Sinners at the Altar (Sinners on Tour 6)

He fisted the fabric in one hand and tugged. “These panties?”

“Yes, those. Unless you’re wearing some. Then take yours off too.”

He chuckled. “You know I always go commando, baby.”

“Good. Because I want you inside me. Hurry.”

He pinched her nipple, and she gasped.

“Maybe I don’t want to hurry,” he said. “Maybe I want to tease you a bit. Maybe I want you to beg for my cock.”

The woman was all submissive and cooperative when she was aroused. So he wasn’t really surprised when she said, “Please, Sed.” She rubbed her ass over his throbbing erection. “Slide it inside me. I want it. I want it deep inside.”

And the lady always got what she wanted. He inched her panties down her thighs, first one side, then the other, as he used one hand to remove them. His other hand was still very much occupied with her breast. Once her panties were down far enough to drop to her ankles on their own, Sed slid his hand between her legs and nibbled the back of her neck. He was rewarded with a flood of heat against his hand. He bent two fingers upward to tease her slick opening, but didn’t slide them inside. Not even when she began to moan and rock against his hand.

“Shh,” he whispered. “We’re not alone, remember?”

“I’m sure he knows what we’re doing,” Jessica said.

“But we don’t have to be obvious about it.”

“Just slide it inside, Sed. You don’t have to thrust if you’re self-conscious about it.”

Did she even realize what she was saying? He had her breast in one hand and her raw pussy in the other. There wasn’t a self-conscious bone in his entire body. Hell, he didn’t even need the trench coat. He’d have sex with her with Gary watching and taking close-up pictures on his camera phone to post on the Internet. He didn’t give a fuck about propriety. But he was concerned for Jessica and knew how delirious she became when she was turned on. She didn’t have a clue what she was asking him to do. He would be very upset if she got mad at him later because he did what she wanted.

She let go of one side of the duster and it immediately swung back. If Gary was looking their way, he would be in no doubt about what they were doing. He’d have a full view of Jessica’s bare breast in one of Sed’s hands and her slick pussy in the other. Jessica didn’t seem to care that she was exposed. Her hand moved to his crotch and massaged his length through his pants.

“Please, Sed,” she said breathlessly. “How many times do I have to beg before you take me?”

He released her breast to pull the coat around her again. “Hold the duster, and I’ll give it to you. All of it.” He bit her ear, and she shuddered.

She grabbed the leather and, as a man true to his word, he unfastened his fly and tugged his cock free. His mouth dropped open when his most sensitive skin brushed against the smooth warm flesh of her ass.

“Oh God,” she said, inhaling the words in her excitement. “I want you so bad. Hurry.”

His thoughts went thick with lust, and he became a creature of want and need. Nothing mattered but claiming her. Fucking her. She leaned forward, her hands on the sides of his coat tugging him down with her. He grabbed her hip with one hand and his throbbing dick with the other. Her pussy was sweet heaven as he dragged his cockhead through its warm moisture. She was fucking drenched. And he fucking loved that she liked having sex in unusual places as much as he did. He slipped inside her easily. And she tightened around him, her walls squeezing his tip, making his abs clench as pleasure consumed him and instinct claimed all rational thought. She relaxed around him, and he pushed deeper, pausing when she clenched again. She had the most sensational pussy on the planet. He knew that from experience.

“God, Jess,” he groaned near her ear. “Let me in.”

Instead of relaxing her amazingly strong internal muscles, she rotated her hips. His breath caught in his throat and his eyelids fluttered as sensations of pleasure rippled down his length, settling in his balls and pulsating deep inside him.

Cursing under his breath, he gripped both her hips and tugged her back, back, forcing himself deeper and deeper. Fuck, she was tight. So tight. She relaxed unexpectedly, and he claimed her last few inches, his balls bouncing delightfully against her.

“Deeper,” she insisted breathlessly. “Oh please.”

He couldn’t take her deeper in this position, but he wanted deeper too. He had at least another inch to give her.

“Hold on,” he instructed.

She reached for the edge of the balloon’s rough basket, losing her grip on the duster. Gravity kept her covered this time as she leaned forward. Once she had both the basket and the flaps of the coat secured in both hands, he removed one arm from a sleeve and wrapped it around her waist inside the coat. He then carefully lifted her feet off the ground so that she was high enough for her pelvis to be above his. He stepped forward and tugged her down, groaning as she took all of him—every inch—deep inside her. He braced himself, feet apart for balance, and tightened his leather-covered arm around her lower belly for stability. His now free hand delved between her legs, fingers seeking her clit. When he found it, he rubbed fast and vigorously, sending her flying in seconds.

Her startled cry of release was quickly stifled. He kept working her clit as her body jerked and strained against him, and her pussy clutched him harder than ever. She went limp, leaning heavily against the edge of the basket—catching her breath, her bearings.

After a moment, she planted her feet firmly on the floor of the basket and began to rock ever so slightly to help him reach the bliss she’d already experienced. As much as he loved being buried balls deep inside her, the woman had a talent with the muscles just inside her entrance. He tugged back and took her with slow, shallow strokes while she squeezed and tugged him closer and closer to nirvana.

“Beautiful sunset,” she murmured.

Sed forced his eyes open and tried to focus on the brilliant orange glow on the distant horizon, but he couldn’t see a damned thing with his eyes rolled up in his head.

“Mmm,” he said in agreement, his slow shallow strokes growing more rapid.

He sort of watched the sun sink beneath the horizon as he sought release and found only a slowly building pleasure that made his belly quiver and balls ache with lack of fulfillment.

“We’ll be landing soon,” a voice interrupted Sed’s concentration on his wife’s glorious pussy.

He refused to finish their ride without finishing his ride. His thrusts strengthened, burying him deeper inside her again. She writhed her hips for him, in tune with his need to come. His breathing quickened and his muscles tautened as orgasm approached. She felt so good around him. So good. Oh God, Jess. He fought the urge to cry out when his fluids erupted from him at long last. He grabbed Jessica’s breasts—one bare, one covered—and pulled her into him as he exploded inside her. Finally spent, he leaned heavily against her back, shuddering as aftershocks of pleasure rippl

ed through him.

“God, I love you, woman,” he said.

He gave her bare breast a gentle squeeze before tucking it back inside the cup of her disheveled bra.

“I wonder where my wife is,” Gary said. “I don’t see the chase car.”

“One should never misplace one’s wife,” Sed whispered to Jessica, who giggled.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” she said. “You’re stuck with me.”

“More like stuck in you.”

“For now. But eventually you’ll have to pull out.”

“Don’t remind me.” He growled in her ear and hugged her close.

“We’re getting low on fuel,” Gary said. His voice had an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. “We need to land. You might want to uh… separate.”

Sed tugged free of Jessica’s body and made himself presentable again so he could find out if he should be worried.

“How can we be low on fuel?” Sed asked.

Gary refused to meet his eyes; a slight blush stained his cheeks.

“Uh, well. I flew a bit farther than usual. I didn’t want to… interrupt. I didn’t think you’d take so long.” He glanced at Jessica, who was watching the scenery over the edge of the basket, as innocent as any regular passenger. “I wouldn’t have lasted. She’s a very beautiful woman,” Gary said.

“That she is.” Sed watched his wife, entranced by the copper glow of the sunset’s final rays in her strawberry-blond hair.

“A handful?”

“More than one handful.” Sed chuckled. “I wouldn’t have her any other way.”

“Are we going to hit that tree?” Jessica asked, pointing to a giant evergreen in their path. “We’re drifting awfully low.”

Gary pulled a cord to send a blast of fire shooting into the balloon. But only a small flame flickered in the fading light, before the fire sputtered out completely.