Page 44 of In the Light of Sin

“Nyla could walk in any second.” My words felt more like building up the risqué play than actually meaningful. Nyla wasn’t due in for another hour, but telling myself she would be coming soon lit a fire that only Sarge could satisfy.

“Let. Her.” He grounded out again, his large hand planting itself on my hip. I felt the blunt tip of his cock line up at my entrance. I sucked in a sharp breath, anticipating the slight pain that was to come. Sarge was very blessed in that area, and I’ve never been with anyone as big as him—I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feeling of his thick cock. That and gentle wasn’t in this man’s vocabulary.

And I hope he never added it.

I cried out as he plunged inside of me, hands gripping the counter as my nails dug into the wood, trying to keep myself grounded and uncaring as I scrapped the wood off of the counter. With his first few punishing strokes, I’d arched my back, pushing into him. He slammed my chest back down on the counter, my hard nipples reacting to the cool of the wood. I groaned at the new sensation sending shocks straight to my clit.

One of Sarge’s hands left my hips to snake around and grab ahold of my chest. I wasn’t as blessed as Oakley, but if Sarge’s hands weren’t so freakishly large, they would’ve been a handful for him. He didn’t let the size of my breasts bother him as he pinched a nipple through the fabric, eliciting a gasp from me. “The fuckin’ sounds you make at my hands, fuckin’ beautiful.”

His rough words drew more heat to my core. I could hear how wet I was for him, each thrust into me getting louder and louder. “Listen to how wet you are.” I could hear the slaps of our skin coming together. It was a hypnotic pace as I tried not to come too early. I wanted to stay in this moment forever.

Just me and Sarge.

No pain.

Just him fucking my senses away.

“I can feel you tightening up around me.” His hand left my breast, making sure to slide down my body as it reached between my legs, his middle finger drawing circles around my clit. “Didn’t you say Nyla was coming in soon? Do you want to finish before she comes in here? Or do you want her to see her best friend being fucked like a slut?” His thumb met his middle finger, pinching my clit deliciously. “Answer me.”

“I want to finish,” I relented when I finally found my voice, “I don’t want her to see me like this.”

“Good.” A hard pinch and a deep thrust that had me seeing stars. “I’m the only one allowed to see you look like a fucked mess.” At his dirty words, I fully exploded around him, gasping. My legs unlocked and began to quiver as the eaves rolled through me.

Even though I was finished, he wasn’t. His hips picked up speed, slamming into me deeper and deeper. “Christ, I love the way your come feels.” I arched up to give him more of me, and with two more devastating thrusts, he pulled out of me completely. His left hand kept a bruising hold of my hip, and his breathless grunts filled my ears. Warmth spread across my lower back in spurts bringing me out of my post fuck haze.

He finished on my back. I looked at him from over my shoulder, his upper half heaving as he tucked himself back in his jeans. “You… You came on my back?” He shrugged, bringing heat to my face for a whole other reason. “You could’ve at least taken my shirt off if you were planning on doing that!”

“Didn’t know if Nyla would be coming in.” I hated that answer.

“You could’ve just finished inside of me.”

“I’ll gladly bend you over again and fulfill that wish.”

I sucked in a breath, ready to let him have it again, but instead I froze when the bell above the door bounced off the walls. I flattened my hands over my hair, trying to look composed even if my legs were now barely holding me up. Mitchell’s eyes went to the chipped wood of the counter with a knowing smirk before eyeing Nyla.

“Public play, aye? We need to step up our game, pretty girl.”

My face flamed at his words and Nyla’s accusing look. She raised a finger, wagging it between us. “We need to talk.”

“For the love of Christ,” Mitchell grumbled. “I guess I’ll watch the counter.”

Nyla smiled and patted her fiance’s face. “Yes, you will.”

He grabbed her hand, nipping playfully at her fingertips. “Keep talkin’ like that, and Joslyn won’t be the only one fucked over this counter.”

“Mitchell!” I buried my face in my hands, wanting to sink into a hole and not come out. “Don’t you have any class?”

He smirked. “I’m a biker, babe. If you wanted class, you should’ve gotten with a teacher.”

She led me to the backroom, not caring about the volume of her voice. “You and Sarge?” I nodded my head meekly. “How come I didn’t know about this?”

“Because this is all new to me,” I confessed. “I didn’t… I didn’t want to tell anyone in case it was just a fluke to him.”

“So today was the first time?” My cheeks burned as I shook my head. “So, when?”

“The night I stole his car.” I recounted. “Then the morning after. Then, the night after I climbed out your window—“

“Doesn’t sound like a fluke to me.” She cut me off. “When you told me you liked Sarge, I didn’t know it was like this.”

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