When Sinners Play (Sinners of Hawthorne University 1)

I can’t think of a single reason I would when every worshipful touch of his hands sends my arousal spiraling higher.

Gray lifts my feet one at a time to help me step out of my panties, and then he surprises me by pressing a kiss to the inside of my knee. I never knew I had so many fucking nerve-endings in that part of my body, but my knees actually wobble in reaction to the soft pressure of his lips.

He smiles in satisfaction, looking up at me through long lashes as he trails a path of open-mouthed kisses up the inside of my thigh. When he reaches my clit, he kisses that too, and my hands curl into fists as I resist the urge to bury my fingers in his hair and fuck his face.

It was just a kiss. Just one kiss. He’s done far dirtier things to my pussy than that.

But wetness gushes from me anyway, a surge of arousal I wasn’t prepared for flooding through me.

Gray lets out a groan, his fingers tightening on me as he grabs my hips, and the tortured sound of it makes me feel a little better. At least I’m not the only one who’s being driven crazy here.

He kisses my core again, swiping his tongue up the length of my slit once before he presses back up to his feet and steps back. My arms are above my head, my chest heaving a little as I try to catch my breath. My back is arched and my legs are spread.

I’m literally splayed out for him, and the look on his face as he gazes at me makes more sticky arousal slip down my thigh. His hooded eyes take in every inch of me, possessive satisfaction burning in their depths.

One hand reaches down to catch the hem of his shirt, and he drags it over his head, tossing it to one side. His dark jeans are slung low on his hips, showing off his lean waist and gorgeous abs. The muscles in his shoulders and arms flex as he goes for his pants next, undoing them and sliding them down his legs, undressing himself with the same careful precision as he undressed me.

Not that I’ve got any fucking complaints.

The view of his muscular thighs and the tented fabric of his boxer briefs elicits a soft whimper from me, and he glances up at me as he tugs off his shoes and shucks his pants. A small grin turns his lips up at the corners, and I squirm against the door. I’m dying to grab his face and kiss those full, soft lips. Dying to feel all that hard muscle pressed up against my body.

But I’m enjoying the show too much to stop it. I want to see this.

He’s torturing us both, dragging this out when we both know we need it, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out—especially when he shoves down his boxer briefs, allowing his thick cock to spring free.

As he kicks off the last of his clothes, one hand wraps around his shaft close to the base, squeezing a little. The tip is already wet with precum, and my hips thrust away from the door against my will, as if I could somehow fuck him from all the way over here.

“I knew it,” Gray says quietly, dragging my focus back to his face. Our gazes meet, electric heat jumping between us like lightning passing from cloud to cloud in a thunderstorm. “I fucking knew it. From the first moment I met you.”

“Knew what?” I whisper.

“That you’d wreck me.”

The second he finishes speaking, he’s already moving, erasing the distance between us as he scoops me up into his arms. My arms fall to his shoulders, wrapping around him tightly as his cock finds my slick entrance. Then his hips pitch forward and he fills me up.

“You’ve wrecked me, Sparrow,” he mutters as he begins to fuck me in earnest, our bodies shaking the door with each thrust.

The slow tease, the torturous wait, the raw honesty in Gray’s words—they all blend together into a force too strong to resist, and I come hard on his cock as he drives into me.

“Yes, baby. Fuck. Just like that.”

I can feel him pulsing inside me as my pussy flutters around him with the remnants of my orgasm, and I expect him to follow me off the cliff.

But with an agonized groan, he slows his strokes, his whole body shuddering with the effort of holding back.

“I want to feel you ride me,” is all he mutters before he pulls me away from the door, wrapping his arms around me and carrying me into the bedroom.

He sinks down onto the bed, settling me onto his lap without ever pulling out of me, then scoots back on the mattress a little before palming the back of my head and sweeping my mouth with his tongue. When he pulls back, he gives me a challenging grin.

“Come for me again. Use my cock to get yourself off. I want to watch you.”

My pussy squeezes hard around him as my whole body reacts to his words, and he clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth in a way that makes me think he’s still teetering on the edge himself.

I like that. I like that he’s about to fucking lose it.

Matching his grin, I shove at his chest, and he falls back onto the mattress, his hands settling on my hips as he looks up at me.

And I do exactly what he told me to. I start with small rolls of my hips, teasing us both as I rub my clit against his pubic bone. When the pressure starts to build inside me, heat radiating out from my core, I rest my palms on his chest and move faster, using my thigh muscles to bounce up and down on his cock.