Page 27 of Sin (Salvation #1)
Sin
Cassidy looks up at me, his beautiful eyes shining with determination “I want you to take my virginity.”
A fierce satisfaction overtakes me at his words. Every instinct tells me to immediately go about making him thoroughly and unequivocally mine. But I have to be sure that this is what he really wants. That I’m doing right by him.
He must take my hesitation as rejection. “I understand.” His gaze drops from mine. “We can go to the festival instead.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I tumble him on his back and come down on top of him, my cock digging into him and proving how much I want him.
I won’t have him doubt the attraction between us or think it’s one-sided.
Not anymore. “There’s no other place in the world I’d rather be,” I kiss him, “than in this bed,” another kiss, “with you.”
“You don’t mind missing the festival? I know you love seeing Jonah Reeves play live.”
“I wanted to share your first concert with you,” I say against his neck as I nip at the soft skin under his jaw. “He’s starting a world tour in a few months. I’ll take you to see him in Prague. I’d much rather stay in this bed and share another kind of first with you.” I murmur against him.
He pulls away from my kisses. “I don’t need you to take me to fancy places. Or spend your money on me.” His eyes shine with genuine goodness. “I just want you.”
How can his fucking sweetness be so damned sexy ?
Then I’m yours,” I say, and kiss him. His lips are still plump and swollen from earlier, and I once again get lost in the pleasure of them.
Never had I spent more time than I had to on what I’d always considered a preliminary to the good stuff .
With Cassidy, it’s different. Each brush off our lips electrifies me.
Each forceful sweep of my tongue against his jolts me with the possessive thrill of dominating his luscious mouth.
A dominance I plan to enforce over his whole body.
The promise of it almost sends me into overdrive, and before I’m totally lost in my need to own Cassidy, I realize we have to talk.
I pull back and grab my phone from my back pocket.
Cassidy looks confused and a little put out by my sudden withdrawal.
“ Before we have sex, you need to know my health history.” I pull up the information I’m looking for and show him my screen.
“ These are my latest results. I’m negative of any STDs.
He examines my phone and nods to show me he’s read the information.
“I’ve worn condoms with all my sexual partners, and I’ll wear one with you, if that’s what you’d prefer.
” I pause, the enormity of what I’m about to request from him is stunning.
I’ve never trusted anyone, even Mercer, enough to ask for it. “But I don’t want to use one with you.”
He blinks at me. “Why am I different?” he asks. “How come you don’t want to use a condom with me?”
“Because,” I say, unable to withhold the growl from my voice as I imagine being with Cassidy without any barriers between us.
“I don’t want anything between me and your virgin hole when I breach it.
I want to feel your tight, hot channel as it grips my cock like a vice and pulses around me as I drive into you again and again.
” Cassidy moans in need as I paint him a picture of what I want from him.
“I want to come in you and fill you up, and watch my seed drip from you, knowing I’ve marked you as mine. ”
“Yes,” Cassidy cries.
“Yes to what?” I ask, holding on to the last shreds of my self-control, but needing to make sure Cassidy is sure he knows what he’s consenting to.
“All of it,” he answers feverishly. I want the experience of your uncovered cock inside of me, and what it will feel like when you spill your come in me.
Especially since now I know you’ve never done that before with anyone else.
” His eyes practically glow with possession.
“I want to be part of one of your firsts.”
Cassidy would be stunned to know how many emotional first experiences he’s actually given me, but I’m currently in no mood to actually list them. Not when he’s naked beside me, and has just given me permission to have him the way I’ve spent countless nights fantasizing about.
I want to rev him up instead, and I know just the way to do it. Cassidy is a paragon, but something I’ve learned from all those nights spent watching him from the shadows while he touched himself—my good boy likes to be bad.
“You’re definitely my first stepbrother,” I say with a wicked grin.
Cassidy looks taken aback that I’m bringing up our illicit connection in this moment.
“What?” I reach my hand out and ever so gently trace the tip of my finger over one of his nipples.
It pinkens and swells under my touch. “Doesn’t the fact that what we’re doing is considered scandalous—” I pinch his nipple, and he moans, "a little bit of a thrill?”
I don’t give him a chance to answer before I lean down and lap at his abused nipple to soothe it.
Then I begin trailing up his neck with a series of light kisses and nips until I reach just below his ear.
“I think you like that what we’re doing is just a little bit wrong,” I whisper in his ear, while I reach down and take hold of his cock in a tight, almost painful grip and begin jacking him.
“I think a part of you is getting off that it’s your stepbrother who’s stroking you off right now. ”
He bites down on his lip in a poor attempt to hold back the moan that comes out full-throated anyway. I chuckle. “I knew it.” I can’t keep the victory out of my voice. “I knew you liked being bad.”
I take his mouth in a kiss. This one is different than the ones that have come before. It’s dark and it’s filthy, and a little bit sloppy. There’s nothing pretty or romantic in it. It is the expression of elemental need.
I release Cassidy’s cock, and he whimpers in frustration.
“Don’t worry, “I tell him, giving a quick consolation kiss. Then I move down his body and bring both his legs up and around my shoulders. “Now that we’ve established you like being bad, I think we should up the stakes and try for forbidden. ”