Page 37 of The Sin Eater (Carnival of Mysteries #27)

His mouth is soft, the swelling in his groin hard and getting harder.

He tastes like that savory sauce and I scoot forward so my elbows rest on his shoulders and my hands rake through his hair.

He’s smiling through the kiss, filling me with something close to joy.

I want this. I want him , and if it takes hours spent with Geordi and his esoteric band of brothers, I’ll do it.

I break the kiss, only so I can move my lips over his eyes and his brow, light and teasing.

He’s got one hand’s fingertips inside the waistband of my jeans, working their way down.

His heat and his earthy scent drive me crazy and my hips move of their own accord.

Rocking. Humping. Making what I want next very plain.

“We going to your bed this time?” The rawness in his voice pushes me higher.

“It’s a mattress on the floor of my closet.”

“That’s cool, as long as there’s room enough for both of us.”

Sighing, I ease away from him. “I wish sex could happen without such mundane considerations like where and how.”

That makes him laugh. “Well, if I bent you over the table, it’d put your face in that gorgeous corn stuff—”

“Grandma’s recipe.” I try for prissy and pretty much fail.

“Wherever it came from, it was delicious.” He stands, grabbing my hand and tugging me against his body. “Now show me where the goddamn bed is.”

I do.

He loses his shirt before we get to the closet door and his jeans stay in the doorway. I hurry to catch up, heavily distracted by his perfect pecs and his even more perfectly hairy chest. “Fuck me.”

“I will, if that’s what you want.”

Standing by the mattress that counts as my bed, his eyes are dark, and while I’m wondering how I’ve got the stones to show off my scrawny bod to someone so gorgeous, he grabs the shirt out of my hand. “Lose the jeans.”

I do.

“Commando,” he hums, giving me an admiring once-over.

“I guess I pegged you as a boxer briefs guy.” Encouraged that he’s now seen it all and hasn’t run, I get close enough to bite one of his nipples. More of a nip, really. Teasing. “Now get out of them.”

He slides them off, which gives me access. I’ve had my hand on his cock before, but now I can take more time. He’s long and thick, weeping a little, and his balls hang low and heavy. “You really are all man.”

“You’ve said that before.” There’s a chuckle under his words.

“It’s the truth.” I bite the other nipple and give him a shove. He sinks down onto the mattress, bitching about too many pillows as he settles himself.

“Can’t help it. I like comfort.”

“There’s comfort and there’s”—he pulls a small velvet bolster out from under his back and flings it into the corner— “whatever this is.”

Once he stops wiggling, I follow him down, seating myself over his hips. “You like it. Don’t lie.”

He’s got his hands round my waist, fingers stroking my ribs. “I like you, baby, and if that means I have to fight my way through excess bedding to get to you, well, I’m up to the task.”

I double over laughing. “You’re fucking nuts.”

“And you’re fucking magic.” He gets a knuckle under my chin and lifts my head so our gazes meet.

“I don’t know why you think that.” My voice is barely a whisper.

He traces my lower lip with his thumb. “And I don’t know why you can’t see it for yourself.”

I kiss him to make him stop talking crazy.

Hell, to make him stop talking entirely.

We have some fucking to get to. I work my hand down so I can grasp both our cocks, timing my thrust with his.

We’re going easy, letting the heat build, and when I slide my lips down his neck to nibble on his ear, he asks, “Issat how you want it?”

I stop to pant for a moment, the roughness of his voice almost sending me over the edge. “Want you to fuck me,” I gasp. “Stuff’s under the pillow.”

“Which one?”

I shove back, hands on his shoulders, giving him my full-on princess glare. “Under your head, smartass.”

He digs around for the condoms and lube, holding them out like prizes. I snatch the condom packet away from him, tear it open, and slide the sheath onto his cock. “Shoulda got the extra large.”

“Shut up,” he mutters, reaching around to tease his way down my crack.

“I prepped some earlier.” Tossing the condom packet aside, I go for the lube, squirting out a big old handful. Rising on my knees, I take a couple fingers of the gel and slide them into my hole. Yeah, I’m more than ready for fucking D-Clem, and I smear the rest over his shaft.

“Gaaaugh.” He tips his head so his chin’s pointing at the ceiling, mouth open, breathing hard. The whole picture is gratifying as hell.

Lining him up, I slide onto his dick. He watches, his eyes dark, glittering slits. He’s big enough to sting until my body adjusts, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that he fills me in a way no one ever has.

“You gotta move,” he gasps, so I do. I ride him slowly at first until my ass relaxes a little more, then harder when I can take it. I’m locked onto his gaze, loving the way he chews on his lower lip, the way the muscles in his jaw tighten.

This ain’t gonna take long at all.

I start really pumping, tension building in my ass, in my balls. Every thrust past my gland spins me tighter. “I’m close,” I manage, though who the hell knows if I actually said the words or thought them real loud.

He sits up, one arm wrapped tight around my waist, and flips me onto my back.

My sexy little yelp of surprise is more of a scream, and he grins though his brow is furrowed.

Maneuvering me so my calves rest on his shoulders, he proceeds to give me a demonstration in what it’s like to get fucked by a former college athlete who’s still in primo shape.

He pounds me, and I love every fucking minute of it.

He comes first, with a yell loud enough to put my pretty little scream to shame. I can’t get too het up over it because my own climax smashes through me, a wave of pleasure so deep I may never surface.

When I do, I’m belly to belly with Damon, nuzzling his throat, his arms wrapped around me like he never wants to let go. We lay there breathing together until his cock slides out of me and my cum starts to itch where it’s stuck between us.

With a happy sigh, I sit up, shivering a little at the loss of his heat. His expression warms me, especially when he asks, “This is real, right? We’re a thing now.”

I put my hand over his heart. “Yup. We are definitely a thing.”

His eyes close, but his smile doesn’t fade. “Good.”

I get a warm cloth to clean us up, then snuggle in next to him, using his shoulder as a pillow.

The mattress is just wide enough for both of us and yeah, there are clothes hanging overhead so it’s less than ideal.

My last conscious thought before sleep takes me is that I might have to look for a bigger apartment.

As long as Damon is there, any place will be okay.