When Sinners Play (Sinners of Hawthorne University 1)

Fuck. Oh, fuck.

He pumps them in and out of me, a filthy wet slapping sound filling the room as his tongue matches the tempo of his fingers.

“Fuck!”

My heels dig into his back as the word is ripped out of me. My back arches as my pussy walls clamp down hard around his fingers, making me feel every movement even more acutely.

He keeps finger fucking me and lapping at me as the orgasm crests in wave after wave of pleasure, each one making my body shudder and jerk.

Even after it passes and my muscles begin to unlock, he keeps his fingers stuffed inside me, his wet tongue still sliding over my clit in soft flicks.

I let out a helpless little groan, and he looks up at me, finally dragging his face away from my pussy. His voice is a rough burn, hoarse and deep.

“What’s your name?”

I didn’t plan on telling him that. But then again, I didn’t plan on pretty much anything that’s happened since we entered this bathroom.

“Sophie,” I murmur. My voice is raspy too, and I have a fleeting thought that maybe I’ve been screaming a lot louder than I meant to.

Not that I really care if people in the bar know what we’re doing, as long as none of those assholes come knocking on the door.

“Sophie.”

The chestnut-haired stranger gazes up at me, his lips still glistening with arousal, as he samples my name on his tongue.

Maybe he likes the way it tastes, because he flashes a sinful grin that makes my pussy clench around his fingers.

“Do you know what I want to do to you, Sophie?” he murmurs.

Heat spikes in my veins. “What?”

My legs are still wrapped around his shoulders, and his breath ghosts against my core with every exhale. I realize he’s moved one hand down between his own legs, rubbing at his cock through the fabric of his expensive-looking jeans as he stares up at me.

“I want to bend you over the sink and fuck you until you shatter the fucking mirror with your screams.” His fingers curl and uncurl inside me as he speaks, the movement torturously slow as he rubs against my g-spot. “I want to feel your legs wrapped around me as I fuck you against the wall. I want to drop you on my cock and bury myself so deep inside you that it ruins us both.”

There’s a dark truth in his voice that makes my stomach flip. His words are more than just dirty talk—he means them in a way that goes far beyond that.

He licks his lips, still staring up at me with those penetrating blue-green eyes. “Your pussy is so fucking sweet. I want it around my dick. I want to lose myself inside you.”

Even as he speaks, he keeps moving his fingers, and he has to know what he’s doing to me—how he’s ratcheting up the arousal inside me again, making my hips shift restlessly as my body cries out for more.

“Then do it,” I murmur, something almost like a challenge in my voice.

In case he didn’t get the fucking hint, I grab his hand, yanking his teasing fingers out of me and hauling them up to my mouth. I wrap my lips around them, sucking hard as I swirl my tongue over his slick skin.

His eyes flare wide, and when I bite down hard on his thick fingers, he surges to his feet, freeing his hand from my mouth before hauling me off the edge of the sink.

I wrap my legs around him just like he wanted, and in three long strides, he slams my back against the wall, grinding his clothed cock against my soaked pussy.

“Can you take me, Sophie?” he grunts out, one hand sliding between us to yank at the button and fly of his jeans. “Can you take all of me?”

There’s a challenge in his voice too, and I don’t bother answering it with words. I just drop my head and kiss him, sucking my own taste from his skin as our tongues go to war again.

He keeps one hand on my ass as his other shoves his pants down enough to free his cock, pulling away just enough to line himself up with my entrance. Then he drives inside me, pinning me to the wall as he impales me in a single stroke.

My body goes rigid at the shock of the intrusion, every nerve-ending firing at once. He’s big. Long and thick, filling me up so completely that I can’t even think about anything else.

All that’s left to think about, all that exists in this moment, is the stranger’s cock inside my body, pressing against my walls, forcing my pussy to stretch to accommodate him.