile
that he wasn’t suggesting we change our ways. So I batted my eyelashes and
pretended to think about it.

“Come on,” he said. “Surely you’re not too busy to catch up with
an old friend.”

I could’ve sworn he winked at me.

“Okay,” I said, my panties already wet. “Where to?”

“How about my apartment?”

“My Apartment?” I smirked. “Is that a new place? I haven’t heard
of it.”

A wide smile spread across his face, making my legs jealous.
“Yeah,” he said. “I think you’ll like it.” He stuck his elbow out.

I linked my arm in his and let him lead me across the street
into the parking garage.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out his keys. The lights of
a BMW flashed up ahead.

“Wow,” I said when I saw the black leather seats up close. “This
must have cost a pretty penny.”

He shrugged and opened the door for me. “I made partner last
fall. This was my present to myself.”

“Nice,” I said, sliding into the passenger seat.
“Congratulations.”

He put his briefcase on the floor in the back before getting in
and starting the car. When his large hands gripped the wheel, I grew even more
eager for them to grip my thighs.

As he made his way towards his apartment, I caught a glimpse of
my smiling face in the rearview mirror. It was always an escape with Craig.

But it could never be more.

If it was about anything besides sex, I’d probably start to hate
him. After all, he was a womanizer and a workaholic with an ego so big he
probably should’ve gotten the SUV.

His apartment was just as fancy as I expected, too. All glass
and clean lines.

It had windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, and the
large leather wraparound couch looked like the only surface that wasn’t
designed to snort coke off of. That and the TV which was as big as a ping pong
table. 

But I tried not to act too impressed. After all, he’d never seen
my place. For all he knew, I lived somewhere every bit as stylish.

“Gorgeous place,” I said.

“Thanks.” He loosened his tie. “What are you drinking?”

“Vodka.”

“Mixer?”

“Surprise me.”

I walked over to the window. From the fiftieth floor, I could
see over the nearby buildings and straight out onto the lake. Sunshine bounced
off the surface of the water against the city skyline.

I felt his hand on my back as he handed me a tall screwdriver.

“Thanks,” I said, turning towards him. He was several inches
taller than me and had an Adam’s apple that just begged to be sucked on.

“Nice and strong. Just like you like it.”

I smiled.

“Do you mind if I change quickly, I’m dying to get out of this
suit-”

“I wish you wouldn’t,” I said, taking a sip of my stiff drink. I
turned to face him and raised my eyebrows. “Or at least let me help you.”

He took a step closer to me and I could feel his swelling cock
against the front of my thigh. I pretended to ignore it and set my glass on a
table within reach.

Slowly, I loosened his tie and draped it around my neck before
starting on the buttons of his shirt. His eyes were fixed on me so intensely it
was like we’d never stopped seeing each other. It felt as if the time apart was
only part of the seduction, and we craved each other more than ever.

Of course, I wasn’t like the other women he slept with. I didn’t
want anything from him except sex. I think that’s why it was always so good
between us. There was no bullshit, no faking it, no cuddling, no screening
calls and acting coy. Just passion. Just pleasure.

I let my hands drop to his belt and felt my heart quicken with
the anticipation of what I was about to release. Initially, I thought I’d take
it slow, but it was better this way. After all, there was nothing else to talk
about. And all I really wanted was to suck him in front of his picture window
until his legs got weak.

I looked up from his belt and he put a finger under my chin,
fixing his bright green eyes on mine.

I undid his belt, clasping his zipper and sliding it down. He
watched me the whole time. His gaze made me lightheaded.

When I looked back up at him, his pants fell to the floor, and
he pressed his full lips to mine, forcing my mouth open with his impatient
tongue. I heard him step out of his pants and kick them to the side. Then he
pushed his stiff cock, still covered by his boxers, in the space between my
thighs. As we kissed, he rubbed against me, teasing me until I ached for him.

I curled my fingers around the top of his boxers and pulled them
down as I dropped to my knees. His cock flung up in front of me, and I grabbed
it with both hands.

I looked up at him and waited for him to make that face I knew
so well. That face all men made when they were full of expectant pleasure and
anticipation. Then I licked the underside of his cock and twirled my tongue
around his head, building some spit up in my mouth. I wanted to slide him in
nice and slow so it felt like forever for both of us.

As I opened my mouth just enough to let him in, I could feel him
throbbing in my hands. Then I slid my mouth towards the base of his dick so
slowly it was like I was daring him to stay still. When I finally got there, I
felt his hands dig into my hair, and it made me so hot I wished he could be in
me everywhere at once.

I wrapped my hands around the back of his muscular thighs and used
them to pull him into my mouth over and over, sucking him so hard I fell into a
trance.

And I would’ve sucked him dry in that moment. I would’ve pumped
myself full of him and licked every last drop off his glistening cock. But
without warning, he stopped me by pulling my hair back just hard enough that my
eyes went wide. Then he lifted me to my feet.

As soon as I stood, I felt dizzy from mouth fucking him. But
before I could regain my composure, Craig took control, grabbing me by the
waist and turning me around so I was pushed up behind the sofa.

I braced my arms against the back of the couch and felt his
hands go to the front of my jeans. He nestled his strong jaw in the crook of my
neck and inhaled as he pulled my pants down around my thighs.

I was going to reach down and remove them the rest of the way
when I felt two thick fingers push into my wet snatch.

I moaned as he plunged them in again and fucked me with his hand.
And just as I started to whimper, he plunged his dick deep inside me. I
immediately lost the feeling in my legs and my body folded over the back of the
couch.

He began pounding me from behind with the full weight of his
body. Every time he pulled back, it was all I could do to steal a shallow
breath. I was barely on my tippy toes so only Craig and the couch were holding
me up. Because of my positioning, he was reaching so deep inside me I wanted to
scream. But I didn’t dare stop him because that deep spot he was hitting just
kept pulsing and getting hotter every time he hit it until- until…

My legs clamped tight together as I came sharp and hard, my toes
curling up off the floor as I let out an ecstatic moan. Craig didn’t stop
thrusting when I collapsed. Instead, he picked up the pace for a moment,
popping that spot while I kept coming, his firm balls smacking my ass. Finally,
he pulled my hips into him and held himself deep inside me where I could feel
him throbbing as my pussy clenched around him. 

After some synchronized panting, he lowered my toes back down to
the ground without pulling out of me. As I stood back upright, he ran his hands
over my chest and nuzzled his face back into my neck again and sighed.

“I missed that,” he said.

I wished he wouldn’t ruin the moment with sentimentality.

“I missed you.”

“You missed my pussy.”

He laughed. “And your mouth. Don’t forget your mouth.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed.

He pulled out of me and spun me around, pressing his hips
against mine.

“I’m glad I ran into you,” I said, wondering if I was as flushed
as he was. “It was nice to… catch up.”

He smiled. “Maybe we could catch up again sometime,” he said. “I
still feel that I owe you big.”

“Owe me?” I asked. “For what?”

“For teaching me everything I know.”

“Oh please,” I reached down and pulled up my pants.

“Seriously,” he said, walking over to pick up his boxers. “It’s
true.”

I admired his toned silhouette in front of the window while I
ran my fingers through my hair. Then I started for the door.

“Are you leaving?”

“Yeah,” I said. “That was amazing, Craig, but I really have to
go.”

His face fell, looking instantly boyish and hurt. “You’re not
even going to stay and finish your drink?”

“Rain check?” I asked, tilting my head and picking up my purse.

He shrugged. “Can I at least give you a lift home?”

“No, don’t be silly. You’ve done more than enough.”

“Well I’d love to see you again,” he said. “If you’re-”

“That would be great. I’ll be in touch,” I said, pulling the
door shut behind me.

I watched impatiently as the elevator buttons lit up in
descending order and was relieved when I finally reached the ground floor.

There was no doubt I had an amazing time. In fact, I couldn’t
remember the last time I felt so alive. So… distracted. Our timing couldn’t
have worked out better.

So why didn’t I feel any better? Why did I feel so panicked?

And then, as I rode home in the back of the taxi with warm cum
pooling in my panties, it hit me.

I was far too young to die.

Even though we were right next to each other on the couch, Annie
and I had to talk pretty loud to hear each other over the music. Especially
because two warring DJ’s couldn’t decide between hip hop and classic rock. Amateurs.

Not that I’d expect more from some random junior’s party. Still,
besides all the younger girls throwing themselves at the guys in our class, it
wasn’t too bad.

“So there’s this poster in his building that says you should
never drink if you’re H.A.L.T,” Annie said.

“Halt?” I asked, tipping the rest of a warm Icehouse down my
throat.

“Yeah. Hungry, Angry, Lonely, or Tired.”

I leaned over to put my can on the crowded table but I didn’t
quite make it, and the can fell to the floor. I would’ve picked it up and tried
again, but my head felt like a fishbowl full of beer.

“Did you hear me?” Annie asked.