Coletrane (10 page)

I battled a grin and lost. “Okay.”

She yanked my head back, and I freakin’ loved the lurch of heat that hit my groin. “You are mean.”

Rolling my eyes, I gently cupped her tits as she grinded on my dick. “Yeah. Looks like you really
mean
that.” I dragged her against me, careful not to mash her breasts to my chest. “You staying another night?”

“I should probably head home. Church in the morning and all that.”

“Such a good girl.” I smirked.

Taking off her top, she lifted up her tits—now pierced and even sexier. “Really?”

I almost howled with need. Suddenly I shook from the intense arousal thundering through me.

“And did I or did I not just agree to wear a plug for you?”

“You’re gonna get a spanking for being so saucy.” I laid both my palms against her ass.

Her lips on mine, she unzipped me. “God, I hope so.”

FOR THE NEXT COUPLE weeks, Sin had little time to hang out. She was in fast-paced mode, nailing down the final details for the thirtieth annual Fairley-Chatham Foundation Gala.

I would’ve liked to have seen her more—sure—but it also meant the next time we were together would be that much hotter, sweeter, sweatier.

And way more raunchy.

To prep her for the bigger plug, I’d given her a slimmer, silicone insert to try out on her own.

We were on speaker while she did it.

“Are you using lube, precious?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Oh! Feels . . . weird.”

“Work it in slowly.”

What I wouldn’t give to be right there with her. My breath seethed. My cock throbbed.

“Fuck. It’s all the way in, Cole.” Her voice strained.

“Do you know how much I wanna jack off right now?”

“Cole, sexy, I . . . oh, I’ve gotta touch myself.”

I took out my cock. “Do it. Finger yourself. Let me hear it.”

Either she was so totally soaking sound traveled, or she placed the phone right by her pussy, because the extreme wet sounds flooded my ears as her moans vibrated louder and louder.

“I want my cock inside you, Sin.”

“Yes!”

“Not gonna touch it until I can fuck you again.”

“Please. I want you to come with me.”

I stroked my fist up the thick length then curled my fingers into the sheets. I wanted nothing more than to bash down on my cock with my knuckles linked, my fingers a tight tunnel. But I wanted her cunt more.

“Pull out the plug and press it back in,” I ordered.

“Oh, shit!”

“How many fingers are you riding in your pussy, Sin?”

“Two.” She gasped.

“One more. You can take it. You want it.”

The liquid sounds grew louder, her moans hotter. I wanted to come in the very worst way, milk my massive shaft, but Sin reached a screaming peak.

“Cole! Ohhh. Oh, my god! Fuck. Fuck!”

“You know what I’d do if I was there?”

“Nnng. What?” She panted.

“Lick every little drop of your juicy come, your hot body, then make you
ride
my cock.”

“Cole,” she whimpered.

“Did you like that in your ass?”

“Jesus. You’re dirty.”

“Says the woman who just fucked her asshole and her cunt at the same time.”

“Don’t . . .”

I slapped my cock against my palm loud enough Sin heard it over the phone. “That’s my dick, precious. And it’s all yours.”

“I want it now.”

“I know. Soon.”

“Miss you.”

“Mmm. Miss you too. You sweet hot babe.”

“Goodnight, Cole.”

“G’night, precious.”

****

Sin managed to snag a free weekday night the Thursday after I’d pierced her. We didn’t waste any time getting down to it. As soon as she crashed her lips to mine, I knew it was
on
. I placed her away from me long enough to sate the mewling, screeching cat-thing with food, pats, and water before taking Sin into my bedroom.

I checked on her nipples first. They were healing nicely. Quickly.

All the better for me.

“Have you played with them?” I asked.

Her face flushed, but she maintained my gaze. “A little.”

“Did you think about me?”

“
Yesss
.”

I thumbed both bright peaks at the same time, applying a little pressure to the hoops. “Yeah. Looks like you’ve been taking real good care of these babies. So will I.”

Jesus fucking Christ, her tight tips looked permanently aroused. I got my mouth over one of them, my fingers on the other. Testing her threshold, I pinched gently. I twirled my tongue. It was too soon to go full throttle, but that didn’t matter one bit. Her sensitive buds rose to my lips while she grasped my hair, unleashing a torrent of moans.

Healing nicely all right. Real nice.

Leaving her gasping on the bed, I took off my clothes, hers too, much more slowly.

From the dresser, I retrieved the plug I’d ordered just for her.

Sin shivered on the covers, but rolled over, raised her ass, bent her head to the mattress.

Fuckin’ A.

I almost lost it right there.

Then she wiggled her ass.

I was at explosion point. I knew her nipples rubbed the sheets. And from behind? Her rear end was the perfect heart shape, her pussy gleaming.

Kneeling behind her, I shocked her when I placed the cool metal against her starred flesh.

“
Ahhh!
”

“Guess you like that then.” I chuckled as my body drew as tight as hers. “How about this?”

Dropping the silver plug to the bed, I grabbed Sin’s ass in both hands and went at it. I licked every curve from the twin dimples at the base of her spine to her shoulders and back down to her waist.

Her ass rose beneath me. I spread it with my hands. Pulling up a glossy skein of her clear, shiny moisture, I spread it around her untouched hole. My tongue followed, and I clasped her cheeks around my face, digging in deep. No teasing. No prep time.

Sin coiled up and yelped, trying to push me away.

No way that was gonna happen but I broke for a breath. “You like it. You’re just too scared.”

I massaged up to her shoulders then grabbed her wrists, manacling them in one of my fists at the bottom of her spine.

I swiped her ass all over with my tongue, planting little kisses. “Don’t make me tie you up and gag you, precious. Wanna hear every yell, feel every reaction from you.”

My tongue lunged inside her tight forbidden hole.

She seized around me.

Withdrawing, I pulled her hands higher up her back. Raising her ass, lowering her face.

“Such a hot ass needs to be fucked by a man who knows how to do it.” Like me. “So hot.” I kissed her rim as she suddenly relaxed, all fear, all fight leaving her. The ring opened. “So smooth. Do you have any idea how much your entire body, your incredible mind, turns me on, Sin?”

She moaned into a pillow. “Tell me,” she said, pressing back for more.

“Feel this.” I slapped her soaked cunt with my cock.

The sound reverberated, loud and wet throughout the room.

I returned to her tight rosy ring. This woman was expertly waxed from landing strip to asshole, leaving only soft and pampered flesh that opened up to me the more I lunged my tongue inside.

When I introduced a fingertip, all she did was mewl.

No pain. Slow entry. Thick lubed fingers sliding inside.

“God,
yesss
.” She hugged a pillow beneath her and tilted her ass for more.

Far be it for me to deny my woman.

Two fingers widening her hole. She was hot as an inferno. I touched her clit, and she jumped, moaning.

Three fingers.

When the slim, silver torpedo-shaped nub skirted against her, she spread her thighs, hunkered low.

My fingers stroked up her back. “It won’t hurt, precious. You’ll love this. Open up for me? Ease out.”

Her body and mind in the zone, she tipped that last half inch up and her ass swallowed the tip.

She gurgled in her throat.

“Not very long, just a little bit wider.” My knuckles pressed her rear end open. My fingers created a gap that welcomed the swirled, soft-serve ice cream
-
shaped plug.

And then everything clamped shut. Her ass closed over the metal plug until all that was visible was the shiny silver heart shape nestled into her ass cheeks. I bet she felt like molten lava inside.

I wanted to be there.

All I did was move Sin to her back. She reached for my cock.

I kneeled beside her head. “Jack me off while I eat you out.”

“I want you to fuck me.” Her pussy pressed up, an open wet flower.

“This cock isn’t going in you until the benefit. I want you on fire.”

“More than this?” She wet her fingers inside her mouth and trailed them down to her squelching flesh.

“Yeah.” I pulled her slick hand to my hard dick. “Pump it.”

My face between her legs, I lapped her inside and out, slicking every bit of womanly cream all over my face.

Sin pulled my hips toward her, twisted her neck, and sunk me throat deep.

My groin plunged. I face-fucked her. I couldn’t stop it if I tried.

With her thighs ratcheted beneath my forearms, I lifted her to me, intent on her sex, her ass, and everything slippery in between.

On my knees, I listened to her gargle, glug, moan.

I tapped the base of the anal plug and watched her cunt blossom open in response. I sucked her like she tongue-bathed me. For every vein she licked, I went at her labia, pulling them open, inserting my fingers.

She hollowed her cheeks, taking me inside and I found her g-spot.

Sin screamed before I did. Two knuckles rubbing deep inside her, I made her orgasm in my face, on my hands.

I turned around. Hovered over her chest. My cock beat its own heavy pulse against her lips, around her tits,
inside her fisting hand.

“Make me come. All over you.” I was so there. My nads tight.

“On my tits?” Sin—
pretty, precious princess
—licked the head, and her lips glimmered with warm, clear pre-ejaculate.

I drove inside her mouth, her throat. One more time, then it was over. Beyond my control. My entire body bucked. I painted her lips, her chin, breasts, and belly in streaks of white.

There were friggin’ stars in my eyes when I finally flipped down beside her. I reached over and pulled her to me, and we lay there, warm, a little messy, kind of squishy and content.

She had to head out a couple hours later, and I held her beside her car. The plug was safely tucked away in what was probably a one thousand dollar handbag. I didn’t have a clue about that fashion shit.

Kissing her cheek, I instructed, “So, don’t wear it too long. And don’t forget the lube I bought you.”

“This is your idea of saying a romantic goodnight?”

My eyebrows shot up, and I kept going. “Every day. Just for a little bit because we’re gonna take it for a full test run soon.” Smoothing the hair from her face, I slanted her head. “And here’s your romance.”

Our extreme kiss with her bowed over my forearm had my toes curling, and a lot more than my heart knocking.

“How does that rate?” I drew Sin up to me.

Her
dazed eyes met mine, and she licked her already wet lips.

Her fingers trembled as she went for the handle of the car door. “That rates.”

I took over, opening her door, ushering her inside, kissing her one last time. “’Night, precious.”

I BEGGED ZEB—THE owner of Inksanity—for an advance, telling him I’d work overtime to make it up ASAP. I wasn’t about to show up at some bigwig benefit with Sin on my arm looking like a down-and-out chump.

With the cash in hand, I headed to Frankie the Tailor’s. Inside the tiny two-room shop he manned by himself, he cut me a deal. Probably because he thought I was sexy, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the tux. Also, he could be one goddamn scary motherfucker with his true gangster, streets of New York past, not to mention the sword hidden inside the expensive cane he clearly did not need.

He was Charleston’s original gay mobster and had been involved in Hunter’s fight against the Cuban Miami Muerte MC last December. As had I.

The deal done, I had the tux in hand several days later because the black-plumed, bull-sized man did not fuck around when it came to his customers or his clothing.

By the time the big to-do rolled around at the very beginning of September, I was ready, if not a little nervous. I’d be meeting Sin’s folks for the first time, and I wanted to make a good impression, not come across as some
wrong side of the tracks
loser.

I’d borrowed Hunter’s Tahoe. The big, black, bulletproof ride wasn’t as swanky as a Bentley or whatever else the Chathams possibly had stored in their garage, but it was a damn sight more acceptable than the Harley, and I couldn’t possibly drive Sin on the back of my bike in a huge, expensive gown.

I’d only considered that option for the hotness factor alone just once or twice.

When I picked her up, she wasn’t waiting outside, ready to skip down the stairs of the giant, white marble pavilion. Stepping out of the SUV, I yanked down my shirt cuffs, inspected my polished shoes, and headed up the brickwork path to the mansion.

The doorbell sent a chime throughout the house that I heard from the outside. I stepped back. Riffled my hands through my hair. Hastily tried to comb it back down. Fiddled with the wallet in my pocket, no chain—no chains at all—tonight.

Through the tall, narrow windows on either side of the big doubles doors, I saw Sin descend a long polished staircase that curved out and widened toward the bottom.

So out of my league.

Then I simply stared. With my mouth hanging open and my eyes peeled wide. As more and more of her came into view, I took in the vision, feeling the need rub my eyes to make sure she wasn’t a mirage.

When the door opened and she stepped out in front of me, I nearly fell flat on my ass.

It was a gown. But it wasn’t some off-the-rack frilly prom thing. No. Sin approached me, shoulders back, hips moving, tits obvious in a half-classy, half-naughty version of
hell fuckin’ yeah.

Her shoulders were bare, the dress floor-length. The top of the sexy gown appeared sheer beneath bold black lace. From there, it cupped her tits, followed the lines of her body to her hips, and fell in sleek lines to her toes. The sleeves that ended in a lacy ring around each of her middle fingers looked like gloves—see-through again except for the floral black lace. The entire goddam thing from top to bottom hinted at the idea of her naked breasts, her long legs and all that
sinful
flesh nearly visible if anyone looked closely enough.

Whatever type of heels she wore added an extra four inches to her height because suddenly her lips were at my chin.

“Sin,” I hissed when she tentatively touched me on the arm. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“Custom made.” She twirled around. “You like?”

Her sea-green eyes had never shone so bright, her red lips never so glossy.

I wanted to bite them.

“
Like
doesn’t quite cut it. Am I slobbering?”

To complete the look, her hair was piled in rings and coils on top of her head, tendrils brushing her temples and shoulders.

“You’re not slobbering.” She molded her body to mine. “And you look mighty damn fine too.”

“It’s new.” I grunted.

Fuck. We needed to get in the truck and get gone before I ripped the gown to shreds, let it fall at her feet, and fucked my way between her legs.

“You shaved,” she murmured against my neck.

No doubt I had. My skin tingled when her tongue and lips landed on the freshly bared flesh of my jaw and chin.

“Yeah,” I muttered, my head notching back.

“And aftershaved.” She sniffed at my neck, grasping my hips.

“Cologne,” I managed to get out in a roughened voice.

My cock said its own
hello
, striving against tight briefs and the fine material of the tuxedo pants.

“Oh.” Sin leaned into the arm I held around her back. “You’re already hard. Wanna fuck me, Cole?”

I bent after her, joining my lips with hers, coiling her tongue into my mouth. Flexing my pelvis, I nudged her where she threw off the most unbelievable heat.

“Where’d you learn such bad language, young lady?”

“From you.” Her shoulders rolled and she flipped her head up.

“Yeah, I wanna fuck you. But we’ll get to that later.” I two-handed her ass, and she squeaked.

Sin tried to free herself, but there was no way she was getting away from me. I spun us around, locked my arm around her waist, and we all but floated down the steps.

Fuck you, Prince Charming. There’s a new bad boy in town.

“That’s not your bike.” Sin stopped beside the hulking Tahoe.

Ain’t no pumpkin carriage either.

“Nope.” I helped her inside. “Hunter loaned me his ride. Remember him?”

“Dark hair. Gold eyes. Big cop. Looks a little scary?” she said, nailing him to a T.

“That’d be him. Also married to a kindergarten teacher.” And he was former X-ops.

I shut the door, rounded the SUV, took my seat.

With the engine running, I pulled Sin’s hand into my lap. “You ready for this?”

She seated herself more comfortably. “The real question is: are you?”

No shit.

East Bay Street came quickly. The Gadsden House overflowed onto the busy sidewalk as I fought for a parking space.

Sin laughed. “We have one reserved.”

Of course she did.

After parking in her reserved spot, I helped her out, but she needed no guidance once we were inside the venue. The place crackled with electricity and excitement, and it was like nothing I’d ever witnessed before. Candles glowed. Chandeliers swung low. Flowers festooned the ballroom, and the open-air verandas overflowed.

Sin was greeted with
mwah
hugs and air kisses, and everything screamed money-money-money.

My feet glued to the floor, the new shoes I’d never be caught dead with inside the MC pinching my toes.

“Welcome to my world.” Sin hugged my arm as I got my first my bearings on how the other half lived.

“Why are they all fat bastards with simulation wives? Are any of their tits even real?” I blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“
Shhh
.” Her hand clamped over my mouth, she laughed. “Jesus, Cole.”

“’S’true!” I shouted, muffled by her hand.

She could expect a ball-gag later.

No shit.

Sin moved her hand aside, and whispered in my ear, “I know . . . but try not to say it out loud?”

“I’ll behave for you now if you behave for me later.”

“Deal.”

Sealed with a searing kiss in the center of a room full of moneyed cunts.

As we threaded through the throng, people grabbed Sin, kissed her, and congratulated her.

I stayed at her side, silently cursing every man who loitered too long. I also quietly checked out people for possible threats, an instinctual impulse I’d picked up from Hunter. Nothing hit my danger radar except for the dudes who took too long giving Sin friendlier than necessary greetings that included too much touching for my liking.

Fuck yeah I was proud of her. Didn’t mean I liked her getting groped. Especially not in that dress.
I didn’t like
the men leering at her, young and old, including a lot of the fat bastards.

I was so out of my element, I merely stared and glared, unless it was Sin I looked at. Then I stared and wanted.

She looked stately as we circulated the room, me introduced as her boyfriend. I shook hands, gave my scariest scowl, and felt mighty relieved when would-be suitors slunk away, shoulders slumped in dejection.

“You know I’m trying to woo people tonight, for money?” Her smile held the edge of a bite as the last
would-be
took the walk of shame.

“I don’t like the way they look at you.” I planted my hands on her hips. “These dickheads need to get the message. You’re my woman. They can hand over the money, but you are not on the market.”

“Cole,” she snapped.

And my head snagged up when she lifted my stubborn chin. “What?”

“Play nice. I’m going home with you. I only want to make love to you. You have no worries about that.”

“If any man tries to cop a feel, I’ll break his hand.” I casually tossed that out.

“Deal.”

“Good.”

With a swish of her hair and a swirl of her hips, she delved deeper through the sea of glamorous people.

And I was dog-leash-lap that shit up right after her.

That fucking dress!

I cooled my heels, but not the straining heat in my groin, when she introduced me to a smiley happy yuppy couple.

As soon as they departed, I asked, “You totally naked under this dress? Because it looks like it.” The hint of skin, the black lace . . .

Big motherfucking diamonds glinted on her wrists, her ears, and her neck.

“Nearly.” Sin snatched an hors d’oeuvre
as a tray passed by her.
She bit into the possibly thousand-dollar tidbit.

“Wearing the plug?”

“Yes.” She accepted a glass of bubbly and sipped the drink, waving to someone in the milling crowd as if we weren’t talkin’ about her having a piece of metal wedged up her ass.

“How does it feel?” Giving in to temptation, I kissed the silky ivory skin of her shoulder.

“Same as before.” Her body quivered against mine.

Her swallow was long and slow, the same way she drank my come.

I knew she’d been a good girl/bad girl, dutifully using the plug to stretch her cherry-bud twice a day, but I wanted to hear it. Right now. While she stood in the middle of this ball, dressed to the nines and looking oh-so-fine.

“Tell me.” I sank my teeth into her earlobe, letting go after a sharp pinch.

Someone—a man, middle-aged, squat and toad ugly—limped up to her.

“
Tell me
,” I whispered as she shook hands with the fuzzy-faced Hobbit.

As soon as Bilbo moved off, Sin turned in my arms. “Don’t take me off my game tonight.”

I stroked down the back of her dress. “Just tell me.”

“It’s in my ass.” She shuddered. “I want you there, Cole. Need you to fill me.”

“Down here?” I moved her into a secluded corner then nudged the slight protrusion between her tight cheeks.

“Yes!”

I quickly glided my fingers up to her waist when a genuine smile crossed her lips and she held out her hand as a young couple approached.

She greeted them then introduced me, never losing her composure despite what we’d just been talking about.

Man, she was cool in action. I was thoroughly impressed.

Amid all the fancy gowns and dapper dudes, the deluxe surrounds, Sin shined brighter than anyone or anything else.

I did my best to keep up with her, trying to plaster something that resembled a smile more than a grimace on my face. When it came to watching Sin charm the crap out of everyone in her vicinity, the smile came easily.

During one quiet lull, I leaned over and whispered, “We’ll get to the piercings later.”

She sucked in a quick breath, her hand tightening on my arm. Then she saw someone across the room of revelers and started forward, pulling me along behind her. I caught up quickly, placing my hand low on her back, wondering if it would be acceptable to shoulder-check the many,
many
men who stared at her with slack-jawed
want
as she moved across the room.

“Where’re we headed?” I asked, glaring at a clean-cut Captain America ogling her.

“My parents.” She lifted a hand and waved.

Oh shit
.

I suddenly wanted to crawl under a table.