Page 74 of In the Light of Sin

I felt myself let go, getting lost in my second orgasm and his persistent attempts to meet me at the bottom of the cliff.

“Do you want me to fill up this pretty puss with my come?”

My body was thumping against the wall, and both of our bodies were sweaty. Our breaths mingled, eyes both hooded in our need for one another. “Give it to me. I want all of you.”

His orgasm came, a rush of comforting heat filling me, making the corners of my lips turn up as I felt his short, shallow thrusts to make us feel the extent of the pleasure we made each other feel. He was still inside of me as my jello legs slipped off his shoulders, but I wasn’t ready to let go of him yet. My arms were around his neck, face buried in the crook, legs around his waist. If I could bury myself inside of him and live in this moment forever, I would. I never wanted this to end; the high we made each other feel. The untraditional relationship that he finally accepted us exploring.

Finally, after years of being everyone’s afterthought… I found someone who would put me first.

My back slid down the wall, my legs unwrapping around from his waist as my feet fell on the floor. If Sarge wasn’t holding me up, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand. But the rough skin of his hands on the small of my back where my shirt rid up kept me grounded. His cheek rested against mine—it was surreal actually feeling his face instead of just imagining it—while we both tried to catch our breaths from our heated escapade. He backed up, and my heart sank that this was it. He would push me away like he was accustomed to doing.

But the only thing he pushed was his lips against mine, and I was more than happy to reciprocate. We became lost in each other once more, uncaring of the dried blood and dying body on the hook in the next room. Hellbound will always have a special place in my heart.

This was the place we met so many months ago.

This was the place where he put up his walls and the place where I broke them down. The place he showed me a piece of himself he reserved only for me.

This place was supposed to represent the end of life.

But it represented the beginning of ours.

Chapter 18: Joslyn

It’s been a week since our night at Hellbound. It’s been calm and full of nights of him getting every orgasm out of me that he could. Apparently, he’s trying to break an unknown world record or something. He’s even keeping a tally count on his headboard now. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought, ridiculous as it was. Who knew a man of so few words could be so vindictive?

We were so caught up in each other that I hadn’t told him about the discussion Darrell and I had. Did he know about how he felt about me? That he made sure I knew my place and it wasn’t with them? I still didn’t fully understand what he meant by Sarge needing someone. He had me and the club…

Right?

Walking down the stairs to his basement, I clutched the bottom of my baggy shirt, making sure it stayed in place. With each passing day, I was beginning to feel more insecure about the way my clothes were fitting. It’s getting to the point that I was even trying to keep a shirt on during sex with Sarge, an act he vehemently vetoed. It still feels a little unfair that he can stay fully clothed, and I was completely bare for him.

I tried to understand. Showing that part of himself was difficult, and I should just be thankful he showed me his face for the first time. But I wanted us both to feel the connection you get from being vulnerable and exposed together as a unit. I’ve been letting it slide, knowing how he’d felt showing his face to me after all this time. That’s a massive step in the right direction for our connection, even though he’s rarely shown me his face again since that night. I didn’t want our separate insecurities to keep us held at a distance.

He did tell me that if I was unhappy with my newly forming curves, he could show me some simple exercises to do to keep my weight even and build muscle. But, under no circumstances was I allowed to hide my body from him. That’s why I’m currently standing in the impressive home gym he has situated in the basement of the cabin. Leaning my shoulder against the wall, I tried to speak confidence into my insecure brain. If I wanted him to tackle his insecurities for me, I needed to do the same.

I sighed, shrugging my shirt off, knowing he’d throw a fit and rip it off of me, and I liked this shirt—I paid full price for it. A shiver ran through me when the air conditioning kicked on yet again. I felt the goosebumps rise down my arms and thighs, cursing the little get-up he insisted I wear down here. A thin black sports bra and matching spandex shorts were the last items I wanted to be wearing in front of him in this frozen tundra of a gym. A workout with a view, he’d said.

He’s lucky I liked that face of his.

“Nice gym,” I called out to him, watching as he steadily repped on the bench press. The rhythmic up and down motion of that long metal bar, heavy weights on either side, straining his rippling muscles. The ease with which he moved the weight was exactly what I would call a ‘workout with a view.’ “You like to lift heavy, I see.”

He grunted in response, not pausing in his reps. “Come here. Lay down on the mat and start some sit-ups while I finish this last set.”

I listened, eyes lingering on how his biceps rippled with each push of the metal bar. His chest rising and falling with exertion from lifting so heavily, I bit my lip, remembering the effortless way he picked me up and fucked me against the wall all Hellbound. Maybe if I asked nicely, he would do that again?

I decided I had to stretch out my muscles. I at least remembered that from gym class. I straighten my right arm, curling my left forearm over my straightened elbow before pulling closer to my body. The burn felt good as my muscles loosened. I gave the same treatment to my other arm before bending over, my legs straight as my hands touched my feet. Except, there was something else on me.

Sarge’s eyes.

My lips tipped up in amusement. “Are you looking at my ass?”

“What else am I supposed to look at when you’re bent over in tight shorts?” I rolled my eyes. Typical man. I made my way over to the mat. My knees were bent as my back lay flat on the ground before I heard his strained grunt. “Begin.”

Fingers locked behind my head, I began. Up and back down, my chest touching my knees each time. After the first twenty-five, I was trying to keep focused on my count while simultaneously trying not to die from this hell called exercise. It wasn’t until I came up for thirty that I realized Sarge had moved to stand in front of my knees, toe to toe. He wasn’t in his usual hoodie and jeans. No, down here, he always wore slick black nylon shorts that hung ever so perfectly from his sculpted hips and ended at his knees. The scars on his left side ended close to his ankle, completing his delicious body. I went back down again, squeezing my eyes shut in hopes of clearing my mind and keeping my count. Lifting back up to my knees, I opened my eyes, momentarily frozen at the sight of his hard cock mere inches from my heaving breaths. Quickly pressing my thighs together to contain the pooling heat, my mouth began watering, and my throat was bobbing, taking in the sight of him before me. “What are you doing?”

His hand gripped his thick cock, giving it a few strokes that I refused to take my eyes off of. “Incentive.” I opened my mouth instinctively, wanting nothing more than a taste of him. “No, finish your set. You have one left.”

I groaned but complied with his demand. I quickly went back down and came up with an eagerness that made him chuckle. My mouth opened, tongue peaking out. I dropped my hands to the mat and shimmied forward, flicking his slit and causing his body to shiver with need. With a moan of approval, he tried to push in further. I pulled back teasingly, reminding him, “Nuh-uh. I have another set, remember?”

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