Page 28 of Sin (Salvation #1)

Cassidy

Oh God. Oh God. His tongue is down there . Sin’s wicked, wicked tongue is licking at my hole, causing my entire body to jump and tremble from the unbelievable nerve-jangling bliss of it.

I didn’t even know people really rimmed in real life. I thought it was reserved for porn. Too filthy. Too taboo for a nerd like me, but that was before Sin, my stepbrother, took me into his bed and showed me just how good it is to be bad.

I want more of it, and I tell him just that, or —more accurately—scream it to him over and over again. Just when I become used to the scandalous act he’s performing on me, Sin shocks me to my core by thrusting his tongue in my hole. Oh God. The thrill of it. The intimacy of it.

I could never be this vulnerable and free with anyone else but Sin.

His tongue continues to thrust in and out of me until my world becomes one, long thread of pleasure.

Nothing else exists except for the rhythm of his tongue and my cock, which is achingly hard and weeping precum.

I don’t think I can possibly feel any more sensation until Sin adds one lubed finger alongside his tongue and crooks his finger and grazes my prostate.

As a premed student, I’m extremely familiar with the gland and have read that stimulating it can be pleasurable, but the books didn’t accurately describe just how pleasurable.

Fucking cataclysmic is how they should have worded it.

“Sin,” I scream, needing him to guide me through this new, uncharted ecstasy.

He pulls back while still continuing to thrust his finger into me.

He licks his lips, like he’s enjoying the last tastes of a delicious dessert.

“You like that?” he asks, though from the cocky grin on his face, he already knows the answer.

I choke out a mumble of sounds that hopefully convey the magnitude of the gift he just gave me. He laughs at me, my mostly non-verbal response. “Good.” He runs his free hand over my thigh as he inserts a second finger into me. ” ‘Cause we’re just getting started.”

Started? With the burn of the second finger adding another kick of pleasure, my pulsing cock feels like we’re rapidly approaching the finish line.

Sin must sense how close I am to going over the edge, because he squeezes the head of my cock with his forefinger and thumb.

“You’re not coming until I’m buried deep inside of you. ”

“I want that too,” I manage to pant out.

He continues to thrust in and out of me until he deems I’m ready for a third finger.

Knowing that after this, his fingers will be replaced by his cock, I begin riding his fingers, hoping to speed up the process of getting myself ready to take him.

I can feel the stretch and the pressure of three fingers, but I welcome it.

The slight pain of Sin’s invasion adds a sharpness to the pleasure he’s giving me.

We go on like this for what seems like hours. Me endlessly riding Sin’s fingers as he brings me close to orgasm and then pinches my cock to keep me from coming. I beg him. I curse him. He refuses to listen to either until, in ultimate desperation, I plead, “Show me I’m yours, Sin.”

His gray eyes, which used to regard me so cooly, now burn at my words. He pulls all three fingers from me, and though it’s exactly what I wanted, I cry out at the emptiness I feel at his withdrawal.

“Shhh,” he croons to me before kissing me on the lips.

“I’m gonna fill you up so full and so good,” he promises.

“You just have to be patient for a minute more.” He rolls from the bed and stands up quickly, ridding himself of his jeans, and I suddenly wish the blinds weren’t closed.

The sight of Sin naked deserves to be spotlighted by full sunlight.

He's perfect. A Greek sculpture of youth and beauty comes to life.

I let my gaze slowly sweep over his perfection.

Golden blond hair sits atop high cheekbones, full lips, and mercurial gray eyes.

Next comes the strong, muscular V shape of his upper body and back, leading to a muscular ass that I fight not to reach out to grab.

Thick, powerful thighs. Strong calves. Even his feet are beautiful.

Then he turns fully around, and his hard cock comes into full view. He notices where my gaze is laser-focused in awe. “Think you like it now,” Sin says, stroking it. “Just wait.”

With that, he’s back on the bed, grabbing a pillow and putting it underneath me. “It would probably be easier for you to take me from behind,” he confesses. “but I want to see your face as my cock goes into you for the first time.”

“I want to be able to see you too.” I don’t care, there’s a fractional less discomfort the other way. I want all my senses playing a part in this new experience. Seeing Sin’s face drawn tight in ecstasy, knowing it’s my body that’s giving it to him is a must.

Sin generously coats his cock with lube and comes over me.

He’s still for a moment as he just looks at me, as if memorizing this moment.

His hand reaches out to tangle through my hair.

”I promise to make this good for you,” he says.

Then, he kisses me. It’s reminiscent of those first sweet, barely there kisses we shared on the doorstep of our home, but this kiss is charged full of feelings that neither of us has yet to name.

He lines up his cock to my hole. Instinctively, I hold my breath waiting for him to invade me. “Breathe, and bear down,” he orders, and once I do as he says, he drives into me.

There’s pain and pressure as Sin fills me, but that’s not what I’m focused on. It’s the completeness I feel in this moment. The absolute relief of finally being where a part of me always knew I belonged.

Sin looks down at me, his eyes stunned. Is he feeling this same overwhelming certainty of the rightness of this? The rightness of us?

“So fucking sweet,” Sin rasps, as he starts moving. He doesn’t have to ask me if I’m ready for him, our bodies seem to know what the other needs. I quickly become attuned to the rhythm of the snap of Sin’s hips and begin to meet his thrusts eagerly.

Sin aims for my prostate each time he pistons into me. His cock triggering an even more shattering reaction than his finger did earlier. With each thrust, I gasp and clench around him, not believing he can give me any more pleasure until he drives into me again and sends me to even greater heights.

“Do you feel like you’re mine?” Sin asks, referring back to my earlier demand.

‘Yours,” I pant out. “Always yours.”

“That’s the way it should be.” Deep satisfaction gleams in his eyes. “Because I just claimed your virginity and by the time I let you out of this bed, there’s not an inch of you that won’t be marked by me.”

He wraps his hand around my cock and begins jacking me in time with his thrusts.

I start chanting his name, knowing I’m about to come and wanting his name on my lips when I do.

He hits my prostate with a one-headed drive, and both of us explode.

The feeling of being filled by Sin’s come, spiraling me even higher than my already celestial-like orgasm.

Sin collapses on the bed and scoops me up, so I’m lying in his arms. Neither of us speaks.

I’m not sure we’re able to. I know I’m not.

All those nights I’d endlessly fantasized about what having sex with Sin would be like, and none of my most erotic fantasies could come close to what I just experienced in his arms.

The Cassidy that came into this room is a different one than the one that’s lying in this bed, recovering from a tsunami of a first sexual experience.

It’s not just that I lost my virginity. The act just confirmed what I already knew deep down.

My feelings for Sinclair Brandt are soul deep, and distance and time away from him will never sever the connection.