Page 6 of The Unexpected Lineup (Lost in Translation #2)

BOTH SIN AND SWEETNESS ALL AT ONCE

HAISLEY

W ell, that freaking broken condom almost killed the mood. But lucky for us, I came with a backup, and we can pick up right where we left off. And damn, it’s already been one hell of a ride.

I can’t shake off the feeling there’s something familiar about him though. But I don’t know what.

I slip off my heels and follow my mystery man into the spacious bathroom. “Want to wash my back?”

A cocky smirk tugs at his lips. “Mask on or off? ”

I’m tempted to say off. I really am. But I’ve come this far chasing the fantasy of having a night of anonymous fun, so why stop here? “I was thinking you could bend me over, so take it off if you want.”

“Deal,” he says, closing the space between us, his eyes locking with mine. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to taste you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I challenge.

“Let’s rinse off first. After that, I’ll take my time and devour every single inch.”

“Promises, promises.”

“I don’t make promises I don’t plan to keep,” he murmurs, fingers slipping through my wig. “Now hold still. Don’t want to get this wet.”

He grabs an elastic tie from the counter and gently gathers my hair into a messy bun. His movements are careful like he’s handling something precious. And I enjoy it more than I’d like to admit. There’s something intimate about this moment, more than anything we’ve done so far.

With my hair up, I step into the stall, adjust the showerhead, and turn on the water. The warmth of it immediately envelops me from the neck down, easing the soreness in my muscles. I close my tired eyes, taking time to calm my still racing heart.

The glass door creaks open, and the air shifts when he steps in behind me. He moves so that my back is against his front, and I can feel him hardening again.

A soft moan escapes me as his hand slides up to hold my jaw, tilting my head back. Without my heels, he’s a good four or five inches taller than my six-foot frame .

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, his voice thick. “It’s intoxicating. You’re making it hard to take my time.”

His full lips trace along my throat, and the sensation of his teeth grazing my sensitive skin sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my center. My knees nearly buckle, and I grip his thigh for support.

“Please, I need you,” I breathe.

“I know you want my fingers,” he whispers, his voice soft like velvet. “But not yet. I’m going to soap you up first, enjoying touching every inch of you.”

He reaches for the body wash, pouring a generous amount into his palm and rubs his hands together. The scent, both musky and expensive, mixes with the steam around us.

His soapy hands glide over my shoulders, massaging them.

I brace my palms against the tile, arching into his touch.

He works his way down, thumbs pressing into the tight spots along my spine, drawing out a low groan from deep inside me.

Every stroke feels measured, each one carefully placed to leave me trembling by the time he’s done.

He trails his fingers lower, over the small of my back, then around my waist before dipping low between my thighs.

Right where I ache for him. But he doesn’t linger.

I whimper, hips rolling toward him, silently begging for more.

My skin buzzes under his calloused hands, my breath catching with every calculated pause.

He chuckles wickedly. “Patience, sweetness.”

He shifts behind me, pouring more body wash into his palm. The slick sound of his hands moving over his own skin follows. He’s taking his time, and somehow, the thought of him teasing himself, the same way he teased me, threatens to unravel me even more than his touch.

He then reaches for the showerhead, rinsing the suds off both of us. The water glides over my thighs, stomach and breasts. He’s thorough, maddeningly so, enjoying the foreplay.

When he’s done, he turns off the water and leans in, his lips curving into a small smile against my skin. He presses a slow kiss to my shoulder, then one beneath my ear.

“Ready for round two?” His gravelly voice curls low in my belly.

“Always.”

After we dry ourselves off, he puts his mask back on while I add a coat of the perfect sultry red to my lips. It’s bold and unapologetic. My confidence skyrockets with it.

“Well, fuck. Now I can’t stop thinking about that color all over my dick,” he groans.

“Then we should probably do something about that.”

I drop to my knees slowly, like I’m putting on a show. His breath stutters. “Fuck, sweetness, you don’t have to do that.”

“Don’t you want my mouth around you? Taking you as deep as I can?”

His jaw slackens. “I would love nothing more.”

“Then let me.”

I trail my fingers up his muscular tattooed thighs, my nails dragging ever so slightly over his skin. Every muscle in his legs tightens under my touch, struggling to hold it together. I brush gently against his massive hard-on, and his hips twitch in response.

“Be careful. Otherwise, you’re going to make me finish real soon,” he warns unsteadily.

I press my mouth to the inside of his thigh, kissing a trail higher until I’m an inch away from where he wants me the most. I’m not in a hurry. No, I’m going to enjoy this and all the power I currently possess over him. It’s my turn to show him who’s boss.

“You think you can wait a bit longer?” I ask, my voice a playful tease.

His breath hitches. “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off.”

I take the tip in my mouth, letting the heat of it envelop him. Then I slowly circle my tongue while licking the precum from the top like honey. His hands fly to my wig, gripping it tightly, and I feel the sting in my scalp.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his voice strained. “This is…your mouth is…fucking perfect.”

I draw back unhurriedly, letting him feel every inch of my attention. I love the way he responds to me, his body tensing and shaking under his disappearing restraint.

“You don’t need to hold back,” I murmur against him and slide his cock between my lips. “Use me.”

His fingers tighten in my hair as he groans again. “Fuck, I really want to fuck your mouth and make it mine forever.”

I open my mouth wider, showing him that I’m giving him complete control. Total surrender. The mask might cover most of his face, but there’s nothing hidden in his dark eyes. They burn with the need for more.

Licking the tip, I swirl my tongue deliberately over it. And just like that, his control snaps, and he rocks his hips at a punishing pace. He’s way too big to fit all the way in, but he tries his best, and I gag on his length.

“Look at me. I want to see those beautiful eyes while I wreck you,” he pants. “You drive me insane, you know that?”

I only nod, my mouth full of him. It doesn’t take long until my lipstick is smeared along his thick length, making such a pretty mess. My mascara might be rolling down my cheeks with how much my eyes water, but I don’t care. He’s unraveling for me.

“Where do you want me, sweetness?” he barely gets out between me licking and sucking him.

A whispered “mouth” is the only permission he needs. He lets go of my hair and the warm cum hits my tongue. I swallow every last salty drop without breaking eye contact. His body shudders with the release as I hold him steady through it.

When he finally exhales deeply, it’s long and rough. Like he’d been holding his breath the entire time.

“I remember you promising me something.” I tease, breaking the silence after his orgasm.

His cocky smirk is back. “Oh, trust me, I remember it all too well.”

As my mystery man disappears into the bathroom, I fish out a wet wipe from my purse and remove the makeup smeared on my face .

Once my skin is clean, I get comfortable on the king-size bed. The cool sheets brush against my bare skin, and I close my eyes briefly, enjoying the sensation. Realizing it’s the first time tonight that I’m touching the bed, a surprised laugh leaves my lips.

“What’s funny?”

“I was thinking how close we were to the bed the whole time,” I admit. “And I still got on my knees for you.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “About that…I think it’s my turn to return the favor.”

“Get here, and let’s play, then,” I make a come here motion with my pointer finger.

He climbs into the bed and pushes me back into the soft pillows. I fall willingly, my breath quickening as he looms over me. His incredible body shows such strength that I wonder what he does for a living. Those muscles might be earned at the gym, but his calloused hands tell another story.

He leans in, his lips hovering above mine. “Now that I have you naked in my bed, it’s finally time to taste every inch of you.”

I bite my lip, unable to hold back the growing need in my chest. “I’ve never been more ready,” I whisper my truth.

With that, he kisses me deeply, his hands moving all over my exposed skin. Every touch and kiss sends a spark through me. I can’t get enough.

“You taste so good,” he moans, trailing kisses down my neck. “But I need to make sure you are as sweet everywhere.”

I reach for him, my hands tangling in his hair, loosening the man bun. His lips make a path from top of my breasts to my nipples and lower. The mask scratches against my stomach and I itch to take it off. But not now.

“You’re trembling,” he murmurs. “And I haven’t even started eating you out yet. Fuck, I love knowing you ache for me.”

Slowly, he makes his way between my thighs. Nipping at the skin, he takes his time getting to know every inch, as he promised.

“Stop teasing and start doing,” I challenge, my fingers tightening in his hair.

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest as his tongue finds my clit. He licks slowly over it, closing his lips around the sensitive nub, sucking hard enough to make my hips jerk.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my head pressing back. “Just like that.”

He hums against me, the vibration only adding to the pleasure as his tongue works me open. One of his hands slides up my stomach, his fingers brushing over my breast, pinching my sensitive nipple. The dual sensation has me writhing, desperate for more. He repeats the movement on the other side.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he groans against me, his lips slick with my arousal. “Both sin and sweetness all at once.”

I can barely breathe, let alone respond, as his free hand moves lower. Two fingers slide through my wetness and press inside me, stretching my walls. My answering moan is loud and shameless. I don’t care anymore. I need this. I need him .

“That’s it. Let me hear that sweet little sound again,” he encourages, pumping his fingers in and out at a slow, torturous pace while his tongue continues its exploration .

I don’t hold back, my breathy moans turning into desperate cries as he increases the speed. His fingers curl inside of me, hitting the spot that has me seeing stars behind my closed eyelids.

I’m so damn close. So close that my entire body tenses, my legs shaking around his shoulders while my fingers grip his hair.

“Come for me. Show me what a good girl you are,” he commands between licks. “Let me feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

My orgasm crashes over me, waves of unimaginable pleasure momentarily drowning me in their wake. But he doesn’t stop, his tongue working me through every last tremor.

I collapse against the sheets, breathless and boneless. He kisses his way back up my body and pauses at my lips, his mouth glistening with my release.

“Truly the sweetest thing ever.”

“Then let me have some.”

With passion I didn’t know he had left in him, he kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue. I sigh against him, utterly spent but still hungry for more of him. He's an aphrodisiac, and every piece of him he freely offers to me makes me crave more.

“You’re dangerous,” I say, my fingertips gliding over the hard, inked planes of his chest. “It should be illegal to feel this good. A girl could get addicted to this.”

He tilts my chin up, his dark eyes studying me. “Then you’ll have to give me your number before you leave in the morning.”

“Let’s see if you snore or not first. ”

His chuckle is a rumble beneath my touch. He shifts, pulling me to him until our bodies are flush. “Deal.”