One Last Sin (The Sin Trilogy 3)

He pushes me on to my back and tries to kiss me. “You know I don’t do that in the morning until teeth are brushed.”

“I’ve brushed.”

He makes several attempts to kiss my mouth but I dodge him each time. “But I haven’t.”

“Don’t care.” He growls against my neck and my skin breaks into goosebumps. “You really irritate me sometimes.”

“You really irritate me a lot of times,” I say.

“I believe I shall make you pay for that.” I can tell by his naughty grin that I’m in trouble.

He pokes me in my ribs with his finger. I hate being tickled. Despise it. And he knows it.

I just woke up so I haven’t been to the bathroom yet. “Don’t, Breck.”

“Or what?”

I press my legs together. “I’m going to pee the bed if you don’t stop.”

His finger instantly abandons my side. “You just foiled my evil plan.”

“Sorry. Tell your kiddos to get off my bladder.”

He slides downward and taps my tummy before pressing his mouth against it. “Hey, you two in there. You heard your mum. Stop jumping on that big balloon.”

He places his ear against my stomach. “They say no, so you better go to the toilet.”

Don’t have to tell me twice. “Be right back.”

I return and climb back into bed. “We’re down to fifteen minutes now.”

“Because you were slow,” Sin says.

“That’s going to get progressively worse.” He should probably prepare himself for that now.

“Fifteen minutes isn’t as long as I’d like but still plenty of time to do what I have in mind.”

He crawls over me and kneels between my legs, pushing my gown up. “Let’s take this off first.”

I lift my bottom and then sit up so he can peel me out of my sleepwear. He rubs his hands over my tummy. “I didn’t know pregnancy could be so sensual. Knowing you have my babies inside you is sexy.”

He lowers his mouth to my abdomen and kisses the skin above the waist of my panties. His mouth is hot enough to melt them right off me. “You're my passion. You consume me.”

He moves down and kisses me through the fabric of my undies. His teasing makes a million and one tingles rush straight to my groin. I’m dying to feel his tongue on me. I have no shame about it so I take the initiative. I lift my hips and push my own panties down. “I really want you to make me come. Hard.”

He laughs. “Using what?”

“Your tongue. Now.”

“I think I can manage that.”

He nudges my legs further apart and lowers his face. He licks me a single time and then nothing else.

I lift my head and look down. “Why are you stopping?”

“I want you to watch me eat you.”

Oh. My. That’s a terribly nasty thing to say. And I love it. I’m even more turned on.

I wedge several pillows under my back and prop on my elbows to watch the performance happening below my tummy––his head bobbing between my legs. I can’t––and don’t want to––stop the instinctive rocking motion of my pelvis. Together, my hips and his tongue are working against each other. And it’s a glorious thing. “You know how to make me feel so good.”

I’m not sure what’s happening here. I think this could be classified as me fucking his mouth. But I don’t care. It’s too damn good to stop. “Oh. Here it comes.”

I grip the sheets beneath me and fall back against my pillow. “Suck my clit, Breck. Hard.”

He does and the stimulation makes me come apart, shattering into a million shards. “Ohh … ohh … ohh.”

My toes are curled tight. My heart beats a million times a minute. My face pulsates, as well as my hands. Warm euphoria spreads down my arms and legs.

“Damn. That was mind-blowing.”

“Perfect. Now turn over. We’re running out of time and I really want to take you from behind.”

My body has turned to mush but I manage to get face down. He puts a knee between my thighs and pushes them apart. His finger glides down my cleft. “You make me want to fuck you so hard. I can barely stand it.”

He is in a nasty-talk mood this morning. And it is turning me on all over again. “I wish so much that you could.”

I put my head down so my bottom is where he wants it. He presses his tip against my entrance. I push backwards, forcing him to enter me a little. He pulls away and slaps my cheek. “I’m in control. Always.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” He glides his cock up and down my slit, teasing me. I want to push back against him again so badly. “You’re killing me.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“You inside of me right now.” He continues teasing me so I say the magic word. “Please.”

“Since you said please.” He enters me in one fluid movement and goes motionless. “Oh! Bonny, that feels so good. Being inside you is pure heaven. Every time.”

He rocks against me, thrusting in and out. I can’t help but move in counteraction. It’s carnal instinct.

He pops me on my ass again. “Stop. I’m in charge.”

The spat doesn’t hurt. It’s intended to gain my attention––and obedience––but it only manages to make me want to move faster. So that’s what I do.

“Bonny!”

I’m not doing anything that’s going to cause harm. “You can keep spatting me if you like but I’m not stopping. You’ll have to tie me down if you want me to be still.”

He holds my hips firmly. “That can be arranged.”

I hear his “prelude to an orgasm” sound. He’s going to come any minute.

He pushes inside me one last time. “Ahh … oh.”

His body is hovering over mine, his mouth pressed against my ear. “I fucking love you.”

He finishes and pulls out. His hand rubs my ass before bringing it down hard.

“Ow! That one hurt.”

“I meant for it to. Have I gained your attention?”

“You always have my attention.”

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t mean you always heed what I say.”

That’s the truth. “No, it doesn’t.”

“I know you think I worry too much and maybe I do, but it’s because I want to keep you and our bairns safe. I don’t do it as hard as I’d like because I’m afraid of the consequences. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to them because I gave in to selfishness for a moment of pleasure.”

“I don’t want anything bad to happen, either, but please trust that I know my body and what it can tolerate.”

“We’re keeping it tame until they’re born.”

“Fine, but after that, I’m getting everything I want. The day they turn six weeks old, I want you to fuck me like a beast.”

“Deal.”

* * *

Sin and I file on to the bus with the other tourists and choose seats at the back. It’s where we belong. That’s where the bad kids sit.

The bus is warm but the window is still cold. The glass is fogged so I write in the condensation: Bleu loves Sin.

I draw a fat heart around our names.

“That’s a work of art,” Sin says.

I take out my camera and snap several close-ups, making the words the focal point. “That one is definitely going in a frame.”

Sin smiles and leans over to kiss me. “Sin loves Bleu too.”

I peek over the tops of the seats to see if anyone is paying us any attention. Nope. They’re all too busy looking at their brochures.

“You don’t even come close to looking like you belong on this bus surrounded by normal folk.”

Sin laughs. “I’m not so sure you do, either, but what makes me look so different from what you refer to as normal folk?”

“First of all, you’re in a ridiculously expensive tailored suit. That’s a weird thing to wear for a day of sightseeing. Secondly, you have a gun on you. You’d better hope we don’t go through a metal detector at any of our stops.”

I’m wearing leggings and boots with a long tunic, not a suit that probably cost what most of these people earn in two weeks. “You say I don’t look like I fit in, either, but I think I look pretty normal.”

“Your face is flushed and glowing. You look freshly fucked.”

“Pregnant women glow. It’s common knowledge.”

“There are two different kinds of glow, and you have the orgasmic sort.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Men can take one look at a woman and know if she’s recently had great sex.”

No way. “Shut up. You’re screwing with me.”

“Aye, I am. But I wasn’t kidding about the way you radiate.” Sin leans over and kisses the side of my face. “Pregnancy looks good on you.”