As Sin giggled I waved vaguely around the four-room place. “So this is it. It’s not luxurious but—”

“It’s so clean.” She left my side to walk around the living room, her fingers occasionally coasting along the coffee table and the sound system set-up.

“Right? And I don’t even have a maid.” Lounging against the doorway opposite her, I winked.

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes.
In just five long steps, I caged her against the wall. “Oh, I don’t think you want me to do that.”

I twisted her head up and crashed my lips to hers. My tongue lunged
into her mouth, stroking hers. Brutal. Hard. Wet. I swallowed the whimper that escaped the back of her throat, and her hands flew to my ass to pull me all the way against her.

With a grunt, I tore my lips free, licking them to taste more of her.

A sneer of lust crossed my face and my voice came out in a low deep rumble. “The things I’m gonna say to you tonight will make you so hot you’ll be begging me to fuck you harder, faster.” I nipped and licked the neck she arched for my tongue and teeth.

“Cole!” she gasped.

“Make your body ache for my cock.” I pressed my hips against her just once so she’d know what she was getting.

Then I stepped back, watching her as she panted. Her hair disheveled. Her tits jutting. Her eyes heavy.

“But we gotta talk about how this is gonna go down first,” I said.

“We do?” She slowly regained her composure. “This about the control thing again?”

“Mm hmm.” I dropped onto the couch and patted the cushion beside me.

She approached slowly and perched next to me.

“I want to push you to the limit. Find out what your limits are.”

“Is this about the power struggle,” she asked. “Does that get you off?”

“Not as much as you completely giving yourself over to me would.”

She hissed a sharp breath, her back arching unintentionally.

Damn. She might not like giving away control, but her body sure seemed interested in the idea.

Her voice a little shaky, she asked, “So is this a BDSM thing?”

I laughed, a long low sound. “Why, precious? Are you into the scene?”

“Of course not,” she snapped.

“Nothing wrong with that, you know?”

She narrowed her eyes on me. “I didn’t mean to imply that there was. Just—”

“You’re a good girl?”

Biting her lip, she gave a hesitant nod. She had no idea how hot she made me, just that little shot of insecurity in an otherwise totally impressive babe.

I scooted closer, dragging my fingers up her bare arm to the soft skin of her shoulder. “Wanna be my good girl?”

Again with the hesitant nod.

Jesus.

I withdrew my hand before I could be tempted to run it all over her smokin’ body. “It’s not a BDSM thing with me. I don’t call it that. Don’t call it anything. It’s just how I like to fuck.”

She made a small noise, and her thighs parted just a little bit. She was so ripe for this, right for me.

My voice lowered. “I don’t want to be your Dom or your Master or your Daddy. It’s not about pain. It’s about letting go. Finding out what gives you pleasure, and sometimes that’s not always orthodox.”

Her breath stuttered in an out as she shifted her gaze to me, her eyes sweeping over my face, my shoulders, my chest. “Do you ever just have sex?”

“Vanilla sex?”

Sin nodded, her cheeks turning a delicious shade of pink.
“I like all kinds of sex. Kinky. Straightforward fucking. Fast. Hard.” I turned toward her and kissed her lips between each subsequent word. “Long.” Kiss. “Slow.” A lingering touch of my tongue on hers. “ . . . anal.”

Her body snapped against mine, and her lips opened, her tongue rolling into my mouth.

After the soul scorching kiss that set my balls on edge, I eased my lips to her ear. “But if I’m really into a woman—and I’m really into you”--goddamn understatement—“I need to know it’s okay if I fuck you the way I want to.”

I leaned back. “So what do you say, Sin. Are you in?”

“I’m in.”

The plates stacked on the bedside table, I gave her enough time to finish her drink before getting up to kick off my jeans. There was almost an entire pack of condoms waiting, and I didn’t want to waste another minute.
Her gaze drifted to my rigid cock then back to my face. “You were hungrier than me.”
“Big appetite. For everything.” Lifting the blankets at the end of the bed, I crawled beneath and settled between her legs to demonstrate just how greedy I was.
Later, when I’d had my fill of her sleek cunt in my mouth, I spooned against her. I scooped her tits in my hands, and slowly fucked each hot, heavy inch of my cock into her.
“Fuck, JB. You’ve got one hell of a body.”
She gasped, rolling her hips against me. I took her deep and slow, my lips pressed to her neck or ear or shoulder. Her face entranced me when she came, lips parted, eyes closed, soft moans slipping out.
“Oh fuck yes, Hunter. Unhhh. Keep going, keep . . .”
Her intense orgasm conjured mine. I sucked in a last breath then let loose with a full-body ripple ending in a rush of heat blasting from my cockhead. The pulsing sensation drew me deeper into her, my hips jerking, my arms squeezing her against me.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered.
Turning her to me, I kissed her cheeks and her lowered eyelids. I placed my lips against the hard-beating pulse in her throat. “You’re still alive.”
“Mmm. You’re good.” She stretched from head to toe.
“So are you.” And she felt damn good in my arms. I combed my fingers through her tumbling locks, easing out the snarls caused by our sex-fest.
She rubbed her palm against my chest, teasing my nipples, playing with the hair. “You’re hot.”
“So are you.”
She slipped her leg over my thigh and caressed the sole of her foot up and down my calf. The action brought the heat of her pussy against my newly interested cock.
“Stay tonight?” I struck while the iron was hot.
“Can’t. Early start tomorrow. In fact, I should probably get going.” She uncoiled from me and slid from bed.
As she searched for her clothes, I had the pleasure of watching her. Her delicate-looking body had mega-curves that overflowed my hands. The soft brown waves of her hair draped across her shoulders and tits. Every once in a while, a nipple peaked out.
“Oh yeah? The Monday grind?” I moved into her warm spot and got another dose of her perfume.
“Mm hmm.” She gave no further comment, firmly shutting off that line of conversation.
Maybe she didn’t want to get any more personally involved than I did. Maybe that was a good idea to hold onto.
I walked her out with her hand held in mine. At her Ducati—fire engine red unlike her lipstick, which was long gone by now—she tugged on a pair of riding gloves. Our breath formed little puffs of white clouds in the chilly November night.
Pinning her to me with an arm around her waist, I melted our lips together. I forgot all about the cold air with her warm mouth cushioning mine, her tongue darting inside. The goodnight kiss went on and on, heating me from the inside out.
She broke the kiss. “I need to go.”
“Yeah.” I swooped in, sucking her bottom lip between mine.
She whimpered before twisting her fingers in my hair, gripping me harder.
I pulled back with a groan. “You really have to leave?”
“Uh huh.” She nibbled on my neck, rasping her tongue on the dark stubble.
“Because I can wake you up for work.” My palms settled on her ass.
“Uh unh.” She plucked at my lips.
“So who’s gonna stop first?” I dove back inside her mouth, my tongue lunging inside.
“You are, because you’re a gentleMAN!” JB squealed the last part as my fingers maneuvered down the front of her jeans.
Pushing against her pussy, I gritted out, “Says who?”
“Ohhh.”
I circled my fingers against the top seam, aiming for her clit. “One more for the road, JB?”
She broke free with a low laugh, wobbling on her legs. “You play dirty.”
“You should know that by now.”
“I’m going.”
“Wanna make sure your legs can hold you up first?”

“Let me feed you.”

His tongue wet his lips. His voice turned husky. “Okay.”

I dipped a piece of bread in a saucer of rich honey. “Open your mouth for me.” His lips opened and I couldn’t help but imagine the head of my cock pushing through them to be welcomed by his tongue.


Honey dripped down my fingers. It drizzled onto his tongue. He sucked it inside and I groaned. I swiped more honey from the bread over his lips until his mouth was shiny.


“Take a bite,” I forced out.


He tore off a chunk with a grin. The gorgeous bastard was playing with me.


The seductive dance continued with cubes of cheese and slices of fruit. Watching him eat was one of those simple pleasures I hadn’t let myself enjoy. I soaked it all in, not knowing how long any of this would last. With that thought always in the back of my mind and Leon stretched against me, I dipped my fingers into the honey and fed them to him one by one. Watching his smoky eyes, listening to him hum as he suckled my flesh took simple pleasure to heightened intensity. When a drop of honey clung to the corner of his lips, I gave up resisting. I licked his mouth, pausing to dip just inside.


Eyes hooded and heavy lifted to mine. “Now I can touch you?”


“Yes.” I barely got the word out.


He got off the bed, put the tray on the small table by the window, and returned to crawl between my outstretched legs. Grasping both sides of my shirt, he slid it down my shoulders and off my arms.


“I could eat you up, beb.” Fingers sliding along my torso, trailing as if counting the muscles clenching at his touch, he sunk his teeth into the sinew between my neck and shoulder.


My head cranked back. My hips surged up.


He soothed the bite with his tongue. “So many muscles. I like my men big but you’re like a fuckin’ tank.”


He squeezed my pecs, rubbing his palms in circles. His mouth joined his hands. His wet pink lips and flushed skin stood out against my black body. When his tongue flicked one nipple, I growled at the harsh pleasure. My cock reared up, looking for an escape from my pants. I felt it press against Leon’s hip. He sucked my other nipple and grinded down on my length.


My need was a bright hot coil low in my groin. “My turn,” I said.


Taking him by his hips, I swiveled him around until he flipped to the bed beneath me.


He gripped my biceps. “Mmm. I like it when you use dem muscles on me.”


Fucking hell. I could barely see straight, thinking about what it would be like to rip his pants off and attack his body, grab his tight ass and pull the cheeks open. I sucked hard on his neck, laughing when his back arched and his words became garbled. I gave him another love bite at the muscular hollow of his collarbone, bruising his skin until it turned red, then purple.


I tugged his shirt off, throwing it behind me. I undid his belt and quickly whipped it away. I stared at his swollen lips, remembering how he’d turned away earlier when I’d tried to kiss him.


I inhaled sharply and retreated from the bed. “I think you better do
the rest.”


“You wan’ me to take it all off?”


I shook my head no, meaning yes, of course.


“Too bad. ’Cause I’m commando under these.”


Jesus fucking Christ. That was a visual I didn’t think my cock could withstand. I turned away, keeping my back to him through sheer force of will as I heard the rustle of clothes. When I heard his pants thunk to the floor, every single muscle from my calves to my shoulders tensed.


“It’s safe to look now.”


I doubted that very much.


He lay on his back. He regarded me with a smile on his lips, arms crossed behind his head. Tufts of soft-looking hair under his arms mirrored the thin line that trailed from his navel and beneath the sheet around his waist. His biceps were two tight hills of muscle. He wasn’t a massive brute like me but a tasty, perfect package of slim strength and sexuality.


“So all’s I gotta do to get into your bed is find out I’m destined to die in a few weeks?” Biting his lush bottom lip, Leon sent me a wink.