Saved by a Sinner

by A G Henderson

  All in all - and no way in hell I was ever going to admit this to him - the whole thing was cute as fuck. Verging on down right puppies in the snow levels of adorableness.

  Except for the thick length of his cock standing proud between my legs, resting on top of my clit. There was nothing cute about that monster, and I glanced down at it in a sort of dazed wonder while he rebooted the systems of his brain.

  I had that in my mouth. The idea remained somewhat shocking to me. So was the fact that I’d actually enjoyed it.

  The whole thing had been completely spur of the moment. Seeing him step into the shower, the gloriously muscled planes of his body on display, had stirred something deep inside me. Here was a man who desired me more than his own safety. Who wanted me even when I was broken and bleeding my heart out across the floor. Who stirred the kind of desire in me I never knew I could feel.

  It had been completely worth it. Seeing and feeling him come apart due to my attention was a powerful feeling.

  “Not here,” he said suddenly. It was my turn to restart my brain and pull my eyes away from his lower body, blinking up at him.

  “Huh?” Yes, my response was the pinnacle of eloquence. Forgive me if my lust addled brain was a bit dense.

  Carlos didn’t respond with words. He lifted me with ease, tucking his arms behind my knees and across my back. He carried me from the shower into the bedroom, turning the water off as he went. Then he came to a sudden stop right before the giant expanse of gray and purple sheets.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, wary. He glanced down at me and stepped towards the bed. His lips quirked, mischief dancing across them. “We haven’t even dried off. Don’t you dare-”

  He tossed me through the air and I let out a distinctly girly squeak before landing with a slight bounce. I debated what little I knew about pharmaceuticals and poisons as I glared up at him. Was there anything to remove memories within thirty seconds or so? The list of my sins would get me thrown underneath the jail and the key incinerated. But my reputation would be ruined if anyone ever knew I was capable of making sounds like that.

  “Evil eye me all you want, diosa.” It seriously wasn’t fair how easily my traitorous stomach filled with butterflies every time he said that. The reverence in his tone and the sound of his accent seriously did it for me. “If you thought I was going to fuck you against a wall for our first time, you were being delusional.”

  I tried not to react, because he was right. That had been exactly what I was expecting. It would've been sinfully filthy. Primal. Most of all, it would've been my last ditch effort to keep my heart out of this. To remain perched and unreachable at the top of a snow covered hill impossible to scale.

  The way he was watching me? I felt that effort go up in flames. Those honey and caramel eyes were dark with a powerful emotion I knew and refused to name. But stubborn refusal could only do so much once the avalanche started. I knew I was already headed down the cliff face and had been for a while now.

  Carlos climbed onto the bed, muscles flexing as he crawled towards me. My pussy clenched, heat surging through me, even as it mixed with the urge to fight or flee. An urge that vanished the moment he hovered above me and claimed my mouth with his.

  How is he doing that?

  Carlos had an uncanny knack for knowing just how to calm me. He displayed it then by balancing all his weight on toned forearms that rested on either side of my head while he lazily rolled our tongues together. Except for the prodding length of him nudging my stomach, the only other place our bodies touched was where our legs tangled together.

  “Never get enough of how you taste,” he growled, eagerly exploring every crevice of my mouth. There was nothing rushed about his movements. He devoured me slowly, savoring every single moment.

  My poor heart had never stood a chance.

  Carlos kissed me like the world was ending, pouring his emotions into me with every hot breath, low groan, and mumbled endearment. I was the center of his universe. I didn’t need him to tell me. I felt it. And as my heart warmed, the furnace low in my belly came rushing back to life, setting my nerve endings on fire until I was squirming beneath him. Fisting the sheets.

  I reached for him blindly, the backs of my hands ghosting across his tense abs before I turned them over and splayed my fingers fully. The strength his body contained was a marvel, and I knew he would likely maintain his vigil above me until the last possible moment, but I didn’t want him to.

  “Carlos,” I whispered. My nails dug into his skin to get his attention and he pulled back slightly, trailing open mouthed kisses down my jaw. “I don’t need the kid gloves.”

  He hummed, a noncommittal noise. His lips drifted to my ear, caressing the lobe. Venturing down to my neck and nibbling.

  Stubborn man. Too bad you've already shown me your weakness.

  I reached between us, simultaneously grabbing his cock and lifting my hips. I positioned him at my entrance and he easily slipped through my wetness, the fat head of his cock stretching me open and lodging inside.

  Carlos hissed sharply between his teeth, trying to pull away. I captured him with my legs, wrapping them around his waist. A game of tug of war started, with me trying to draw him deeper and him doing what he could to hold back. Did he not realize his restraint excited me nearly to the same degree as his lips on mine?

  “Sylvia,” he rasped heatedly, eyes nearly black with lust.

  My arms went around his neck. “I. Want. You,” I whispered, making a slow circle with my hips. His control slipped and my body shivered as he pushed another inch deeper. A sheen of sweat graced his forehead and I smiled at the way his expression tightened. “Can’t you tell? Carlos, I’m dripping for you.”

  He shook his head, silky hair at the nape of his neck brushing against my fingers. “You’ll be the death of me, and I’ll go to it willingly.”

  Carlos lowered himself on top of me, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. My breathing quickened, old fears stirring. Warning me that he would take, and take, and take until-

  No. I squeezed my eyes shut until it hurt. He wasn’t them. He would never be. I needed my brain to shut up.

  “You with me, sweetheart?”

  I couldn’t have answered him if I wanted to. Bad memories were lurking in the shadows of my brain, forcing my throat closed. So I did the only thing I could instead.

  My back arched. At the same time, I pulled him down towards me with all my strength. The result left me screaming at the top of my lungs as every single inch of him filled me to my very depths, stretching me open. Balls slapping against my ass. A deep groan resonated in his chest and I felt it in my own.

  “Holy shit,” I managed, eyes watering as I looked between us. The view was blurry. But not so much that it hid the base of his shaft, the rest of his length hidden away inside me. “There’s so much.”

  Carlos slightly shifted his weight to place sweet kisses on my eyelids, and by the way his cock pressed up and into me, I thought for sure I should’ve been able to see a bulge below my belly.

  I released his neck, hands opening slowly from how tightly clenched they’d been. I knew that if I looked, there would be welts across his skin from my scratching yet he hadn't uttered a single complaint.

  He whispered in my ear, accented voice relaxing me as I started to explore. My hands swept down my chest towards my lower stomach, above my mound. When I got there, I lightly pressed in. Then I threw my head back as lightning arced through my body, leaving my brain fuzzy and my pussy clenching.

  In response, Carlos pulsed inside me. Swelling to the point I wondered how there could possibly be any more room when I was already so full I could feel him everywhere.

  “Did you cum just from taking me?” My attention flicked back to him at the arrogant tone to his voice. I wasn’t surprised to see the satisfaction shining in his eyes. The urge to take him down a notch was present, but it felt pretty good to know I was putting that look on his face.

  Okay, tha
t was a lie. It felt really. Fucking. Good.

  “Maybe,” I admitted quietly. Carlos caught the back of my neck and brought our mouths together in another dizzying kiss that took my breath away. I was floating on a cloud of pleasure and I clutched desperately at his waist for some kind of anchor.

  He made slow circles with his hips, molding me to his shape. A breathy moan slipped out before I could stop it.

  Carlos chuckled, never pausing. “Only maybe?”

  “Fuck-” His ass and thighs flexed as he pushed into me until he could go no farther. White spots detonated in my vision. So good. So, so good. “You.”

  “We’re far beyond that. The head of my cock just kissed the deepest part of you, diosa.”

  My eyes widened at his words but the rest of my body responded eagerly, legs spreading farther apart.

  “That’s my girl.”

  Was I?

  “Without a doubt.”

  I didn’t have a chance to be concerned about voicing thoughts that were supposed to stay in my head, because a heartbeat later, Carlos shifted his hips back and started to pull out of me. The feeling of his rigid dick dragging against my walls had me clamping down on him tightly, not wanting to let go.

  “Greedy woman,” he rumbled, flashing his teeth savagely. “You want it?” I nodded my head sharply. “Hands up, sweetheart. Brace for me. So I can worship this tight body of yours in a way you’ll never fucking forget.”

  I raised my hands above my head, propping them against the headboard. Not a second too soon either. Carlos drove his body forward, filling me in a hot, relentless rush that shook me to my core. The loud slap of our bodies coming together filled my ears, and he was barely seated inside me before he pulled back out and did it again.

  Bang.

  The headboard loudly slammed back into the wall as he rocked our bodies together at a furious pace. My hard nipples brushed against his chest with every movement, sending jolting shocks through me that only heightened the pleasure to a summit I had never reached before. Still, we climbed.

  Bang.

  Carlos’s warm palm found my hip. Kneading. Squeezing. Claiming. Branding my flesh with his mark. There were little high pitched yelps coming from somewhere, the sound starting and cutting off just as quickly as it came. It took me a moment to realize the noise was coming from me. But even once I was aware, I couldn't stop it.

  Bang.

  His other hand joined the first on the other side of my waist, eyes glittering like dark jewels I was already lost in. With every thrust, he started pulling me towards him. Stretching me impossibly wider. Impaling me with the hot length of him.

  Bang.

  “So fucking perfect,” he rasped. A bead of sweat ran down his nose and dropped to my stomach, burning against my skin and making me writhe beneath him.

  My lashes fluttered, unfocused eyes watching his body move and flex above me like a relentless machine. A sense of possessiveness swept through me all at once. Unhindered and unexpected but nonetheless there, screaming as loud as it could.

  I never wanted anyone else to see him like this. Slick with sweat. Flushed with passion and need. Giving me everything that he had. Right then, I knew. I was finally ready to take what he was offering.

  I didn't deserve him, Lord knows I didn’t. I was selfish and mean. Broken and bloodstained. Yet this man was painstakingly putting me back together piece by piece. Healing me with every brutal thrust of his body against mine.

  No, there was no mistaking what I felt.

  Carlos was mine. I had no intention of denying that any further.

  My hands came up, nails raking down his chest and bringing red to just below the surface. He grunted, abs trembling beneath my touch. His gaze landed on mine, searching.

  “You're mine,” I told him, voice a breathy whisper carried away by the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. I knew he heard me by the pleased smile that made his face glow. By the way his cock jumped inside me. By the urgent, accented endearments he graced me with.

  His focus crystallized in the next instant, features tensing. Carlos pulled his lower lip between his teeth and his rhythmic pace faltered for the first time. With both hands, I pushed against his chest and we changed positions without a word passing between us.

  He lifted me easily, sitting back while still buried to the hilt inside me. I ended up in his embrace, legs wrapped around his waist. My arms went around his neck.

  His hands were on my ass, lifting me up and down on his thick cock. Each time I reached his base, I ground my hips into him, teasing my clit mercilessly. Need built up inside me and I buried my head in the curve of his shoulder as his thrusts turned frantic once more.

  “Don’t hold it.” I kissed the side of his sharp jaw. The corner of his eye. The shell of his ear. “I’m almost there.”

  “Sylvia-”

  “Inside me.” I sucked at his neck, delighting in the taste of the salt on his skin. “Please.”

  “Fuck!” Carlos pounded into me with abandon, lighting me up from the inside out. My eyes closed as our bodies slapped together and I felt my pussy clench around his length, milking him as my orgasm curled my toes before sweeping through the rest of me.

  “Yes,” I moaned, body trembling, vision going dark as pleasure overwhelmed me. “Do it. Fucking do it”

  “Ahhh!” Carlos’s whole body went tight with tension a second before his cock swelled.

  His first pulse of cum shot into me with enough force that I swear I felt it splash against my walls, flowing deeper. His thrusts slowed, and instead of raising my ass up, he gripped my hips and held me down on him as deep as possible. His hips slowly stirred while my pussy greedily took every drop from him.

  When he finally stilled, we were both out of breath and halfway stuck to each other. With one last, lingering kiss to his shoulder, I leaned back to look at him. He was magnificent, and I was oddly proud of the complete mess I had made of his hair. “Looks like we’re going to need another shower.”

  His chest shook with silent laughter and I quirked a brow. “After,” he said simply.

  “After what?”

  Surprising me with his liveliness, Carlos suddenly flopped onto his back, dragging me with him. He pulled me bodily towards his mouth, my sticky pussy hovering above his lips. The sight alone was the very thing wet dreams were made of. It made my stomach clench with renewed need. “But we just... Your stuff is still-”

  “This one time, be silent for me.” His eyes locked onto my center, lips hungrily ascending towards my clit.

  I swallowed all my protests on a sharp gasp.

  CHARTER 23 - Sylvia

  The weekend passed in a daze.

  Okay.

  Fine.

  That was a very tame way of putting it. What I meant was the weekend had turned into a debauchery filled, sex induced highlight reel of passion only interrupted by the occasional need to sleep or eat and only when absolutely necessary. Outside of that, every spare moment was spent indulging in each other.

  I was pretty sure I had lost a few pounds, which wasn’t a complaint. Who needed to go out and exercise when there was a perfectly sculpted fantasy ready and willing to wear me out any chance he could?

  He had spoiled me to such an extent I could still feel his hands roaming over every inch of my body as I sat in his office Monday morning, eyes closed. Phantom sensations kept hitting me out of the blue, causing me to bite my lip and tense my thighs.

  The clicking of his fingers flying across his keyboard stopped suddenly. I could feel him staring at me. Carlos sighed and my lips twitched, already knowing what was coming.

  “Will you stop that?”

  “Stop what?” I asked innocently, pulling my lip between my teeth again.

  “Woman, don’t think I won’t bend you over this desk.”

  “Mmm.” I opened one eye, observing his tense features. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

  He rose from behind the desk, eyes dark with purpose, and my body instantly re
adied for him. Nipples beading. Pulse racing. Wetness pooling. The awareness of it made me blush. This was another side effect of how we had spent the last few days.

  I was always one scalding look away from letting him have his way with me, or vice versa. There was something spectacular about having him submit to me, but more often than not, I preferred to let go and be swept away in the tide of his adoration and happiness.

  Carlos moved towards me and I sat up straight. He folded his big body over the chair I was in and brought his face close enough for his breath to fan out across my lips, but his kiss didn’t follow in its wake. I chanced an upwards glance to find him watching me, carnal embers burning.

  “What are you waiting for?” I whispered, trying to stoke the coals further.

  At least before a new voice cut in.

  “Am I interrupting something?” Manuel came in and claimed a chair beside me, turning it around and slinging his huge arms over the back of it.

  “Yes,” said Carlos as he straightened back up. The look he gave his brother made it unmistakably clear his presence wasn’t wanted and I grinned to myself.

  Manuel scoffed. “Your pissed off glares haven’t meant shit since we were kids.” Carlos pinched the bridge of his nose before moving back behind his desk and sitting down. I immediately missed his close proximity. “Plus, I’m going to blow my fucking brains out if I look at any more numbers right now.”

  I shook my head. “It’s not even noon.”

  He glanced at me in shock before a wide grin formed. “Even more reason to take a break. Besides, things are apparently way more interesting here. Since when can you talk?”

  I caught Carlos’s eye, a silent conversation passing between us. You didn’t tell him?

  Wasn’t that the sort of thing guys tended to brag about?

  He shook his head imperceptibly. Not mine to share.

  Be still my heart. It was a conscious effort to ignore the flutter that caused.

  “Okayyyy.” Manuel was looking between the two of us curiously. “The whole, eye-convo thing? Fucking weird. Also rude as hell. What the fuck, man? Aren’t you supposed to be the one with the fancy manners and shit? This fork is for the salad. This spoon is only for stirring. Don’t drink that it’s for your hands.”