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Story: Lust (Seven Deadly Sins #2)
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
SYDNEY
“ B lake?” I question, imploring him silently to give me something to explain all this. I am completely and utterly out of my depth and have no clue how to deal with all this. It’s driving me a little crazy. Combined with my growing attraction to two men I have no business being attracted to, or even knowing, and my recent questioning of my faith, I’m beginning to spiral.
“Is someone going to give me some answers?” I demand.
Roman rejoins us, handing another beer to Blake. Once settled in his seat, he looks to me. “Roman Stone, not a reverend”—he points to Blake—“Blake Cassidy, currently a builder. That’s who we are.” He takes a mouthful of beer. “Why we are here is a little more complicated. So, let’s start with a question I asked you before. What do you know about your mother?”
“What does she have to do with any of this? I don’t remember the woman, and Pa has told me nothing about her.” I don’t understand his obsession with the woman who gave birth to me. She’s dead.
Roman rolls his eyes and drops his head back to the chair. “Don’t you find that strange? To not who your mother was, not even her name.”
I want to argue with him, but it’s something I’ve often wondered since I was a kid old enough to realise I didn’t have a mum like the other kids in school.
“Pa doesn’t like talking about her.”
“No, I’m sure he doesn’t,” Roman mutters.
“Ro,” Blake says, throwing him a warning look. “Syd, I get this is all a bit confusing, but it’s important.”
“Important for who? Me, you, Pa? Is it going to help catch the person who put him in hospital or set my house on fire? If the answer is no, then it’s not important.” I take a deep breath. “None of this makes sense, and neither of you seem interested in giving me answers, well, answers that mean something.” I push to my feet, searching inside my bag for my phone. Finding it, I say, “I’m leaving. I’m sorry you got hurt, Blake, and thank you for getting us out, Roman, but I can’t be here.”
“You can’t leave,” Roman states, his tone peppered with warning, and it lights a small spark of defiance in me.
“The hell I can’t.” I march in the direction of the exit, but I don’t make it more than two steps before Roman is in front of me, blocking my path.
“Let me rephrase that in case you misunderstood. You’re not leaving.” His nostrils flare as he stands with his arms crossed, an imposing figure.
Finding a bravado I wasn’t sure existed in me, I step forward until we are toe-to-toe. “Try and stop me,” I challenge, and without looking I unlock my phone and type 999 into the keypad, then holding it up, I turn the screen to face him. “I’ll do it if you don’t let me out of here.” I’m shocked by how calm and level my voice is, but inside I’m shaking head to toe. Every muscle is taut, almost to the point of cramp, and I feel sick.
I’m so focused on Roman that I don’t see or sense Blake behind me before it’s too late. Fingers wrap tightly around the wrist of my hand holding the phone. Panic blooms inside me, spreading like a nuclear explosion until it reaches the tips of my finger and toes.
“I’m sorry, Syd, but we can’t let you leave. For your own safety.”
“Bullshit!” The word flies from my lips, and I don’t feel an ounce of guilt or a burning desire to repent. Something I’m realising is increasingly common around these men.
Roman smiles, it’s wicked and far from previous smiles I’ve seen from him. Eyes on me, he reaches for my phone, peeling my fingers open when I resist, earning me a seductive chuckle.
“That’s it, Sydney, let her out.”
“Wh-what are you talking about? Who?” I’m asking but I know. Since Paul’s betrayal I’ve been hiding, keeping subdued, this other person inside me. A person who doesn’t fit with Pa’s or God’s vision—she doesn’t even fit my own vision—of the person I want to be.
“The real you, Sydney. The one who has been shackled her whole life, restrained, hiding behind the shadows of her faith. The one who wants all these answers, an explanation, a justification.”
Blake’s thumb rubs against the inside of my wrist, caressing in time with my rapid pulse, as he moves in closer behind me. A sense of deja vu washes over me. His hard body aligns with mine, brushing against me.
Shaking my head, I say, “No, you’re wrong.” But my words are weak, without heat or intention.
Roman finally takes my phone, locking the screen and tossing it onto a chair with a dull thud, before his hands come up to cup my face, tilting my head so I’m looking directly at him, no option to look away from the truth. “I’m not wrong. I’m never wrong.” His forehead creases for a split second, then it’s gone.
I know what he and Blake are doing. The rational part of me knows they are distracting me to avoid answering my questions, but as Roman lowers his face, his lips whispering across mine, all I can think about is the answer to another question that’s been on my mind since the day I met Roman Stone in Pa’s office.
What would it be like to fuck him?
Dirty thoughts and dirty words be damned. I want this, that part of me I’ve resisted, wants this so desperately she is willing to forgo answers to everything else just for a taste of freedom.
We can have some fun and get our answers after. Imagine how good it will feel.
The thought is manifested to life as Roman takes my mouth. He’s gentle at first, but my body is hijacked by another, and I drop my bag to the floor, wrapping my arms around his neck, and his kiss turns savage.
Roman thrusts his tongue into my mouth with a groan, and my body is pressed against his as Blake pins me between them, his hands grasping my hips.
Roman threads a hand through my tangled hair, gripping it at the base of my neck and pulling me back so he can look at me. His eyes are black like the soul of the devil. “Blake, kiss her,” he orders, then turns my head to the side.
Blake’s lips meet mine, and as I open for him Roman releases his hold on my hair and trails his hands up my sides, slipping beneath my top and raking his fingers up my rib cage. When he reaches my bare breasts and tweaks my nipples, I can’t contain a whimper, which Blake swallows before sucking on my bottom lip.
Blake breaks the kiss, and I turn back to see Roman watching us. So out of my depth. I’ve no real experience with one man let alone two. Roman rolls my nipples between his thumb and forefingers, squeezing and tugging, and like there’s a direct line to my pussy, arousal soaks through my underwear.
“Take off her trousers. I want to see her, to see her pussy weep for us,” Roman orders as he continues teasing my nipples, working me into a frenzy.
I shove down my fear at being exposed and concerns about my inexperience. But I do find myself praying I don’t come too quickly. I don’t question my choice of prayer topic and just allow myself to enjoy what is happening.
Blake leans in and whispers, “You okay, Syd?” I nod, unable to speak, and he undoes my jeans, shoving them and my knickers down my legs. I feel him crouch as he lifts one leg and then the other, removing everything below my waist.
Running his hands up my thighs, he taps my legs. “Open, Syd.”
I do it, and a second later, I feel Blake’s breath right there. Blowing hot breath across my opening before moving back further to my… Oh shit!
I instantly tense, never having been touched there before. “Relax. We aren’t going there tonight.” Then his fingers slip into my folds, dipping in and out of my pussy before caressing my clit.
Sensing that I’m spinning out a little, Roman grasps my chin with one hand and kisses me.
“How many times have you had sex, Sydney?” Roman asks when he breaks the kiss.
I struggle to focus on his words as Blake drives a finger into my pussy slowly. “Er…oh, uh…arrgh,” I cry as he hits a spot that sends a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Sydney, focus. How many times?” Roman presses.
Irritated at his pushy question, I find my voice. “Maybe tell Blake to stop…then I might be able to answer you.” He just laughs as Blake increases his pace, pumping in and out and curling his fingers every now and then. “Oh god…a few times, okay?”
Roman hums. “Did he make you come, Sydney?”
“N-no,” I snap, angry at being reminded of my biggest mistake; letting that idiot touch me in the first place.
“Selfish bastard,” Blake growls, and doubles his efforts, clearly intending to do the job Paul failed at.
I find myself nodding as the first signs of my orgasm tug low in my belly. My back arches, and my legs weaken, spreading wider as they almost give way beneath me. Blake fills the space, and I realise I’m practically sitting on his face. There’s no question that I am actually sitting on his face as heat covers my pussy, and he sucks my clit into his warm, wet mouth. I don’t have time to be embarrassed. My orgasm slams into me, my arms tightening around Roman’s neck as I cry out.
“Oh…oh…shit!” My eyes close as I ride out my release, a release like I’ve never experienced before, not at someone else’s hand, and one that floods me with dopamine.
I don’t have time to wallow in my glorious post-orgasm bliss as Blake rises, taking me with him and breaking my hold on Roman.
“On the floor,” Roman orders, his tone thick and rough.
Blake kisses me, as I’m carried a few steps, and I can taste myself on him. It’s a heady combination. He lowers me the floor, onto a soft and fluffy rug, then hovers above me, staring into my eyes before lifting my T-shirt from my body.
“You good?” he asks, and, again, I simply nod. Words elude me. I’m in a world of bliss right now.
“Strip,” comes Roman’s gruff voice, and I look over to find him naked as the day he was born.
Good freaking Lord!
Clothes do not do this man justice. They hide the body of a god. Lord, forgive me, but it’s true. Thick muscular legs, abs you could slice bread on and his… My mouth gapes open as I take in his dick, which he is currently fisting slowly as Blake moves and begins to strip.
Licking my dry lips and attempting to calm my racing heart, I let out a slow breath. It doesn’t ease my sudden self-consciousness, but I stay still, refusing to hide away from him, them, myself. If I’m doing this, I’m going to own it.
“Fuck me!” he curses as his eyes rove over my naked body, pausing briefly between my legs, which I know are wet with Blake’s saliva and my arousal. “Are you ready, Sydney? Ready to be dirtied up. Last chance to back out, but be warned, if you choose not to continue, I’m going fuck Blake in front you,” Roman says kneeling between my legs, and my eyes follow him—shamefully focused on his cock and the small bead of precum leaking from the tip.
Done with nodding my head, I manage to muster enough control to speak. “I’m ready,” I say as Blake comes back into view, stripped bare.
Blake drops to his knees behind my head, and I arch my neck to see him. His erect dick almost touches his belly button, and not for the first time since seeing them naked, I wonder how either of them will fit inside me. Paul was seriously lacking in the tackle department if these two are average. But something tells me there is nothing average about Blake Cassidy and Roman Stone.
I’m mesmerised as I watch Blake’s hand slide along his shaft. And when his thumb swipes over the tip and comes away gleaming, my mouth waters with a desire to taste him.
“Patience, Syd,” he says, and my eyes snap to his. He’s wearing a knowing smile that has my cheeks heating.
A shadow falls over me as Roman leans forward, and I almost have an orgasm as Blake and Roman kiss above me. Their tongues tangle, twisting and tasting, and I find my hands moving of their own accord. Roman flinches as my fingers track up his firm chest, a rumble vibrating through him.
“Sorry,” I say and go to pull away, but Roman stops me.
“Don’t stop,” he groans against Blake’s mouth before kissing him again, and I continue my exploration of his body.
My wandering hands cover every inch of Roman’s torso until I reach the deep V at his hips, and without pausing to think about it, I seek out his cock. It jolts as my fingers wrap around it, and I love how warm and heavy it feels in my hand. The sinful, wanton whore that resides in my body is happy dancing as I begin moving my hand up and down, Roman’s shaft.
“Fucking hell, that’s hot.” I hear Blake whisper, and when I look up, they are both watching me as I fist Roman’s dick.
“Blake,” Roman says, his voice strained as he sits back on his heels, forcing me to release him. They quickly swap positions, Blake taking the place between my legs, and I immediately raise my legs, wrapping them round his hips. I have a sudden, desperate need to feel him inside me.
Roman tosses something to Blake, and he catches it with one hand, the other holding him up. Leaning on his knees, I watch as he tears into the packet with his teeth, revealing a condom. I thank god that someone was thinking about protection because my brain appears to have evaporated into a lusty haze.
He rolls it on, and I’m agitated as I wait, anxious butterflies taking root in my stomach, but I swat them away as Blake cages me in and lowers his head, taking a nipple into his mouth.
I wriggle beneath him, digging my heels into his arse cheeks, then Roman is above my head, standing over me. Blake releases my nipple with a pop, then lines himself up and gently pushes inside while watching me.
It’s been a while, and I’m glad he’s going slow, although my body has other ideas. I don’t know who am right now. I’m not sure I ever did. But I focus on the here and now, the insane pleasure that is coursing through me, and the pressure that’s building at my core as Blake stretches me.
“So fucking tight,” he says between gritted teeth, sliding in to the hilt.
“Ahhh,” I keen, and when he begins to move, my breaths turn to pants with each thrust.
Good god, why have I waited so long?
Blake rests back, lifting my hips over his knees, taking me deeper, and as he does so, Roman moves into position.
He grips Blake’s hair, tugging his head back until he’s looking at him. “Beg. Beg to suck my cock while you fuck Sydney,” Roman says, and Blake gasps as the walls of my pussy convulse around his dick. It’s the filthiest, most depraved thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m so turned on.
Roman looks down at me, a twinkle of devilment in his eye. “Does our girl like that, huh?”
“Squeezed my cock like damn vice, Ro,” Blake says, then adds, “Please, Ro. I’m not going to last much longer.” And he’s not the only one.
Blake’s thrusts don’t falter for a second, not even when Roman orders him to open his mouth and drives his cock into Blake’s mouth. Keeping hold of Blake’s hair, Roman fucks Blake’s mouth, their thrusts in time, and I’m teetering on the edge of another orgasm in minutes.
A kaleidoscope of images flash through my mind, each one heating my blood and bringing me closer to orgasm.
“Ohgod, ohgod…oh…my…god,” I pant as Blake’s dick thickens inside me, and Roman’s arse cheeks clench, his pace faltering.
As I come undone, the room fills with a roar, a cry and a groan in unison.
It’s like a chorus, a hymn, lamenting a rebirth.
‘Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.’
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