Page 19 of Sin (Salvation #1)

Sin

After walking Cassidy to the house and letting myself kiss him, I’m too keyed up to go inside. Leaving to find a party or a hook up doesn’t appeal either. I find myself grabbing a beer and walking the grounds until I end up settling on a hidden alcove of the property that faces Cassidy’s window.

At dinner, he said he was going to work on a research paper tonight, so I expect he’s in the library on his favorite couch, typing away and being his brilliant self.

Or is he thinking about the kiss?

A light flashes on in his room, and Cassidy walks in, and I realize I have a perfect view of him, the lamp behind him acting as a natural spotlight. I watch as he paces around his room, almost like he feels caged and on edge. Finally, he stops as if he’s come to a decision.

My breath catches in my chest as he tears off his clothes and stands there looking like a Greek statue, the perfect lean lines of his beautiful body only for me to see.

Should I remain here watching him? No, of course not, but it would take a way better man than a sinner like me to walk away.

I almost fall to my knees when he begins touching himself.

A fantasy come to life. “Sin,” Cassidy calls my name, and I can’t help my feet from taking a few steps forward to the edge of the darkness concealing me so that I can hear his every gasp and breathy moan.

An army couldn’t drag me away from hearing him groan my name in bliss.

When he comes up on his knees and faces the window directly, somehow, I know it’s all for me.

“Pinch your nipple,” I direct from the shadows, unable to stop myself from trying to control his pleasure. “Slower. Edge yourself,” I demand, though I know my voice doesn’t carry to his window.

I’m jealous of his hands as they roam over his skin. I imagine how soft it feels under his palm and the velvet slide of his beautiful cock in his fist. If it were mine, I’d slow the pace of the strokes until he was shaking and sobbing for release.

And when his hand travels behind him, I know what he’s doing. I can see it play out on his face as it contracts in ecstasy. His hips arching as he begins coming, his seed splattering on his stomach and chest.

I imagine that if I were there, I’d lick up every trace of it and be mad for more.

Later that night, I lie in my bed wrung out from my own pleasure at reliving every second of watching Cassidy touch himself. I take this night as the gift that it was and know that it can’t happen again. Tomorrow, I’ll end our designated Tuesday and Thursday tutoring sessions.

As I wait for Cassidy at the bottom of the stairs, I wonder how awkward this morning will be.

Hearing his footsteps, I look up to find Cassidy greeting me with his same shy smile. “Are you giving me another lesson?” he asks as he reaches the landing.

“Lesson?” I choke out, remembering my directions from last night.

“Driving lesson?” he says.

“Yeah, sure.” I grab my keys. “Let’s get going.”

As we get in the car, I turn toward Cassidy, who is studiously going over his safe driving checklist. “Tutoring session on Thursday?”

He looks up at me, and for a flash of a second, I think I see the same hungry look on his face as I did last night as he was chasing his orgasm. Then it’s gone, as he blinks up at me innocently. “Thursday sounds great.”

Heat shimmies through me, and as a distraction, I turn on the music. ACDC’s “Highway to Hell” blasts through the speakers.

I take a second to enjoy the fucking irony and then, as Cassidy begins to drive, I sit back and settle in for the ride.