Sweetest Sin: Bad Boy Bundle

by Delilah Wilde

  And writhing.

  Her eyes closed as she fondled and groped herself. Her hard nipples begging for attention. The musk of her juices drifting through the door. She glided her fingers around her clit. Rocking her hips as she pleasured herself.

  My jeans grew tighter around my cock. I would need to do something soon. I closed my eyes and tried to will it under control. But instead, her image floated into my mind.

  Her writhing, beautiful image.

  I opened my eyes again. She bit her quivering lip. Her groans grew louder. More desperate.

  ***

  It was an odd feeling. My cold skin felt hot in my hands. My nipples ached. I squeezed and rolled them in my fingers. Closing my eyes and imagining his hands around me. Why was I thinking about Timothy? Oh God. His large, warm hands. His thick biceps wrapped around my waist. Carrying me to wherever he wanted to do whatever he wanted.

  And I was pretty sure I'd let him.

  I rocked my hips again. Grinding my hot pussy against my fingers. Wishing I had a better angle to get in deeper. My pussy throbbed with anticipation. I was wet and ready. My core trembled. I threw my head back. I was so close. The heat built up deep within.

  That's when it happened. A large, hot hand grabbed my side and pulled me back.

  Had I forgotten to lock the door?

  Oh God.

  "Shh," he whispered into my ear. His other hand glided down toward my core.

  Oh, God, yes. I thought.

  I moved my hand out of the way as his thick fingers found my clit. They swirled and danced around my opening as I pressed my body back against him. Even through his jeans, his large cock pulsed against my backside.

  My pussy tightened as he plunged his fingers deep inside. His thumb twirled against my clit as his fingers drew back. Then in again.

  And again.

  His other hand stayed wrapped around my chest from behind. Pinning me back into him. He rocked his hips against me. I fought the urge to moan as my core heated up.

  "Shhh," he whispered again. This time his hand slid up toward my mouth. He slipped one finger in between my lips while his other hand continued to plunge in and out of my pussy. I wasn't sure what to do with it, so I sucked. I sucked and swirled my tongue around that finger until he pushed it in deeper. His hot breath tickled the back of my neck. He grazed his lips up to my ear lobe. Breathing. Grinding.

  One hand deep inside my pussy and the other being sucked in my hot mouth. I grabbed his elbows and pushed him in deeper. And I squeezed. Every muscle in my body tensed up around him.

  My knees weakened as the trembles built up. I stopped sucking on the finger in my mouth and crumbled to the floor, expecting him to release me. Instead, he pressed his fingers in deeper. Harder. Allowing his hand to ride the waves of my orgasm. His unrelenting fingers. Still rubbing and grinding. My orgasm took over. I shook and grinded against his fingers until I didn't have the strength to keep thrusting.

  Finally, he pulled his fingers back. I sank to all fours and stared at the floor, trying to catch my breath. His hands gripped my hips. His cock still bulging from its confines inside his jeans.

  I wondered if he was going to release it. If he would fill me and let me ride his cock. He gripped my hips. Rubbing them firmly beneath his palms. I readied myself for him. Wondering if he would glide his cock in slowly or slam himself into me.

  I didn't care which. I just wanted to be filled.

  Then he took in a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. Leaving me a trembling mess on the bathmat.

  Trembling. And content.

  And wanting more.

  Where was he going? Did I want to follow him? Did he want me to follow him? I leaned against the counter and climbed to my shaky feet. I wasn't sure I could trust my knees to carry me out after him, but I had to know. I threw the robe around my shoulders and ran out of the bathroom in time to see him duck into one of the bedrooms.

  The last light from downstairs flipped off. I held my breath.

  Silence.

  I tiptoed down the hallway, hoping not to hit any creaking wooden boards that would bring the wrong attention to my naked form in the hallway, and followed him into his room.

  ***

  "What the fuck was that?" she called out from behind me.

  Damn it.

  "What the fuck was what?" I asked as though nothing had just happened. My cock was swollen and throbbing against the fly of my jeans. The ache was growing ferocious. I needed release. I thought running to my bedroom would give me the opportunity for that release, and instead she followed me.

  "Don't play stupid."

  Her voice played angry but her eyes screamed lust. They were primal. Almost animalistic. A look I hadn't seen in a long time.

  "You're mad," I whispered. "But are you mad because I started or because I stopped?"

  "Shut up," she said.

  "Because I stopped." I cocked an eyebrow and walked closer to her. Tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

  She swiped my hand away from her. Not the reaction I expected but okay.

  "Shut the fuck up," she lowered her voice. "Someone might hear you."

  "Who's going to hear what?" I whispered and walked up closer. Her breath brushed against my chest as I pulled my denim vest and tee shirt off.

  "Let's get one thing straight," she said. I could sense her voice wavering. She shivered.

  I leaned in close, making sure my hot breath hit her neck as I pulled my belt free from the loops on my jeans. "What's that?"

  She placed her hands against my bare chest in a weak signal that I should stop. "I say if and I say when."

  "If and when what?" I grazed my lips against her hot skin. Her breathing grew faster. I unfastened my jeans and my cock rose to greet her. I wasn't sure if she even noticed.

  She backed away from me in a coy game of playing hard to get. "If and when we...you know what," she whispered.

  I grabbed her hand and wrapped it around my cock. Her slender fingers could barely wrap all the way around. But she pumped anyway. Moaning as her soft fingertips squeezed my engorged shaft. And Oh my God did she pump. Twisting her wrist in a way where it didn't matter that her fingers couldn't wrap all the way around me. Every inch was taken care of. Her hot little hand made sure of that.

  "Tell me," I muttered.

  She buried her lips against the flesh of my chest and continued to pump. My cock peeked through into her robe and she rubbed the end under her moist pussy. She wiped her juices up and down the length of my shaft.

  We reached the side of the bed. Her knees backed up against the edge. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and held it against the back of her head. Breathing into her mouth. "Tell me," I whispered again.

  "I don't beg," she groaned.

  I chuckled and rocked my hips against her pumping fist. "You are begging." I corrected her.

  I pulled a condom out of my back pocket and let my jeans drop to the floor. My eyes never left her gaze. I smirked and held the condom up between my fingers. "All right then. Say it."

  She held her breath and bit her lip. That was it. The moment I hungered for. The moment a woman realized she wasn't better than I was. Not too good for a one night fuck. It was sinking in.

  She grabbed the condom and ripped it out of its package. She stretched it across my cock and slowly unrolled it down my shaft. For a minute, I thought I might cum right there in her hands. Her velvety touch electrified me. I was always amazed at how these women worked.

  Sluts? Whores? Easy to see how they got good in bed. Practice does make perfect. But women like Angela? Semi-prudish with chip on their shoulder and a stick up their ass? Not so much. They were just naturally good.

  I tore the robe from her shoulders. Groping at her breasts. Her nipples hardened in my hands. I couldn't tell if she fell back onto the bed or if I pushed her, but either way she landed on the bed and pulled her knees up beside her. Granting me a full view of her throbbing pussy. I leaned in, taking one of her perfect breast
s into my mouth. Suckling at the nipple as she moaned. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face in closer. Her other hand wrapped back around my cock. Pointing its end at her opening.

  I swayed my hips. Letting my cock have a peek into her pussy but not quite entering her yet. I debated about how I should finish this. Slowly pressing myself into her core? Long and slow. Or slam into her all at once fast and hard.

  ***

  I knew exactly what he was doing. Teasing me. Driving me crazy. Yet I couldn't stop him. Biting my lip to keep from screaming made my moans sound more like whimpers. I was whimpering beneath him and powerless to stop it.

  What the hell was wrong with me? This wasn't me. I wasn't the whore who jumped into bed with just any man. But yet here I was. Writhing. Pumping his cock against my pussy and praying for him to push it in. Arching my back as his tongue pressed my hard nipple against the roof of his mouth. What did I care about this man, anyway?

  He was a toy. A means to an end. I just needed an orgasm. Or two. Just to take my mind off Michael.

  I let go of his cock and grabbed his shoulder. This was it. I was going to take control. I grabbed his shoulder and leaned up, pulling his face up toward mine. I sank my tongue between his lips and ushered him over onto his back. I rested my opening alongside his shaft. Gently rocking my hips up and down and rubbing the folds of my pussy against him.

  I was going to enjoy this.

  Finally, I reached down and guided his cock into me. I rested at the head for a moment, giving myself the chance to adjust to his size. Then I sank onto him. Slowly and without stopping. When I reached the base of his cock I sat up and arched my back. Reveling in how full I felt. Relishing his hot cock pulsing inside.

  He pulled my hips against him, reminding me of where I was.

  I grabbed his hands and smiled. He was my toy now. I leaned forward and placed my lips next to his ear. "Shh," I whispered. Then I lifted my hips and slammed them back down against him.

  The groan he released turned me on even more, so I did it again. And again. Every time he greeted my hips with a new thrust and a new moan. I couldn't tell if his moans were making my thrusts stronger or the other way around. And I didn't care. Either way I just kept slamming his cock into me. He stiffened more inside me. His eyes clenched tight and his thrusts grew stronger and slower.

  He was getting ready to cum. And he was fighting it.

  Pleasure and ecstasy rippled through me. My pussy clamped down on his cock and my body shook. His cock shivered up inside me and I knew he lost his fight. I squeezed his hands and sank my face into the mattress next to him. Still quivering. Still grinding. Milking him for every quivering second.

  Shortly thereafter, I slipped off him and lay my worn out body down on the bed. Our breathing was out of control.

  He stood up and started pulling his clothes back on. "You sleep here," he said. "I'm going to go pick a room that doesn't smell like sex."

  I was too tired to argue with him.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  There was something about the morning after having great sex that made it all more invigorating. Rejuvenating, even. Sure, you were tired and weak. Knees were shaky and somehow your thighs turned to jelly. But also euphoric. Flushed. And your thoughts danced back and forth between the task at hand and the hands you tasked the night before.

  I woke up tangled in the covers of Grandma's guest bedroom feeling just this way. Somewhere between sore and refreshed. Then I remembered why I was feeling so good and sated.

  Oh crap, I yelled at myself and jumped out of the bed.

  Knock, knock.

  "Shit," I whispered. Was that him? What did he want? How was I going to face him? Did I really leave my clothes sitting on the floor in the bathroom?

  "Angela!" Marti's voice boomed in from the hallway. "Angela let me in!"

  "Ugh," I whined and straightened out my robe. "Marti, what are you doing here?"

  "What are you doing here?"

  "Well, I was sleeping."

  "I'll stay up all night if I have to. Sound familiar? I let you leave the programs believing you when you said you were just going to take a shower and come right back down to finish them. Instead I find your clothes in the bathroom with unused towels and you're sleeping?" Her screams were beginning to echo through the door.

  I clenched my eyes shut and shook my head.

  Why didn't I go back to pick up those damn clothes?

  I straightened out my robe and walked up to open the door. "Calm down, Marti. You're going to get wrinkles." I said, barely looking at her as I pushed past her.

  "Where the fuck are you going?"

  "I am going to finish taking that shower I meant to take last night. Obviously I was exhausted when I started and I fell asleep. Contrary to what you might think, I'm not out to get you, Marti. I really do want to help. So I am just going to hop in the shower real quick and then I will finish those programs. Okay"

  I didn't give her the chance to argue with me.

  Not today.

  Not while I was still reeling from the sex last night.

  The buzz of a saw drifted in from outside. I glanced out to see Tim toiling away at the branches of the tree. His muscles rippled and shiny from sweat and his tee shirt tucked into this back pocket.

  And just like that. I was wet again.

  I pulled myself away from the window and turned on the water. Letting the steam fill the bathroom as I rinsed my hair. My skin pinked up under the heat. Still my thoughts centered on everything that happened last night.

  What was he thinking about?

  What was I thinking?

  What if he wanted to do that again? Should I let him? What if everyone found out about us?

  Oh God. That last thought was probably the worst. What would they think?

  The family about lost their lids when they found out about Tim and Marti 15 years ago. It was awful. And did I really want to be with a man who could literally look at me and say that's not how your older sister did it.

  "Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew," I whispered out loud as the hot water dripped down my face.

  Mud washed away from my legs, carrying away with it my dignity.

  I was going to have to talk to him. To make sure that he had no further expectations. No plans for continuing on with this.

  It had to be the one and only time.

  It could never happen again.

  And no one could ever find out.

  ***

  "Get my car out yet?" Marti walked up to me.

  I wasn't sure what kind of game she thought she was playing. But whatever it was, she wasn't going to let me work without making sure I knew what I was missing.

  Her long legs made her shorts seem even shorter than they were intended. And her tank top clung to her body. Showing off every curve.

  I shook my head and grabbed my shirt from my back pocket to wipe the sweat from my forehead. "I'm working on it Marti," I said.

  She walked up closer and leaned against the tree. Hoisting her leg up and propping her foot up on the bumper.

  I glanced down.

  No panties.

  I chuckled and tucked my shirt back into my pocket. "I have to get back to work," I said.

  "I just thought that I would come out here and check on your progress," she said as she bent over to pretend to check the laces of her shoes.

  "My progress is that I'm working on it. I'll let you know once I've finished."

  "Right," she said. Disappointment loomed in her voice. I couldn't tell if she was disappointed that she couldn't ride in her car, or disappointed that she couldn't ride me. Though I guess it was more the latter.

  I went back to cutting away the branches blocking her car without giving her a second glance. She stood still. Glaring at me with her mouth dropped open as she adjusted her shorts. Finally, she stormed off back into the house.

  A few minutes later, Grams came outside to check on me.

  "Hi Timmy," she said with a smile.

  I stopped working a
nd wiped my forehead again before leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. "Hi Grams."

  "I just wanted to cheek on you and see if Marti was giving you a hard time?"

  "Nah, Grams. It's fine."

  "Are you sure?" She asked again.

  I smiled and nodded. "Yea I'm sure."

  "Would you tell me if you weren't sure?"

  "Probably not," I admitted. "How are you feeling?"

  "Oh I'm fine. You know me. No cancer bastard is going to knock me down."

  I nodded again and tucked my shirt into my back pocket. "So, Grams. Can I ask you something? Why haven't you told anyone else yet?"

  "Because everyone else would start treating me like some damned piece of china. Breakable. Fragile. They'd tie me to the bed and hire some God awful nurse to wet me down for a sponge bath every day. Then the vultures would start checking into my will. No. I won't have it. Those bastards can all find out what I'm giving them at the funeral like everyone else."

  I chuckled. "If you hate them so much, why leave them anything?"

  "Bite your tongue. I don't hate them. They're family and I love them."

  I laughed out right and shook my head. "Of course, Grams. So why tell me? I mean, I can't do anything. I can't even take you to the hospital if something goes wrong and you have to go--."

  "Oh, Timmy. I suppose it's selfish to ask you to carry such a burden. But I know you can keep a secret. And I know you won't tell the rest of them until I tell them. Meanwhile, I might need help around the house and I was hoping to guilt you into doing some of it for me." She giggled and pushed against my shoulder.

  ***

  The further down the stairs I stepped, the lower my heart sank.

  "It's about time," Marti said and huffed across the room.

  "What are you auditioning for hair removal cream commercial or something?"

  "What the hell does that mean?"

  "Who wears hoe shorts?"

  "You're such a bitch!" Marti shrieked and ran up the stairs.

  Good. Hopefully she stays up there. I smiled.

  I reclaimed my seat at the table with the rest of the programs and set everything back out as an assembly line again. Four hours until I had to be at work. That should be plenty of time to get these done.