Sweet the Sin (10 page)

Perfect. All of him was enjoying this—body and mind.

She let her own eyes meet the amusement for just a moment before she slid her lips down over his cock, twirled the head with her tongue.

He made a wordless huff of sound, his body jerking a little.

She let the damp shaft slip out of her mouth and licked a line down the underside, making sure he could see as well as feel what she was doing with her tongue. She kept her eyes directed up at his face, checking his reactions.

He was staring down at her, his jaw clenched and cheek muscles quivering occasionally.

“How is it?” she asked huskily, licking her way back up his cock.

“You told me to sit quietly like a good boy,” he drawled, gasping a little as she fluttered her tongue in circles over the tip of his erection. “I’m nothing if not obedient.”

She almost laughed, and then hated herself for responding to his sharp wit. But she ignored the feeling and grinned up at him briefly before she focused on the task at hand again. “We’ll see if you stay that way.”

Continuing the motion of her tongue, she slid the shaft back into her mouth. She applied some suction.

His leg twitched, and he released a hoarse grunt.

She moved one of her hands to the base of his cock, pumping it up to meet her mouth. She sucked some more, and kept twirling her tongue.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hips jerking slightly toward her mouth. His eyes never left her face, and she’d never seen that particular expression in them before.

She checked to make sure her body was still attractively posed, then straightened her back to display her cleavage more prominently. Her hair brushed against the bare skin of his inner thigh.

He was still panting, but she pulled her mouth off him again. He let out an incoherent sound she thought was disappointment. She teased his cock with her lips and tongue and reached down with her free hand to cup and gently massage his balls. She kept teasing until his body was so tense, he was shaking.

He wasn’t just panting now. He was making breathless, incoherent sounds. She knew he was trying to stay quiet on purpose. It was part of the challenge she’d issued, and he would always take up a challenge. But he was hard-pressed. She could see that.

Kelly took his cock in her mouth again and began bobbing her head, gradually taking the shaft deeper.

His fists clenched in the bedding, and his pelvis began to make little thrusts. She let him fuck her mouth, began relaxing the muscles of her throat so he wouldn’t gag her.

Caleb was grunting soft and steady now. And one of his hands moved to the back of her head. His fingers curved around her skull, tangling in her loose hair, applying slight pressure that she used to find the tempo that would please him the most.

“Fuck,” he choked out as she increased the pressure of her mouth. “Oh, fuck.” There was a slight sheen on his face, and he was still staring down at her as his pelvis pumped more uncontrollably.

Kelly relaxed her jaw and throat. She took him in all the way, then reached down to squeeze his balls again.

“Oh, fuck!”

She could feel his cock shuddering in her mouth. So she moved the hand on his balls back a little, found the very sensitive spot just beyond. Rubbed little circles against it with two fingers.

He let out a loud, wordless sound. His hips thrashed and he came hard.

She kept sucking him off as the contractions continued, until the final spasms receded at last.

“Oh, fuck!” he breathed.

She stood up and immediately sat down next to him on the edge of the bed, since her legs were shakier than she expected. Her stomach felt tight and heavy, but she didn’t panic the way she had last night.

He was still breathing heavily. “I’ll take that kind of thank-you any day.”

She smiled when his eyes found hers, and reached over to carefully remove the condom.

She carried it to the bathroom, knowing he was watching her as she walked away.

Taking a deep breath, she threw away the used condom. She washed her hands thoroughly and glanced up to look at herself in the mirror.

Smoothing a few flyaway hairs, she registered her very flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. She glanced down and saw that her nipples were visibly hard through her camisole.

And for the first time she realized that she was actually wet—in fact, deeply aroused.

The realization was very disturbing.

It was fine. It would make things much easier for what would come later, and she’d been prepping herself for this kind of response all day. But it still felt wrong in a way she couldn’t articulate.

She shouldn’t—she just shouldn’t—get turned on from giving Caleb a blow job.

She pushed the thought aside and made herself return to the bedroom, hardening herself again. If she’d stayed away too long, he would’ve wondered why. She found Caleb stretched out on the bed, looking very pleased with himself.

He was in his forties, and—no matter how much of a sex god he might be—he wouldn’t necessarily be able to get another erection immediately. But she was in the sex mode now, and she wanted to make sure this was good enough to hold his interest in the days to come. She thought quickly through possibilities for extending the time.

“Why don’t you let me give you a massage?” she suggested.

Caleb raised his eyebrows. “I thought I’d already gotten my thank-you.”

Kelly smiled slowly. “I have a lot to thank you for, and I promise to make it worth your time.”

When he still looked skeptical, she twitched her brows at him in an ironically enticing expression she thought might amuse him.

He chuckled and nodded, so she climbed on the bed beside him.

And began to undress him. Urging him to lie on his stomach, she worked on his shoulders, back, ass, and the backs of his legs. His body was really impressive for a man of his age. He obviously spent more time working than working out, but his muscles looked strong and efficient. His muscles were relaxing under her hands, and he would occasionally exhale hoarsely. She finished his calves, asked him to roll over, and then started up the fronts of his legs. She skipped his groin, and massaged his chest and belly, making sure her breasts and hair were swaying attractively as she worked.

When she glanced down his body, she saw that he was starting to get hard again—which was faster than she’d expected. So she moved her hands to his shaft, his balls, and the surrounding areas. Soon, he was fully erect.

She stopped.

He focused on her, intelligence still evident in his expression, despite his deep arousal. “You’re not a tease, are you?”

“Of course not. I just feel like I’ve been doing all the work.”

“You have. I thought it was a thank-you.”

“It was. But I think I’ve thanked you enough.”

He seemed to understand what she was getting at, because he was sitting up on the bed, naked, gorgeous, and erect.

Her breath hitched as she stared at him.

“So it’s your turn, then. What do you want?” he asked thickly.

“I want you to take what you want.”

He studied her closely, evidently looking for some sort of reluctance. “Are you sure? Because what I want might be rough, and I know just a couple of nights ago you were—”

It was surprisingly sensitive, which would be troubling if she dwelled on it. So she didn’t. She just slanted him a very particular look. “I should have known you were more talk than action.”

“I guarantee that’s not true,” he said, his voice hoarser than before, his eyes and body tense. “Just tell me what you want, and you’ll have it.”

“I want a man who’s strong enough to take me.”

“Then you have him.”

He grabbed her without further hesitation and positioned her the way he wanted her, on her knees, holding onto the headboard, her skirt bunched up around her hips with her ass exposed to his view.

He pulled off her panties with a quick yank and grabbed one of the condoms on the nightstand, rolling it on before he knelt behind her.

His hands were strong and greedy as he pulled apart her butt cheeks to expose her pussy, and she had the disturbing realization that she didn’t even need the lubrication on the condom.

She cleared her mind. Distanced herself. Separated the real Kelly from the body being fucked.

Caleb started thrusting hard, steadily, deeply, holding on to the flesh of her ass.

She rocked her body with his motion, huffing out sounds she didn’t have to fake at the sensations from being taken this way.

He was grunting like an animal, gripping her flesh so tightly it might bruise.

Kelly closed her eyes, her hair and breasts undulating from the force of his thrusts. She tried to think about the morning news. About the weather forecast. About what she was going to wear tomorrow.

Her butt had started to grind against Caleb’s thrusts more urgently, causing her breasts to slap against her chest.

She sucked in her breath, hardly believing what her body was doing. Her hands fisted, she bent her elbows, lowering her head and shoulders so she wouldn’t be able to pump her hips against him so much.

It didn’t work.

“Oh, God,” she choked, feeling a deep pressure collect at her center.

He thrust into her harder, faster. “Tell me.” His voice sounded strangled, but he must have known she was on the verge of losing it.

She pressed her damp cheek against the pillow and bit her bottom lip, resisting the admission.

“Kelly?” It was a hoarse question, and she wasn’t sure if it was prompted by the hot dominance or by something conflicted he could sense in her.

“Gonna come,” she forced out, so he wouldn’t think anything was wrong.

It
was
wrong, but it happened to be true.

He made a rough sound in response and gripped her flesh even harder. The bed was shaking with his rhythm as he demanded, “Ask me.”

She knew what he was doing. It was still the same challenge. Get her to lose control, get her to beg. She wasn’t going to give in to it, no matter how her body was responding to him, no matter how much she needed him to think she was fully into this.

So she bit her lip again, refusing to give him what he wanted, even as the pleasure kept tightening into a coil inside her.

“Ask me,” he growled, fucking her hard and fast and in a way her body desperately needed.

She whimpered, still trying to resist, needing to come so badly her vision had blurred. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t. As if he were holding it back by the power of his will.

“Oh, God,” she mumbled, the demands of her body finally too powerful to resist. “Oh, God, please. Make me come. Make me come.”

With a guttural sound of satisfaction, his rhythm intensified. “Then come, Kelly. Come now.”

She hid her face as the pressure finally unleashed, gasping and moaning into the pillow as she came with intense waves of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, you’re coming so hard,” he rasped, as if she’d surprised him. He took her even more roughly then, until he finally came with an exclamation of satisfaction. Until Kelly no longer had to feel the lingering, pleasurable friction of his thrusts.

He was patting her bottom as he finished and pulled out. “Damn,” he said breathlessly, pushing her hair aside so he could see her face. “You did want someone to take you hard. These boys you’ve been fucking haven’t been giving you what you need.”

Her cheeks flushed deep red in response to the slightly crude words—mostly because, in some sense, they were true. She couldn’t believe how hard she’d come for him and how clearly he’d recognized her pleasure.

He’d gotten her to beg at the end, so he’d won their unspoken battle.

He must be so pleased with himself, the arrogant bastard.

But it needed to be this way, and his pleasure would only be temporary.

So she pulled herself together quickly and rolled over to give him an intentional glare. “No need to sound so smug. It was quite obvious you were into it too.”

He laughed as he took care of the condom. “I guess that means the thank-you is over.”

He was enjoying himself way too much, looking like the entire world was there to satisfy him, but Kelly swallowed over the resentment.

None of it mattered. All of it she could tolerate. All of it she could use.

There was nothing else he could take from her.

Caleb had already taken from Kelly the things that had mattered the most.

A couple of days later, in the middle of the night, Kelly’s phone buzzed with a text.

She was sleeping alone in her room, but she reached blindly for the phone, blinking down at the words until she could read them.

How does it go?

She didn’t recognize the number, and there was no name attached to the question, but Kelly knew exactly who it was.

Her mother.

She tapped out
Fine
.

Any progress on the project we discussed?

Yes. A beginning. It will be a while before I have anything ready to show you.

You know I’m on a tight timeline, right?

I can only work at a certain pace.

Let me know how it goes.

She was scowling when she placed her phone back on her nightstand. Damn her mom, anyway. Let
her
try to seduce a man to get close enough to find out incriminating information, and then see how easy it was. Did she expect Caleb to suddenly spill out all kinds of compromising secrets post-coitally?

If Kelly started to ask about anything specific, he would immediately get suspicious. There was only so much she could do here, and it was ripping her apart to even do that.

So her mom could just go fuck herself.

“We can’t allow that to happen.”

Kelly had been walking downstairs for dinner a couple of days later, but she stopped short at the words and the ice-cold tone.

She knew it was Caleb speaking. She’d recognize his voice anywhere. And he must be just around the corner from the stairs she was descending, because he was out of her sight. Since there wasn’t a second voice, she assumed he was talking on the phone.

She froze, listening until he started talking again.