Tempting Devil: Sinners and Saints Book 2

by Eden, Veronica

  “Oh my god! F-fuck!” Blair moans, tugging on my hair.

  I pull back to wet my thumb between my lips and Blair cries out.

  “No!”

  I grin around my thumb as I fuck her with my other hand, pumping my fingers. “Patience, angel. I’ll make you feel good.”

  My mouth is back on her pussy, teasing her folds and clit. As she’s climbing higher and higher to oblivion, I pull her ass and massage my thumb over her hole. She stills for a beat. When I follow suit, stopping everything, she squirms.

  “Damn it, Dev.”

  I hum, giving her a tiny hit of divine pleasure vibrating over her swollen labia.

  “Okay. Okay, fine. Please, I need—”

  “I know.”

  My mouth and fingers move in symphony. I let her relax, rewarding her with more pressure from my tongue. When my thumb presses into her ass, she shudders, arching away from the glass. At first I let her get used to it, slowing down to a torturous pace, playing with her just to feel her ass squeezing my thumb. The sounds she makes are sublime, spurring me on.

  I suck on her clit relentlessly as I fuck her pussy and ass with my fingers.

  “Shit! Oh god—Ahh!”

  She comes again, her entire body quivering in pleasure.

  Blair fighting back is a beautiful, addictive drug.

  But Blair coming undone?

  Fucking stunning.

  She leans against the glass for a long stretch, gasping and whimpering from aftershocks of her orgasm. My cock aches. I want nothing more than to drive into her right now, but not yet.

  I get to my feet, licking her taste from my lips. She catches me in her net with neediness flooding her gaze. With a rumble, I cage her against the wall and kiss her, slow and dirty. I can feel her heartbeat thundering in time with my own, the heat of her skin bleeding into mine. Steam surrounds us and the rush of water drowns out our ragged breaths.

  Pulling back, I rasp against her lips. “Do you taste yourself on my tongue?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  The hypnotic mood lingers, blanketing us as we rinse off and leave the shower. Blair follows me into my room.

  My erection hasn’t faded and if she’s in here, she’s accepting that we’re not done.

  Letting the towel drop, I sit on the edge of the bed. Blair hovers near the door, clutching her towel.

  “Come over here.”

  She shuffles over, unlike her usual light-footed grace.

  “Drop the towel.”

  It falls to the floor in a rustle of fabric.

  I spread my knees to give her room. “Kneel.”

  Blair’s throat moves with her gulp. The order takes her longer, but after a minute she gets on her knees between my legs. She tilts her head up, looking at me with big eyes, star-speckled cheeks, and full lips begging to fit around my cock. Fuck, that’s a gorgeous sight.

  I run a thumb along her lips, pulling on them. “Open.”

  Blair inhales and opens for me.

  A growl leaves me as heat spears into my gut. I press into her mouth, gripping her jaw. Blair tentatively touches her tongue to my thumb, then sucks.

  “Fuck, angel.” I can only imagine the fire filling my eyes as our gazes lock. “Yes. Keep that up.”

  I stroke my cock, watching her mouth intently as she takes my thumb deeper, growing more confident.

  “You look so good on your knees with that pretty little mouth on me.”

  My impending orgasm is rushing up like a surging tide, sweeping me away the closer I get to the edge. Blair’s tongue curls around my thumb, exploring, tasting. Fuck. My grip tightens on my dick.

  “Is that how you’d suck my cock?”

  The heat builds when Blair looks up. She releases my thumb with a pop. I grunt as my fist flies over my shaft.

  Blair grows bold. Tucking her wet hair back, she opens that fucking mouth again and closes it over the tip of my cock. A feral groan tears from me as her tongue swirls on the crown. I cup the back of her head and thrust deeper. She makes a startled sound, but adjusts to accommodate my cock filling her mouth.

  “Oh, fuck, baby. Like that, god, suck my cock.”

  She peeks up at me through those inky lashes. A hint of power fills her eyes. Heaven and hell, it’s a sexy look. My little thief is getting off on having my pleasure under her control while I’ve got her on her knees with her mouth on my cock.

  I don’t last much longer. The sight of those damn lips on my dick is too much. White-hot pleasure takes over.

  With a groan, I come, hand tangling in her hair.

  I hunch over her, leaning an elbow on my thigh so I don’t topple over from lightheadedness. She sucked my soul out through my dick and left me on cloud fucking nine.

  “Jesus,” I murmur.

  Blair sits back on her heels, grimacing.

  A breathless chuckle shakes my shoulders at the way her jaw works, a drop of come left on her swollen lips.

  “What do I do?” Blair cries, unintelligible with her mouth full of come.

  My groin tightens and I suck in a breath. Even after coming, I still want to pin her to the bed and fuck her until she passes out. Christ, she’ll be the death of me.

  Snorting, I stroke her hair. My limbs are loose and unwound. It feels like the first time I’ve relaxed the tight control over myself in years.

  “Up to you whether you spit or swallow. That’s where you hold all the power. It’s one of the few liberties I’ll let you have, so enjoy it.”

  Blair’s nose scrunches. Her mouth is full of come after she sucked me off like a little temptress and yet I find her adorable right now. I graze the back of my knuckles over her cheek.

  Casting a searching look around the room, Blair crawls over to the trashcan near the bed and spits. A grin spreads across my face and I lean forward to smack her ass.

  Blair yelps. “Dude!”

  “Don’t shake your ass in front of me and not expect me to slap it. Now bring that ass back over here, I’m not finished with you yet.”

  “You’re not?”

  “Not even close.”

  When Blair’s back in reach, I tug her into bed and kiss her deeply. She’s not leaving my bed tonight, or ever again if I have my way.

  Thirty

  Blair

  It’s past midnight, I think. After a short nap in Devlin’s bed, we raided the kitchen for a late dinner of peanut butter on toast and spicy chili Doritos, then ended up in the in-ground hot tub under the back deck.

  Naked.

  I can’t explain the incandescent feeling settled in my bones, but it’s been expanding all night, refusing to extinguish. It’s keeping me light, like I could float up to the sky.

  The warm, bubbling water envelopes us in humid steam as our breath clouds the chilly night air. It’s getting colder out. Devlin stretches his legs, leaning back against the natural rocks lining the edge of the tub. He swipes his damp fringe back from his forehead. The curve of his bicep and the veins in his forearm distract me.

  There’s something about him that’s changed. The curve of his mouth is softer, more relaxed. I like this side of him. It’s as if I’m getting a look on the other side, behind the curtain of the puppet master.

  I scoot down on the seat, letting the soothing water cover my shoulders. It laps at the flyaway hairs falling from my topknot, curling the wet strands against the back of my neck.

  Moonlight shines down on the lake, illuminating the calm body of water and the ridge line.

  One thing has been bothering me since I started living at Devlin’s. It’s been almost a month and I haven’t seen anyone come by. Devlin wasn’t kidding about his housekeepers being silent, I’ve never met them. But more importantly, his parents haven’t been home once.

  How long do their work trips last?

  Thinking of spending that long away from Mom makes my shoulders sag under the water.

  Living like this, so isolated, can’t be good for him. It’s no wonder he turned
into such a bitter asshole. My heart twists and I swirl my hands through the water, watching the rising steam.

  I thought it would be torture to live with him, but all I feel now is a twinge in my chest. Am I the only person keeping Devlin company at home?

  Swallowing, I gather my courage. “Where are you parents? Really?”

  Devlin cracks his eyes open. He sits up with a frown, and a knot of worry tightens in my stomach. He was relaxed and…happy, I think. Now he’s putting his mask back on, shutting me out.

  I tuck my hands under my thighs, biting my lip. “It’s just. You’re alone up here. You don’t even go to your aunt and uncle’s. The Saints, right? I know Lucas is your cousin and I know they live here.”

  “I do usually go to their place for dinner once or twice a week.” Devlin shifts, slinging an arm behind me on the rock wall. His fingertips graze my shoulder. “I’ve been declining their invitations to make sure you get something to eat.”

  I freeze. It’s true, he’s made dinner most nights. Even when it’s just reheating some leftovers the housekeeper left. The corners of my mouth tug down.

  “Have I kept you from seeing your family? That’s not right. You should—”

  “It’s fine.” He guides me closer and I lean into his side. Devlin looks to the stars. “I’m not alone. You’re here.”

  My throat thickens with emotion. I haven’t always been here. Jesus, my trailer with Mom is more of a home than the way Devlin’s been living.

  “How long?”

  Devlin hums inquisitively.

  “How long have you pretty much lived on your own?” My voice is small.

  His arm tightens around me. “Worried about what kind of monster it bred, angel?” He drops his voice lower to a gravelly tone as he kisses the top of my head. “It’s fine now.”

  My heart fights to leap out of my chest. I think it wants to burst free to burrow into Devlin’s.

  We’re quiet for a few minutes. It’s a comfortable sort of silence.

  An idea begins to form in my head. One that makes the corners of my mouth twitch up and warmth spread. I’m going to surprise Devlin with something I always wanted. I’ll spruce up his sparse room in the way it deserves. Those string lights I’ve always coveted will be perfect.

  I curl into Devlin’s side, picturing the kind shaped like stars. They’ll look great hanging over his bed.

  Maybe Devlin will want to keep me. This. Us.

  Devlin caresses my side as his lips feather over my cheek.

  I haven’t quite acknowledged that we’ve crossed into the unknown, past the point of return. When this deal ends…I don’t know how I’ll go back to the way things were before I knew the devious way Devlin kisses. Heat pours through my limbs just thinking about Devlin kneeling on the shower floor, mouth hot and insistent, driving me crazy until I came.

  My cheeks prickle and a bead of perspiration runs down my temple. Devlin’s tongue is there to catch it. He nibbles on my earlobe, calling on the pit of fire he’s set ablaze inside me. The bubbling water ripples as I gasp.

  For now, I’m going to see where things go. Maybe I don’t have to lose this when the deal ends.

  We match. Black hair. Blacker hearts, dark and frayed by circumstance.

  But maybe we can heal our bruises together. Two broken souls finding solace and salvation in the depths of each other’s darkness.

  “Come here.” Devlin pulls me into his lap and kisses the back of my neck. “I need you again.”

  “Again?” My laugh turns into a moan as he finds a sensitive spot.

  “Over and over. I can’t get enough of you.”

  His hands wander over my body from behind, massaging my breasts and dipping lower, between my legs. My thighs part for him, spreading wide on either side of his legs as he wastes no time with teasing. With clever fingers, he rubs my clit.

  “Why are you so good at…” A groan steals my words as I roll my hips against his hand.

  Devlin plays me like his personal harp, masterfully plucking and creating harmonies with my body to bring me over the edge. I tip into a sea of pleasure that erupts inside my core.

  “Ah!”

  Devlin bites my neck with a pleased sound. He palms my thighs as he grinds his erection against my ass.

  “Do you have a sexy cat burglar outfit in your closet or do I need to buy you one?” He pinches my nipples, twisting them until my back bows. His voice is a hot murmur in my ear. “I want to role play as the cop who catches you red handed.”

  The sensations dancing across my skin leave me breathless. I arch into each teasing touch, seeking more.

  “You’ve already caught me.”

  “Fuck yes, I did. Caught you and I can do whatever I want with you.”

  “Yes.” I’ll agree to anything if he lets me come right now.

  Devlin groans, lifting me out of the water as he stands up. It’s freezing. Shivers tingle over my body. He spins me around, sets me on the seat so our height is better matched, and squeezes my ass so tight I cry out.

  “Gonna mark you so everyone knows who you belong to.”

  “Yes,” I moan, lost to the dirtiness of his promises.

  I wrap my arms around his neck as he hikes my leg on his hip, grinding against my clit. His hard length sends delicious friction straight to my core.

  “Look at you. This is where you belong. Right here, rubbing that pussy against my cock.”

  Devlin squeezes my ass and grinds his dick up and down. With his hold on my backside, he controls the pressure, making me shake with need.

  “Please.” I’m delirious, unsure what I’m begging for other than the sweet bliss of orgasm. My body throbs, pulsing as I reach the precipice. “Devlin, please.”

  “Come for me, baby.”

  The explosion of release ripples through me with so much force, I nearly slip and lose my footing. Devlin’s there to catch me, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the length of my neck to my chest. He guides me back down to the seat in the hot tub and takes his cock in hand, standing over me.

  “Open.”

  The command in his voice makes my lips part automatically.

  “Yes, fuck.” Devlin’s cheeks hollow as he pants, jerking off. “I’m going to fuck that perfect mouth again soon. Come down your throat.”

  I open my mouth wider, inching forward to flick my tongue over the tip of his dick.

  He hunches as he comes, grasping the rock wall behind my head. His release splashes over my tongue, my lips, my chin, and the tops of my breasts. The sound that rips from him shoots straight to my core.

  Devlin leans his forehead against mine. He smears his come over my lips, dipping into my mouth. I can taste it as I suck on his fingers.

  “My filthy angel.”

  He makes a splash as he drops into the water, pulling me back to his lap so I straddle it. His arms loop around and link behind me.

  “How will I survive in school without touching you?” He splashes water over my breasts to wash off the come, then cleans my chin. “I’ll want you even more when I shouldn’t.”

  “Don’t expect me to meet you under the bleachers, perv.”

  Devlin grins, salacious and full of mischief. I pinch his nipple and laugh at the way he bucks beneath me. My fingertips trail down his chest, following the path of the shooting stars inked into his ribs.

  “Seriously, though, I’m not cutting class. I need to keep my grades up.” I move up to trace his shoulders, mapping out the muscles. Devlin watches me, eyes hooded. “I don’t have the luxury of a safety net. I’m aiming for a scholarship for college.”

  Devlin considers me for a moment. My heart gives a faint flutter at opening up to him.

  “In that case, prepare yourself. I’ll wear you out every night to get my fill.”

  I snort, but my insides coil. My body is pleasantly loose with overstimulation and we haven’t even gone all the way.

  Devlin smirks. “You laugh all you want. I’m serious.”

  “I beli
eve you.”

  “Stay in my bed tonight.”

  My breath hitches. “Okay.”

  Devlin’s lips quirk up. He grasps my chin and flicks his gaze between my eyes. There’s a question behind the unbridled way he looks at me like he wants me.

  “Do you have a date for winter formal?”

  I wasn’t expecting that. “No.”

  “Will you go with me?”

  I wasn’t planning on going. My cheeks prickle from more than the hot tub.

  Is this real?

  I have to know if this is part of his game or something he genuinely wants.

  “How much do I get for it?”

  Devlin tenses. A hard look crosses his face. He pushes out a harsh breath and cuts his gaze over my shoulder to the lake behind me.

  “The pleasure of my company.”

  “So, no payment then.” My pulse speeds up. “You actually want me as your date?”

  Devlin relaxes a fraction. Some tension lingers in his posture. “I do.”

  I squeeze his shoulders at the admission. Then—?

  Maybe the kisses at the lake and in the shower tonight weren’t flukes. I thought we’d gone back to the deal when he began offering payments along with his orders again. And because I was weak to my desire, I let it all happen. I let him pay to use my body.

  With each kiss, each touch, my resolve crumbled, and I erased the last line I’ve held tight to because Devlin was too hard to resist.

  But was it really destroying my line, selling my body to the devil?

  There’s nothing on the table this time. No demand. Devlin is asking me out.

  I’ve never gone to any school dance with a date.

  “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

  Devlin pulls me in for another toe-curling kiss.

  Thirty-One

  Blair

  In the span of a week, we’ve tipped into a new territory. Devlin makes good on his dirty promise. If we ride to school together, he can hardly make it home without pulling over to bury his head between my legs.

  I know his body almost as well as I know my own, but we haven’t had sex.

  Any more orgasms and my legs might turn to jelly permanently. Devlin is insatiable—touching, tasting, and never stopping.