Page 18 of Sin (Salvation #1)

Cassidy

I’m burning up. Every inch of me feels hot, restless and—wanting.

Sitting next to Sin all night, our bodies touching, breathing in the exotic scent of his skin, causing the sweet ache I always feel around him to build throughout the calculus lesson and then dinner. His light, too innocent kiss at the end of the night almost set me to flames.

I go to my room, not really feeling like being there. Not feeling like being anywhere—except with Sin.

The air is still and stifling, so I turn on the ceiling fan and open the window next to my bed. I think about taking a shower to help extinguish the heat that is licking through my veins, but I don’t want to douse it. I want to let it take me over.

Since I was fifteen, I’ve been fighting the way Sin makes my body come alive.

Ashamed of my desire for my stepbrother, I battled it.

Pushed it down, only for it to escape in my dreams and on long, torturous nights when I’d finally give in to my fantasies and pretend it was him touching me instead of my own hand.

Tonight, I refuse to cover myself in blankets and hide away my desire for Sin from myself. I want to feel it. Give in to it. Let it overtake me.

My clothes are too warm and constricting, so I pull them off and let them drop messily to the floor.

The ceiling fan’s cool breeze on my hot skin almost feels like a touch.

I close my eyes and let myself imagine that it is Sin’s hand lightly tracing over my ribcage and up my chest to my nipple, causing it to pucker.

Needing more, I pinch it and let out a cry at the sweet pain.

My other hand goes to my cock, which is hard and leaking. I pretend that it’s Sin’s strong hand that wraps around my cock like a vice, and he begins to move up and down in fast, even strokes.

“Sin,” I call out his name, my nails grazing across my chest in little bursts of pain that intensify the pleasure. “More,” I plead to my imaginary lover.

As lost as I am to my bliss, a movement outside catches my eye. A movement of shadows. It has to be my imagination. No one else is home—except for Sin.

The realization should horrify me. It should stop the continually faster pace of my hand on my cock, but instead, it enflames me.

The idea that he’s watching me makes me feel like he’s a partner in my pleasure.

Wild at the idea, I get up on my knees and face the window, slowing the pace of my strokes because I don’t want this to end. I want him to get a full show.

The freedom of this feels almost as good as the pleasure racing through my body. Finally, just this once, letting him see my desire for him. Letting him hear it as my cries of his name echo out into the night through the screen on the window.

I begin to pant, and I know I’ll come soon. I bring my hand down behind me, and I let my finger slide over my hole and pretend it’s Sin exploring me there for the first time.

At the touch, my hips jerk up and I explode, coming over my stomach in a seemingly endless stream. Breathless, I rest against the top window pane, the glass cool on my cheek. Outside, the night is still and dark, leaving me to wonder if my shadow lover was real or just part of my fantasy.