Damned Sinner, page 10
part #1 of Jayne Series
Letting go of her hair, I pushed on her shoulders and stood back. “Get up,” I ordered.
She stood on shaky legs, smiling as she wiped a hand over her mouth. “I wasn’t finished,” she said breathlessly.
I blinked twice, astonished at the balls on the girl. She was being cute, but if she thought I was done with her, she was sorely mistaken. And make no mistake, she would be sore.
I bent forward, lowering my shoulder and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her in my arms. She let out a little yelp, and then laughed, so I gave her a swift smack on the ass to shut her up. Play time was over.
I walked toward the bedroom as fast as I could, but in my head, it wasn’t nearly fast enough. The quicker I got her on her back—the better.
With each step, my cock rubbed against her bare leg and the torture was excruciating. I felt like a kid getting my first piece of ass—out of control and off balance. It was bizarre in the best way possible. I hadn’t looked forward to sex in a long time. It was just a reprieve to jacking off. My fantasies had revolved around her for too long, and I was more than ready to let loose on her.
The suite was dark, save the light from the living room that flooded the hallway. I used instinct to make it to the room and was glad to find the door already open. I didn’t bother turning on the light, and tossed her on the bed before covering her with my body and capturing her mouth with a kiss that was a long time coming.
She opened up to me—willingly and eagerly—and I savored the sweet warmth of her mouth while my hands danced their way down to the final destination.
“Damn, I can’t wait to get inside you,” I groaned. I yanked her panties down one hip and then the other, and shoved her skirt up over them. “When I get inside you, I’m never going to leave.”
I shifted so I could remove them all the way, and took a moment to look at her. It was too dark, and there was no way I could go through with it unless I could see her. All of her. We’d come this far, and I wanted all of it.
“Get that dress off,” I growled.
I went over to the light switch on the other side of the room, flipped it on and took a deep breath before I turned around. I’d seen her near naked several times, but there was no way to prepare myself for what I saw on that bed.
She was like manna to my soul—a feast any man would kill to have. She was the only thing I’d wanted, the thing I’d craved, and I knew I’d never have enough of her. She couldn’t understand what it meant to me to see her spread out for me that way, a blessing and an offering, a forfeit of my very fucking being.
Her skin was fair and so smooth it glowed like pearls under the harsh lights in the room. I was losing my damned mind, professing my worship on her like a freaking poet, but there were no words, nothing solid in my vocabulary to describe her.
Fucking spectacular was one description.
Long legs stretched out, one bent at the knee and her slender toes curled up as I walked closer, the pink toenails disappearing beneath the white bedding.
I half expected her to sprout wings and hover. She exuded innocence and purity, but the devilish smile and the dirty thoughts I could read in her eyes made it distinctly clear that she was no angel.
“I hope that smile means you’re ready to fuck, Kelsey. I’m not going to be gentle. I don’t do tender and sweet.”
Her eyes widened slightly, but she masked the shock my words with a smile. There was a battle raging inside of me, a panic in my heart, and confusion in my mind, but there was no other way to release both of us from the tension that held us prisoner.
I kneeled on the bed and reached for her, pulling her legs out and spread them wide. Again, I had the disturbing sense of being in unfamiliar territory. The process of copulation had become second nature and mechanical. Stimulate, penetrate, ejaculate. This was a brand new deal, and it was like feeling my way through a pitch dark fortress.
“Jesus,” I breathed out, lightly touching the inside of her thigh. She was so soft, pliable and new. “You have no idea...” I couldn’t even make out a clear thought. Shaking my head, I went back to the task at hand.
Like getting inside of her as fast as possible.
I didn’t bother with the buildup. We were both damn near ready to explode, and the quicker it happened, the quicker I could do it again. I had no plans of letting her leave that bed all night. If she did, it would only be so I could bend her over something else in the suite.
I reached between us and grabbed my cock, giving it a few strokes before positioning myself. With one hand on her hip, and the other over her head to hold me up, I gave a sharp jerk of my hips and I was in.
Every muscle in my body was tight. If I thought I was speechless before, I was fucking mute at that moment. It was far more than I expected to feel, and it felt so damn good I was sure I could die that very second a very, very satisfied man.
A whimper escaped her lips and I opened my eyes, not even realizing I’d clenched them shut. Looking down at her face, so soft and pink, and her eyes so open and full of happiness—I wasn’t sure how to describe the look she gave me.
Fuck.
I let myself rest on my elbow, and lowered my hand to brush her hair off her forehead. My cock inside of her was unbelievable. It was unreal to be looking down at her, inside her, together. It was too much, and not enough.
“Hang on to me, sweetheart,” I told her. “I can’t hold back... it’s too fucking good.”
“Please,” she begged quietly. “Oh God, please move.”
I shifted her leg a little higher on my hip, and hooked her ankle around my back. Pulling back, I sat up so I could handle her a little better, and drove into her harder than before, going deeper and faster.
Her back arched, and I growled. Her tits pressed up, begging me to touch. I’d avoided touching her too much, but I’d waited a long fucking time to have them in my hands. I was so close, and ready to blow my load like an amateur. There was plenty of time to explore later.
“So tight,” I hissed, throwing my head back. I could feel every flutter, every muscle inside of her quiver with each drive of my cock. I could feel every inch of her, every silky, slippery inch.
Warm, tight, and so damn perfect.
“Vince,” she breathed. “I’m so close.”
I could tell. I could see it in her face, I could feel it in the way she moved, and hear it in the way she moaned every time I bucked my hips. We were in perfect sync—when I moved, she moved. Our bodies were like old friends, something I had never experienced before, and it scared the shit out of me.
The room spun as my orgasm started to build. My balls drew up tight, and my legs began to shake, but I didn’t slow down. Her breathing came faster and her body shook with each thrust of my hips. Briefly, I thought I was hurting her, but realized her cries were a sign that she was feeling it... and fuck if it was beautiful.
Her hand came up and touched my cheek, her jaw went slack, and she clenched around me—her entire body tensing as her orgasm shot through her. She rocked her hips, jerking and screaming with the pleasure, and I felt myself start to crash, exploding inside of her with the power of a freight train.
I fell on top of her, careful not to crush her, but boneless and exhausted. I’d set out to fuck her and get her out of my system once and for all, but in the end, she fucked me. She’d left me senseless and disoriented and on the brink of complete confusion.
I took a few deep breaths, and then pulled myself off of her and flopped down on my back. The ceiling held no answers to the questions in my head, but that didn’t stop me from staring, begging for reason. She was frozen next to me, which made everything even tenser.
What the fuck have I done?
She curled herself up next to me, leg thrown over mine and her hands clasped under her chin on my shoulder. I could feel her heartbeat and could hear every wistful breath she took.
Everything was a little too cozy, so I shrugged her off of me, threw my legs over the edge of the bed, and headed to the bathroom. I heard her frustrated sigh before shutting the door behind me, but I didn’t look back.
I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face before looking in the mirror. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I searched the mirror anyway.
I hated the bastard looking back at me. Fucking idiot. Thinking with my dick had never gotten me in more trouble. I was completely fucked. Falling for her bravado and her false attempt at seduction had taken me straight down the road to hell. I knew it before, and I damn well knew it then.
What was I supposed to do with her? Take her up north and set up house like a... like I didn’t even know what. I looked back up at my reflection and shook my head. I had twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours to enjoy her, spend time with her, and then decide. I only hoped that if given the choice, she’d make the right one—whatever that was.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I growled. “She fucked my brains out.”
I’d always had the utmost control, especially when it came to my feelings. In that moment, though, I was completely out of my element. I’d caught feelings... I had a batch of love brewing in my heart, and that shit was going to be ugly.
I cupped my hands and gathered another handful of water, hoping it would clear my head. At that point, I wasn’t sure I’d know what I was doing if I stuck my entire head in a pail of ice.
I wiped the water away and went to the toilet to piss. Whatever happened, happened. It was time to face the music.
When I opened the door, I was struck again with just how intense the attraction was between us. As soon as she looked up and saw me, her eyes softened and her smile returned. The small glimpse of hesitation I’d caught as I opened the door was long forgotten. She was as scared as I was, but happy at the same time.
And I was happy—as hard as it was to admit. I didn’t do happy. I did content—I was content. My life had a certain routine. I didn’t get close, and I didn’t linger. There I was, though, doing both.
“Did you make up your mind while you were in there?” she asked.
I lowered my brow, confused. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Her eyes darted down and then back up to meet mine. A rosy blush spread over her chest and up to her cheeks, and she ducked her head.
She hadn’t covered up, and I let myself enjoy her body all over again as I walked toward her. That shy sex-kitten act of hers was my downfall. The way she blushed staring down at my cock, and laid there as bare as she was the day she was born was a complete contradiction. She was a complete contradiction.
Cocking her finger, she beckoned over to the bed, and like the pussy-smacked loser I was, I obliged.
I crawled onto the bed next to her, pulled her into my lap, and kissed her hard enough to wipe the self-satisfied smirk off her face. It was one thing to acknowledge it to myself, but I wasn’t ready to give her that power. Not yet, and maybe not ever.
Her tits were small and soft, and her nipples were hard and tight. I cupped them, squeezing softly, and then moved my lips down to pull them into my mouth.
The urge to blink away the constant colorful words of description that invaded my head was giving me a headache. As she squirmed in my lap, I was once again reminded of why she was indeed the exact type of woman men had been writing poetry about and painting on canvas for centuries. She was a muse in every way, and I had every intention of sucking every bit of inspiration out of her before the night was over.
I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of soft, fleshy ass, and pulled her down on me, bringing us close enough to go for round two. And then she opened her mouth.
“I love you,” she breathed in my ear.
My body went stock still, and a bone-chilling sense of dread drove up my spine.
I gripped her ass tighter, digging my fingers into her flesh as hard as I could. I let her go, threw her off my lap, and threw my legs over the side of the bed. I leaned forward, folding my hands and rested my elbows on my knees. This was the moment I had been worried about. The whole point of avoiding her was so that she wouldn’t get hurt, but I was going to hurt her, and it ate at me. There was no way I could say it back. I couldn’t lie to her.
“Kelsey,” I rasped.
She laid a gentle hand on my back and I jumped at the touch.
“Just relax,” she said softly. “You don’t have to say it back. That’s not why I said it.”
“Why did you,” I shot at her. “You never know when to shut your mouth, Kelsey.”
“Vince...” She sat up on her knees and wrapped her arms around my waist, laying her head on my shoulder. “Don’t act like you don’t know how I feel. I get it—you can’t return those feelings—or won’t. I’ve said it to you before, and I’ll probably say it again, and I mean it. Every. Single. Time. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you.”
Her voice was so sad and hopeless. I couldn’t stand it, but she knew... knew going in what I was about. It was the most fucked up position I’d ever been in, and for me—that was saying a lot.
I reached around and patted her hip, trying to soothe her in the only way I knew how. It was how I calmed her when I had her in hiding while we searched for her sister, and it was all I had now.
With Jayne, things had always been easier. From the very beginning, we had a bond that defied our situation. I knew the second I saw her that I was put on earth to keep her safe, and I had. She knew me like no one else ever had—not even my family. She was probably the first person to take me as I was from one look. She never judged me, and I’d never judged her.
There was never any hesitation with her, but there it was—the relationship was very different than what I had with Kelsey. The first time I laid eyes on Kelsey, I knew she was something special.
She started my dead fucking heart in ways I couldn’t even explain.
That didn’t mean I was handing her my balls on a platter.
“Come on. Let’s go to sleep. I have to be on the road early.”
My stomach knotted with disappointment. After waiting so long, denying myself—and her—for over a year, I was sick.
There was no going back, though. Her words and the sentiment behind it sat heavy in my gut and weighed so heavily on my mind that I was exhausted.
She sighed, obviously feeling the same as I did about things, but pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades and then scooted to the other end of the bed to lie down. I waited until she was still and then lay down myself.
“Fuck,” I snapped. “The damn light.”
“I got it,” she said quietly.
I watched her cross the room, her long lithe legs, the slight curve of her hips and the way her ass twitched as she walked. My body responded, oblivious to the situation.
I held the blanket up until she was safely underneath, and pulled it over our shoulders. She snuggled up immediately, wiggling her little ass right back against me. Holding her that way again was surreal, and different. For months, she’d slept next to me, and I’d held her close. Even so, we’d never been as close as we were now, and we’d never been satiated from sex or wrapped around each other bare. I’d imagined it, fantasized about it, but it didn’t compare to the real thing. Whatever I’d had conjured up in my head was shattered. What I had right in that moment was the best thing I’d ever had in my life.
Hands fucking down.
We were quiet for a long time, and I could hear her breathing clearly through the silence of the room. Her heartbeat drummed against the arm I had around her torso, and I sighed. I was content, so at peace that I could feel myself drifting off. It was the calmest I’d been in a long time, and I smiled into her shoulder.
“Vince,” she said softly.
“Hmm,” I hummed.
She giggled. “Are you asleep?”
I nodded. “I was, but you won’t be quiet.”
She laughed again. “Did you really kill your father, or were you trying to scare me off?”
My body tensed. The girl really knew how to fuck up a mood. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“He wasn’t my real father. My mom married him when I was almost four years old, but he was the only one I had, you know?”
“So, your stepdad?”
I shrugged. “He was a piece of shit. He beat my mom, he hated me, and he was...” I paused, looking for the right way to describe it. “He was rough with my sister.”
Her body stilled, and she turned over to look at me. “He hurt you. That’s why you did it.”
I shook my head and moved a piece of fallen hair away from her eyes. “I did it because I hated him. I could take the beatings. By the time I was ten years old, I was already as tall as he was. At fourteen, I was much taller, and much bigger. He stopped trying to beat me, but it just got worse with my mom.”
“I’m sorry he hurt them,” she said. There was a soft crease in her brow, and I wanted to stop the conversation as quickly as possible. She didn’t need to hear all the gruesome details, and I wasn’t interested in sharing them, honestly. It wouldn’t do either of us any good.
“It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter,” I assured her. “Go to sleep.”
Her eyes narrowed, and I shut mine so that I could avoid her glare. The tension continued to build, so thick I could feel her stare pierce right through me.
“Will you tell me what happened?”
I sighed again... she wasn’t going to stop talking until I told her the whole sordid fucking story. I’d give her just enough to shut her up.
“My mom wasn’t innocent by any means, but she was in it, you know?”
She gave me a quizzical look, so I kept going. “I think she married him because she was desperate. She was a single mom, two kids, no education, and she was stuck. He came around—from what she told me—wagging security, and she nabbed him up. But things changed, and he showed his true colors.”
I tried not to conjure up any images of that asshole—it only brought on rage and nightmares I didn’t want to deal with. Thinking back to the way it was in that dump we lived in made me sick to my stomach. Never go back. I never went there—not mentally, and not literally.
