T-AWorthwhileSin Page 6

  “Scootch up, babe. We’re going to need all this territory.”

  Sin wiggled her way to the head of the bed, her eyes never leaving Tate’s. “And then I’m going to fuck you on the floor, and in the bathroom, and on the kitchen counter.”

  Sin’s knees fell open at his words, and Tate’s gaze flickered, but he kneeled on the bed and stroked himself. “Oh, baby. You are sin. The best sin I’ve ever wanted to commit.”

  She wet her lips and reached for him, but he eased away from her grasp. “Not yet, baby. I need to control this or it’s going to be over before we even start. And we can’t have that. Can we?”

  All Sin’s words must have stayed at the door with her stuff, because she couldn’t form a single one. Her mind, her entire body was consumed by what he was about to do to her. Sin needed. That’s all she was right now. A great big quivering pile of need. Nothing else mattered right now beyond that cock and what Tate was going to do with it.

  As she watched, he leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom and a cock ring. In all Sin’s exploration, she’d never seen one, and never got to be on the receiving end of someone using one. She’d heard stories, though, and oh my god he was fucking huge. Her pussy clenched and warmth dripped onto her thighs and lower. She wiggled her ass until her cheeks slicked with the warm cum. She bit her lip and hoped Tate was going to teach her a few new things too. Oh, he could have her any way he wanted her as long as he didn’t stop.

  Readied, he kneeled between her legs and stroked the insides of her thighs. “Sin, oh sin. I’m never going to last, baby. You’re just too fucking hot.” His fingers trailed upward, leaving a scorching trail of fireworks. He crossed her skin and slid one finger into her wetness, then followed the trail lower, making Sin arch up into him. “So fucking hot.”

  He pressed closer, trading his finger for the head of his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. Sin grabbed handfuls of the bedspread and lifted her hips. He rubbed the thick head against her, making her pulse with need. Up against her clit he rubbed it, and then all the way down until it spread her cheeks and pressed there too. She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted, but then he eased away. Over and over, he repeated the slow torture, circling her clit until it throbbed and she cried out, and then barely pushing into her, and then splitting her ass until he knocked gently at her back door. Sin wanted him everywhere, and she was going to die from the pressure of the orgasm if he didn’t give it to her. “Please, Tate. I need you.”

  He stroked her again. “Where, Sin? Tell me where.” He rolled the smooth head over her button, controlling every stroke with his hand as he rubbed up one side, across the top, and down the other in a slow circular torture. “Here, baby? Do you want me here?”

  Sin whimpered and pulled at the bedspread. “Yes, oh please. Yes.”

  He lowered himself a few inches and pressed the tip into the wetness. “Or here, baby? Do you want me to fuck you here?”

  “Now, Tate. Please.” Sin thrashed back and forth on the bed, lifting her hips and begging him to drive into her.

  He pushed in deeper, promising to fill her beyond capacity. Sin angled her legs and tried to pull him deeper but he resisted, only pushing the thick tip into her. More wetness spilled onto the head of his cock, and Tate moaned. “Sin.” He slurred the end of her name and pushed just a tiny bit deeper, then withdrew, making both of them moan in agony. He moved lower, nudging her wet cheeks apart and pressing harder this time. “Or here? Tell me where you want me, Sin. Tell me where you want me to fuck you, baby.”

  “Yes!”

  He pressed inside, and Sin gasped at the sting and fullness of his cock penetrating her. His fingers stroked her clit, and she instantly relaxed. He filled her another inch. Sin lifted her lips and widened her legs. Tate moaned, and his thighs tensed against hers. “Oh, sweet Sin.”

  His fingers slipped inside her and she cried out, finally getting a hint of release. He slid two in and out and she pushed against him. He thumbed her clit, and a million sensations collided inside Sin. He lit every single zone on fire, and she couldn’t get a handle on any of them. He stroked her clit and she climbed toward an orgasm, but then he slowed that touch and slid another finger inside her. Sin pressed her head into the pillow and bit her lip. His thick cock gained another inch, and she moaned from somewhere she’d never uttered a word. He stroked her and pushed deeper, then withdrew.

  Sin cried out, and he fingered her deeper until she clenched and gushed all over his hand. He spread the warmth over his cock and her entrance then lifted her legs and held tight to her knees. “Hold on, baby.” He pushed forward, and Sin moaned as waves of pleasure contracted her entire body from her ass all the way to her throat. Slick with her own need, Tate pushed in and out, stroking slowly over and over until her body relaxed and met his rhythm. She lifted her ass, angling it upward so he could plow her deeper. Sin rode the flood of need and the orgasm began to build again. She clawed at his arms and back, cupped the fullness of his ass, and begged him to go harder and faster. In and out he rode her and Sin craved the release, but every time she got close, he slowed and withdrew, punishing her ass for getting so close to an orgasm. Over and over, he tortured them both. Sweat pooled between Sin’s breasts, and she cried out for him.

  “Almost there, baby. I want this one to rock your universe.” Again he slowly built her orgasm until Sin’s entire grasp on reality was held together with a silken thread. He buried himself deep, and she toppled over the edge. Her pussy clenched, and she tightened so hard down on Tate’s dick that he stopped mid stroke. Wave after wave crashed over Sin. Every single nerve in her body lit on fire and turned to ice in the same instant. Her entire system shorted out, and she couldn’t feel her toes or her legs anymore. Her pussy controlled everything.

  Tate eased out of her and before she could get a grip on her world, he stroked his cock upward, through the river of her orgasm and pushed himself deep into her pussy.

  Sin’s breath froze solid in her lungs, and she couldn’t draw a single ounce. Tate’s cock filled her so completely and now that she’d had him in the only way she’d ever had a man, this felt so much more intimate and complete. He lowered her legs and wrapped them around his waist, then angled their bellies together and rose over her.

  He was so gloriously stunning. His jaw tensed with his own desire for her, and Sin was overcome by is raw appeal. She let go of the strangle hold on the bedspread and lifted her fingers to caress the hard angle of his eyebrows, down the crisp angle of his cheekbone, the soft pillows of his lips. Tate’s tongue darted out and swirled around her fingertips but she kept him from suckling them and drew the wet tip over the strong jaw and down his throat. His prickled stubble pierced her skin and sent another wave of sensation over her body. He stroked her slow and deep, and Sin caressed the curve of his shoulders, filled her palms with the thick ridge of his triceps and curled forward to stroke the length of his bicep.

  He retreated, slowly easing his cock out of her until her fingers stilled and her eyes drifted closed on a low moan. This was beyond what Sin had built up in her mind. So far beyond.

  Tate rocked his hips forward and entered her halfway, then retreated. Sin gasped and stroked over his perfect chest. He watched her, and she saw all her lust and desire reflected in his eyes. Forward again he pushed deep into her and Sin waited for the fullness, but he retreated. She pinched his nipple hard, and he pulled almost all the way out.

  “Mmm. You want to play dirty?”

  Sin pinched his other nipple and twisted them both. He drove hard into her. Again and again he pounded into her, spread her wide and deep with a promise that he could take her all the way. In and out, harder, faster until she wrapped her arms around him to keep from falling off the universe. Then he stopped, the head of his cock just below her G. Sin cried out and gasped. “Tate. No, please. Oh god. Please.”

  He lowered his lips and bit her nipple. The sharp pain felt so good. Every single nerve in Sin’s body was on complete ove
rload. She was so close again. So close.

  Tate pulled all the way out, and Sin inhaled sharply at the vacancy. He pulled her breast sharply between his teeth and pinched her other nipple. Every touch of him felt so amazing. His hand slid down and wrapped around her thigh, then he flipped her over on her stomach and lifted her up on all fours.

  She glanced over her shoulder. Tate rose up on his knees, cock thick and ready. Sin lifted her ass higher in the air and backed up. He bent forward, his cock grazing the curve of her ass. Sin’s pussy clenched in welcome but he leaned over her and grabbed handfuls of pillows. Propping them beneath her belly, he tilted her hips and rubbed his cock in her wetness. Stroking her up and down, rimming her sore hole until she jumped and quivered. She fisted her hands in the pillows, eager and panting and ready.

  Tate bent over and licked her wetness, then buried his face in her ass and gently stroked her tenderly. He kissed and tongued her until she relaxed. He straightened and pushed his cock deep into her pussy. Sin cried out. He stroked her long and full. All the way out again, then he licked her ass. Then back in. Over and over he repeated the cycle until Sin thought she’d die from the sweet torture. Every stroke of his dick sent her nearly to the edge of her orgasm, but the touch of his tongue sent her even higher. The soreness was long gone, and she’d never in her entire life experienced anything like this.

  His cock was so massive and so thick that he nearly split her in half every time he drove deep inside her. She’d never been so wet in all her life either. A constant stream of cum dribbled out of her and slicked her clit before it dripped off, pinging another sensation of sweet delicious torture. She was so close. Oh god, he was going to drive her straight crazy.

  He buried himself in her pussy again and spirals of color exploded behind Sin’s eyelids. She rubbed her breasts and twisted her nipples, but she couldn’t get herself over the edge. The pressure was so massive she couldn’t take another second. Her fingers slipped to her drenched clit, and she touched the oversensitive nub with the barest hint of her finger. Her pussy clamped down hard, and Tate’s thumb pressed against her ass. She lifted higher and he stroked her in a large circle with his cock buried until his balls banged forward into her fingers. She stroked him, lightly coating his balls in her slickness. He moaned and drove deep again. She caught his balls with her middle fingers and let him slide back out of her grasp as he withdrew.

  They became each other’s perfectly balanced working machinery as he thumbed her ass in perfect timing to her stroke of his balls. Over and over they plunged and stroked and every single touch expanded Sin’s orgasm until finally, finally he drove her hard over the side. She screamed and gasped as the world imploded and exploded in a fiery collision of every single nerve in her body. Fireworks danced across her skin and she screamed and screamed as he pounded her. His fingers tightened on her ass, and he stroked her until she stopped screaming and lay completely spent.

  Tate eased himself out of her, and he laid his entire chest across her back and kissed the side of her ear. Then in one slow movement, he rolled them both over and Sin somehow came up straddling his massive cock again. Her clit throbbed with the aftershocks of the orgasm. He ran his fingers over her stomach and palmed her breasts until the nipples hardened. She stroked the expanse of his chest. With the white bedspread behind him, he looked like the clichéd fallen angel, and she wanted to explore every single inch of his skin like he’d done to her. Sin leaned forward and tasted the rim of his ear and fingered his damp hair. She stroked the length of his neck and cupped the fullness of his shoulders. Every single thread of his muscles stood out against his skin, and she wanted to taste all of him. He moaned as she suckled his earlobe, drawing it deep into her mouth and tugging gently with her teeth.

  Everything about him was so tasty and hot. She trailed kisses down his neck and nibbled at his jugular, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin. Her lips burned with the touch of him but she wanted more. She wanted everything. All of him. Sin’s chin bumped his tight nipple and she ground her cheek against the hard diamond pebble, then licked circles around it until he squirmed beneath her. She traced each curve of his pecks and drew her tongue down the crack of his chest where the two halves cleaved in perfection. Everything about him amazed her. This had been a fucking unlike anything she’d ever had in her entire life, and she didn’t want it to end. Even as she thought about not having his cock inside her anymore, her pussy clenched and warm heat slid between her thighs. She ground her wet clit against Tate’s thigh, and he pushed up against her, driving a force of friction into her. Her breath caught in her throat, and she rode his thigh for a few pumps until the intense buildup of another orgasm threatened to overcome her. She backed it down and slid off his thigh. The next time she came, she wanted that thick cock buried inside her.

  Her tongue followed the depression of his muscles lower across his abs, and she swirled his belly button and rubbed his dick against her cheek. She licked the length of it and moved so she straddled his legs again. His cock bobbed against her stomach, and she scooted backward and lowered her lips to the thick head.

  She wrapped her fingers around it and sucked him deep into her mouth. He was so fucking huge and tasted like her. Tate tangled his fingers in her hair and pushed her head deep onto his cock. She stroked his balls and rolled them gently between her fingers. He moaned and she sucked him hard. He pulled her hair, and she quickened the pace. The thick head pushed against the back of her throat and she swallowed. He was amazing. Over and over she let him fuck her mouth until her pussy clenched with the need to have this massiveness inside her again. She licked the entire length of him then slid up and straddled his hips.

  He grinned and grabbed handfuls of her ass. “Saddle up, baby.”

  Sin stroked his cock and lifted her hips. When the thick head nudged her wetness, Tate squeezed her hips tightly and dropped her onto his massive pole. Sin cried out and fell forward. They gasped at the connection and then Sin began to move. Now she was in control. A sweet smile played on her lips, and Tate winked.

  Sin swiveled her hips and clenched tight around his cock. Tate held on to her hips, but let her choose the pace and intensity of each thrust. Up and down she pulled him into her depths, plunging deeper and deeper until her thighs burned with each stroke. Her ass slapped loudly against his thighs and she sped up, bouncing up and down and clenching him so tightly she felt like her pussy was going to milk him to an orgasm.

  Tate’s eyes closed and his jaw tensed. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me.”

  Sin leaned over and braced herself against the mattress and pumped him in earnest. She could barely keep up this pace, but his fingers tightened on her ass and lifted her over and over. Her thighs burned and every stroke of his cock sent a wave of color racing through her body. Tate moaned and bucked against her and Sin felt the spray of his juice pound against the walls of her pussy. “Oh fuck!”

  Two more times she drove him deep into her wetness and then her entire body convulsed in a final overwhelming orgasm that left her limp and cradled against his chest.

  Tate’s dick spurted one last time and then he eased out of her and stripped the cock ring and condom off before tugging the sheet over their sweaty naked bodies. He pushed a chunk of Sin’s hair off her forehead and laid his lips against her skin. “Holy shit.”

  “Mmm.”

  Their bodies slid together and Tate turned her in his arms so her backside fit up against his belly, then he nuzzled her neck and Sin fell asleep to the sound of his soft snore.

  CHAPTER TWO

  A grumbling stomach woke Sin the next morning, and she realized she was starving. Easing out of Tate’s grip, she scooted off the bed and tugged one of his T-shirts on. It was about three sizes too small and clung tightly to her breasts and hips, but at least she was covered enough to order room service.

  Before it arrived, she took a minute to explore the suite while Tate slept. In the closet off the bathroom, she found a huge fluffy robe and traded his T-shirt out.


  She peeked in on Tate again, but he’d rolled over on his stomach and was sleeping soundly. She didn’t want the room service to wake him, so she cracked the door and met the room service outside, then wheeled the cart in. She had no idea what Tate usually ate for breakfast, so she’d ordered a huge collection off the menu.

  One entire wall was floor to ceiling windows with a giant balcony on the far side. She wheeled the cart out there and set the covered dishes in the middle of the table. They were on the absolute top of the hotel, and she could see the ocean stretching for miles on either side. The warm sun heated her skin, and she poured creamer and sugar into her coffee then settled into the chair at the end of the table and propped her feet up. She forked a couple pieces of bacon and massive Belgian waffle onto her plate and nibbled on both while she sipped her coffee and watched the ocean waves.

  Well, so much for staying out of Tate’s pants. She smiled behind her cup and took another sip. Holy fuck, that had been amazing. Tate was the most extraordinary lover ever. She didn’t want to think about how he’d gotten that experienced, but she was grateful for it.

  “Good morning.”

  Sin twisted around in her chair. Tate was leaning against the doorframe, a pair of low-riding shorts barely keeping him decent.

  Sin licked her lips. “Morning.”

  Tate ambled over and tipped her head farther back, then planted a slow, leisurely kiss on her lips. His hands drifted over her neck and down into her robe. He tugged her nipples into hard peaks, and Sin moaned. She was never going to get enough of him. As her back arched, he deepened the kiss, bending her neck more. That’s what she needed from him; more. Always more. His fingers drifted lower. She was already wet. The moment he’d stepped into the doorway, her thighs were slick with wanting him. Her thighs ached from last night’s sexapalooza but she could go again right now.

  “God, Sin.” Tate lifted his head and drove his finger deep inside. “You’re insatiable.”