Page 37 of In the Net (Sin Bin Stories #5)

I crawl down her body, finally taking her tits in my hands. With my right thumb toying with her taut nipple, I cover the other with my mouth, my tongue drawing hot circles around it.

Her body is responding, but her breathing is measured and intentional, like she’s willing herself to stay in control, not to let that last thread of composure snap like I want it to.

Well, I know what to do about that.

I kiss down the rest of her body, giving extra attention to her cute belly button that’s always made my brain short-circuit whenever she was wearing something that let me catch a glimpse of it. I drag my lips around the outlines of her hip bones, loving how soft and smooth her skin is down there.

Finally, I settle between her legs.

I drop hot kisses on her inner thighs, letting my nose glance against the fabric of her panties right over her slit while I turn from one to the other, knowing that ghost of touch right where she needs it most must be driving her crazy.

“Sebastian,” she groans, and cruel satisfaction streaks through me. She wants me to take the hint, to finally pull these panties down her legs and taste this pussy that’s yearning for my touch.

But I’m not in the mood to take any hints tonight, not after the smart attitude she gave me. I’m in the mood to make her ask for it. To beg for it.

“Hm?” I hum, my mouth just barely touching the front of her panties. I know that the vibration of my lips is enough to wind her up even more, but not nearly enough to give her the sensation she’s dying for.

She moans, a frustrated and annoyed sound that only has me grinning. She tilts her hips, trying to chase my mouth, but I pull away.

“ Sebastian. ” Now my name is a whine on her lips, almost a sob. Even through her panties, I can see how soaked she is, how she’s dying to feel my mouth against her.

“Yes?” I ask coyly.

“Why are you torturing me?” she groans.

“What do you mean?” I ask, sly and gib. “Is there something you want? If there is, you should ask for it.”

She groans again, her defiance fraying.

I put my lips back on her skin, but not where she wants them. Only on the sensitive parts close by, knowing the contact will do nothing but notch her desire higher.

She presses her hands against my hair, trying to direct my head to where she wants it, but I resist, cruelly chuckling again.

“One of the things I like about you the most is how you go after what you want. How you reach out and take it,” I say. “But this, you’re not taking. You have to ask for it.”

“Eat my pussy,” she says, her voice pleading—but it’s still not enough.

“That didn’t sound like asking for something.”

I can feel the defiance melt in her body, submerged by the need winding through it. “Please, Sebastian, eat my pussy.”

Satisfaction and raw, savage lust roar through me. I drag her panties down her legs, my eyes going wide when I see how wet she is for me. I’d love to stop time and admire it, because it’s so fucking pretty, but the sight has me so impatient to taste her that I can’t hold still.

Harper’s body arches like an electric current is running through it when I finally press my lips to her.

I planned on teasing her more, drawing it out, but as soon as her flavor is on my tongue, my own self-control shatters into a million pieces.

I go unhinged as her taste bursts in my mouth. My tongue is greedy, slanting and sliding over every centimeter of her, licking up her slick length, swirling over the tight nub of her clit, even spearing inside her to coat itself in her juices.

Harper’s thighs clench around my head. Feeling her muscles tight and warm, pressing against my ears, makes me even more feral.

I pull her clit between my lips, lavishing attention on it with my tongue. Her hands are in my hair, curling and grabbing, my scalp tugging and burning in the best way. Her juices are already sliding down my chin.

“Sebastian, fuck, it’s so good,” she moans, her voice strained. Pride beats heavy in my chest like a drum, because I must be doing a good job for her to admit it so unreservedly.

When I apply more suction to her clit, I feel her body pull taut, her hips arching toward my touch. I know she’s close, and suddenly I want to see, hear, and feel her come more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

I have a feeling I know what she needs.

I slide a finger into her, curling it, and that’s all it takes. Her walls ripple around me, she lets out a high gasp that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and she unravels for me.

My tongue circles her clit as she rides out her orgasm, her muscles going tight, her body undulating, her moans and gasps lavishing my ears.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, seeing Harper fall apart courtesy of an orgasm that I gave her. When her climax recedes and I draw away from her center, I feel high on euphoria.

I kneel back on the bed, draping myself over her, and while her brain is still scrambled from the orgasm, I drop my lips onto hers, my mouth and tongue coated in her own juices.

She pulls in a sharp breath of surprise through her nose, like she’s never been kissed by her own taste before, but then she eases into it. She hums into my mouth, a musical sound like she’s enjoying something she never even considered.

I’ve been hard as a rock the whole time I was between her legs, but my attention was squarely on her taste and working her to release. But that little sound she just made stiffens me even more, to the point where there’s no ignoring the steady pulse of arousal that throbs up and down my cock.

“Condom,” Harper says, her voice a raspy whisp. Excitement fires through me. I pull myself away from her long enough to retrieve a condom, roll it down my cock, and then I’m back over her.

Sparks crackle in my chest as I line myself up with her. I run the tip of my swollen crown up the length of her entrance, feeling how wet she is, how ready for me she is.

Our eyes lock, and I tilt my hips, pushing into her.

Sheer intensity expands through my chest, pleasure wrapping around my spine. It feels so good inside her, I can’t believe it. Even through the condom, the feeling of her warmth and slickness coats my length, like the thin rubber isn’t even there.

I pull back and press forward again, deeper this time. Her walls pulse around me as I feel myself sliding deeper into her, the sensation making my skin prickle with sparks of bliss.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, her voice a whimper.

She’s so damn tight, it’s going to take her a minute to get used to me. I strain myself not to angle back and thrust into her like I want to. Instead, I lie over her and press my brow to hers, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming me.

She rolls her hips, signaling she wants more. Slowly, I draw back and then plunge forward, this time going all the way to the hilt.

A long, choppy exhale escapes Harper’s mouth, her voice thick with pleasure. The sound makes my lower abs clench, the muscles in my groin tighten into a sharp stab of bliss and thrill.

“That’s it,” I rasp, taken aback by how thick and clogged my own voice sounds. “You’re doing good, baby.”

Baby . That word just came out of nowhere. It sends a jolt of awareness through me, that this is starting to feel like a lot more than just blowing off steam that’s accumulated to an unhealthy degree, but the immediacy of the moment is too much for me to spend any more time thinking about it.

I thrust into her again, harder this time, and she takes me, wrapping her silky-smooth thighs around my hips and crossing her ankles behind the small of my back, pulling me closer and filling herself to the brim.

“Fuck, Harper, you take me so damn well,” I groan. “Even better than I knew you would.”

My pace quickens. As I rut into her, the most intense bliss I’ve ever known snakes through me, searing my body with white-hot heat, and the knot of pleasure at the base of my spine tightens to a sensation beyond what I thought possible.

Harper’s hips buck, meeting my downward thrusts. I can sense that she’s chasing another orgasm, her muscles rippling and pulling tight like I felt them do when my head was between her legs.

My orgasm explodes like a bomb. My eyes press tight as wave after wave of ecstasy blasts over me. My eyes roll behind my shut lids, my jaw clenches, and I feel myself spilling into the condom, the jet of release so thick and strong that it’s like the life is being squeezed out of me.

Beneath me, I feel Harper coming apart again, her own orgasm barreling through her. The satisfaction of getting her off twice in a row mingles with the pleasure of my release to make me feel lightheaded.

When it’s done, I collapse next to her, only having enough strength to drop the condom into the trash bin next to my bed. We both lay naked, chests heaving, utterly spent.

I find myself wishing that she would curl up next to me, fit her soft, warm body against my side, and spend the night here, in my bed.

But I know how risky that would be.

This release needed to happen. We were both puffed up with so much unfulfilled desire that we were about to burst.

But I know, for my part, this could be a risky game.

The danger to my heart would be real if I let myself fall any further for my fake girlfriend.