I Spy a Wicked Sin

She brushed a stray lock of fiery hair from his face. “Liam told me about it earlier. Are you sure you’re all right?”

“I am now. No problem.”

She had her doubts. He fell quiet for a few moments, clutching the bedcovers. “Right. That’s the same load of bull I’m getting from Liam.”

“Well, then, that should tell you I’m fine. He knows me better than anyone.”

“I’m not talking about you. I’m talking about Liam.”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Are you completely oblivious to anyone but yourself? No matter what he claims, he’s not fine at all. Haven’t you sensed something’s not as it should be with him?”

After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded. “I suppose so,” he said slowly. “Now that you mention it. Has he confided in you?”

“No. I asked him, but he doesn’t know me well enough to feel comfortable sharing whatever’s bothering him.”

“Yet he’s plenty comfortable enough to share other parts of himself with you,” he said shortly.

Warmth spread in her tummy. “And that bothers you?”

“Yes, and no.” He gave a soft laugh. “I don’t know why it should confuse me. It’s not as though Liam and I haven’t shared lovers before.”

“I’m not your lover,” she pointed out.

“Yet.” Then he lay back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. Slowly and deliberately, he let his legs fall open, treating her to a delicious pose. “But that can be remedied.”

A mischievous half smile curved his lips, green eyes visible through the fiery hair falling all around his face. The corded muscles of his chest, stomach, and biceps stood out in relief, bunched under golden skin. His long, thick cock rested on his belly, heavy balls nestled underneath.

“Are you trying to memorize me, honey?”

He knew she was ogling, damn him. “You have no idea.”

“Really? Why don’t you come here? I’ll give you something to remember me by.”

Oh, God.

“My memory is excellent.”

“Tactile experience will sharpen it even more,” he said, playful.

He looked positively wicked. And so sure of himself, confident in his sexuality. He seemed certain she’d cave, give them what they both wanted.

And the son of a bitch was right.

Lily stepped out of her heels, unbuttoned her blouse, and shrugged it off. Next, she unzipped her skirt, let it fall to the floor, and went to stand between his spread knees, ran her hands up his strong thighs.

“If you’re not as naked as I am, you’re overdressed,” he said, holding out a hand to her.

She took it, crawling up with him. “No worries. I’ve wanted to be with you like this for days.” That much was the absolute truth. “You enjoy anticipation, don’t you?”

“Guilty. I believe good sex, like fine wine, was meant to be savored. Held on the palate and sipped until you become intoxicated with the richness of it.”

A vivid picture of him eating Tamara, fucking her, rose in her mind and she had to agree he was fantastic at savoring and sipping. “I’ve never heard anyone put it quite like that. I’d like to savor you.”

“I’m at your mercy,” he said in a low voice. “Don’t let me stop you.”

Taking advantage, she stretched out next to him and raked her fingers through his silky hair as she’d been itching to do, enjoying its weight and texture. The other palm she skimmed across his chest, pleased at how his nipples tightened under her touch.

She bent and tasted them, pulled and nipped each one. Jude sucked in a breath but didn’t move, simply allowed her to explore at will. Moving south, she admired his flat stomach that, like the rest of him, evidenced time in the workout room. But the real prize was the package between his legs, and she crawled between them for better access.

Lord, he was big. He’d probably brought ecstasy to many lovers with that huge cock. God knew he’d made Tamara scream. For the first time, she imagined him impaling Liam’s pretty ass, sliding deep, making the sexy younger man cry out…

Lily’s body ignited. Fire flared in her pussy and she grasped Jude’s organ, pumping the base in a firm grip. He moaned, arched his back, seeking more. Pre- cum leaked from the bulbous head, the shaft flushed a purplish red.

“Want to know what I’m thinking?” she asked.

“Y-yes, honey. Tell me.”

“I’m picturing you fucking Liam.” A hearty groan punctuated her statement as she continued to stroke. “You’ve fucked him, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have.”

“Do you love bending him over, splitting his ass with this huge cock? Being buried deep inside him?”

“God, yes,” he rasped. “He’s an incredible lover, as you well know.”

She laughed softly. “That I do. Tell me something… Could I watch, the next time you fuck him?” She’d show Jude anticipation. She was going to drive him crazy. Bending, she licked the head of his cock, tasting the salty drops.

He hissed, making a visible effort to control the thrust of his hips. “I’ll go one better. You can join us.”

A thrill went through her at the idea, but she hesitated, thinking of Liam and whatever was troubling him. “Will he mind?”

“I have a feeling he’ll welcome the suggestion with open arms. He’s already becoming quite fond of you, in case you weren’t aware.”

“I feel the same about him. You’ll ask him?”

“Just try to stop me now that you’ve put the delicious thought in my head.”

“Good.”

Putting aside the talk for now, she licked his shaft from base to tip. Then she suckled his testicles, rolling them between her fingers to heighten his pleasure. From his writhing and the increasing throaty noises, she was succeeding.

When she slid his cock between her lips, sucking him down, he bucked, called out her name. His girth filled her mouth, stretched her so wide she couldn’t possibly take him all the way down her throat, but she took all she was able.

It was enough. After several pulls, he gently pushed her back. “You’re going to make me go too soon, baby. Want to last.” Sitting up, he said, “I want you on your hands and knees.”

Lily shivered. She was no stranger to sex, but rarely did she allow a man to take such a dominant position. And this man was nothing if not in command. But the quiver she felt was one of excitement, not dread. He wanted this, and she couldn’t wait to give it to him.

She assumed the position, poking her ass out and spreading her knees. Her pussy was wet, burning at the knowledge that she’d willingly made herself vulnerable to whatever he wanted. She wanted this powerful man for herself, splitting her pussy, her ass.

Whatever he desired.

Jude fumbled in the bedside table for a moment, taking out a condom and small bottle of lube. Items in hand, he carefully moved around behind her, touching her side to guide him.

Fingers skimmed down her spine to the crease in her rear. A cap snicked open and she gasped as cool gel squirted onto the puckered entrance of her ass.

“I’m only going to give you my fingers here, this time,” he reassured her. “I’m not sure you’re ready to take me this way.”

“I’ve been fucked like that before, but not in a while.” And never by anyone as big as Jude.

“Relax and let me savor, hmm? Just feel.”

A lubed finger worked into her hole, past the tight ring of muscle. The strange pinch was accompanied by the