What Sinners Love (Sinners of Hawthorne University 3)

Elias crouches in front of me, helping me right myself as laughter and worry battle for dominance in his expression.

“Yeah, yeah.” I give him a mock scowl that I know is completely ruined by my flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. “Maybe I have an inner ear problem.”

“Uh huh.” He pulls me up onto my knees like him so our bodies are pressed flush together. “Or maybe I’m just that good.” He cocks an eyebrow, grinning slightly. “Have Gray or Declan ever made you fall over?”

I laugh, then shove at his chest instead of answering. I know the guys are all okay with sharing me, but I’m not going to start some sort of competition between them.

If they want to compare styles and techniques, they can do it in front of each other.

That thought brings a rush of memories to the forefront of my mind. My clit throbs as I remember the three men surrounding me on Gray’s bed and making me come with their hands and mouths. And more recently, the night of my art show, when Elias fucked me in full view of his friends as they jerked themselves off.

It was one of the hottest moments of my life, and the thought of repeating that, of fucking all three of them at once, makes molten heat surge through my veins.

Elias’s eyes darken, and I’m pretty sure he’s guessed what I’m thinking. He doesn’t look hesitant or pissed off that I’m thinking about sleeping with his friends and him at the same time.

Instead, he looks turned the fuck on by it.

My pussy gushes wetness, and I shove at his chest again, a little harder this time. He gets the hint and drops down to his back on the floor, gazing up at me. I pull my tank top off then move toward him.

We’re both breathing harder as I begin to work his sweats and boxer briefs over his hips. As soon as they’re off, he grabs my waist and pulls me up to straddle him. The movement drags my swollen pussy over the hard line of his cock, and we each hiss out a breath.

“Fuck, Blue. I need to be inside you. I need it, like, yesterday,” he rasps out.

I nod, fisting his length and holding it steady as I adjust my position, then rise up and sink back down on his thick cock.

Goddammit, he feels good.

He stretches me in just the right way, and I love how his abs flex and contract as I shift my hips from side to side a little, bringing him deeper inside me. I stay still for a few heartbeats, soaking up the perfect feeling of fullness. Then I brace my hands on his chest before rising up and sliding back down.

My toes curl against the cool, smooth floor, and I repeat the motion over and over, moving faster as pleasure builds inside me. I lean forward a little, letting my blond and blue hair tumble around my face as I find the perfect angle. My clit is still throbbing and sensitive, and a rush of pleasure moves through me as I rub against Elias with every stroke.

He’s watching me, his eyes hooded and warm. His hands roam over my body, finally landing on my breasts, where he pinches and flicks my nipples. When I bite my lip, he does it again, urging me on as I ride him harder and harder.

His hips jerk up toward mine, making our bodies collide with even more force, and finally, it’s more than I can take. I shudder from head to toe as I come hard on his cock, squeezing and pulsing around him. He lets out a deep grunt, and I know he’s close.

But before he can finish, I slide off him quickly. My pussy is still spasming a little, and I feel suddenly empty without his thickness inside me.

“Blue, what…?”

Elias’s gruff voice trails off as he realizes what I’m doing. He makes a hungry sound low in his throat as I turn around, then swing one leg over his hips again. Facing his feet, I slide his cock back inside my tight channel and sink down.

Everything feels different from this angle, and judging by the way Elias’s fingers dig into my hips, he doesn’t hate it. It takes me a second to find my rhythm, and then I begin to bounce on his cock again, pushing him toward the climax that I know is so close.

“Oh, god. I’m not gonna last long. Jesus, you look so fucking perfect like this.”

Elias’s voice is rough and strained, and as his powerful thighs tense under my fingers, he reaches up and wraps his hand around my hair, fisting the long strands. His hold on me forces me to arch my back a little, and we both moan in satisfaction at that.

“Ride me, baby,” he whispers, and I can tell he’s almost all the way gone now. “Make me come.”

So I do, clenching around him as I slide up and down his length, my movements sharp and hard. When his hips arch up to meet mine and his cock pulses inside me, I tip my head back and let him fill me with hot cum.

He sits up suddenly, wrapping an arm around my waist and plastering my back against his chest as the last shudders of his orgasm wrack his body. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, kissing my heated skin as I go limp against him.

“You’re incredible, Blue,” he whispers breathlessly. “I’ll never want anyone the way I want you.”

With his arms around me, I feel

completely encased by him. Protected by him. The nightmares that woke me up and drove me into the studio in the first place seem like they’re a million miles away.