Sins and Scarlet Lace

chapter SIXTEEN

Declan brought the bottle of beer to his lips and drank deeply as he watched the last of the stars fade through the storm clouds. Thunder echoed in the distance, but there was still time until the rain hit.

On a clear night he’d sit up on the roof and stare at the stars for hours. It was completely glassed in, and he supposed it was a good place to entertain, but he’d always considered it his private space. The only furniture he’d moved up there was a double-size chaise lounge, and it sat lonely in the middle of the large space.

He’d built it for her. Because the image of how wild and carefree they’d been that afternoon at the planetarium was burned in his brain. The way she’d rubbed against him casually as they made their way through the darkened rooms or the way her hand had trailed up his thigh and cupped the erection he had no hope of hiding. The place had been all but deserted and the little sundress she wore had his imagination going wild.

Then they’d come into a room that was nothing but stars and black sky and she lifted up the skirt of her sundress so just the bottom of the round globes of her ass could be seen, and she’d pushed down the tiny panties she wore so they dropped to her feet. He’d gone crazy with wanting her, and he pushed her to the wall, anchoring her hands above her head while he freed his cock.

He’d f*cked her like an animal, and the whole thing had only lasted a couple of minutes at best, just enough to take the edge off until they were home again. But that day had always stayed with him, and even now, the remembrance had him hard enough he was glad he’d pulled on sweats after his shower.

Dec took another sip of beer and then went to lay down on the chaise. He was tired, and they’d both need to get several solid hours of sleep. It was probably best for both to retreat to their own corners for the night. She needed time to think. It was obvious she still had reservations even though she was willing to share her body with him. But trust had to be earned and he’d have to give her the time she needed to come to terms with her own wants.

His body went still as he heard the rooftop door open and close again, and then he breathed in the sweet scent of soap and his cock tented his sweatpants; he fought the urge to wrap his fist around the hard flesh and start stroking. He let his beer dangle from his fingers and he didn’t let his gaze shift from the turbulent clouds above.

“I found this on top of my clothes,” Sophia said, tossing something hard and square onto his stomach. He almost laughed when he looked down and saw the box of condoms. A 48-pack. “It seems Shane wanted us to be prepared.”

“That’s the MacKenzie family motto. At least one of them. Darcy left an identical box for me back in D.C.”

Declan tossed the condoms aside and finally looked at her. His bottle dropped the remaining couple of inches to the ground with a clank when he saw what she was wearing.

“I take it Darcy packed that for you too?” he asked, trying hard not to swallow his tongue. “Remind me to let her have the company credit card more often.”

The nightgown shimmered in bold ruby and was the sheerest, most delicate lace he’d ever seen. It flowed against her skin from breast to mid-thigh, and he could just make out the dark rose of her nipples beneath. She’d left her hair down how he liked it and her toes were painted scarlet to match the gown. He didn’t know why that little detail turned him on, but he found himself longing to start kissing at her toes and work his way up.

“I was just thinking about the planetarium, replaying the way you pushed your panties down over that sweet bottom and let them drop to the floor. It drove me f*cking insane when you did that.”

“Like this?” she asked, arching a brow.

She turned so her back faced him, and he stopped breathing as her fingers skimmed up her thighs, catching on the gown and bringing it up higher and higher—teasing him—tempting him with sweet glimpses of flesh. Her thumbs hooked in the strings of the tiny matching thong she wore and she brought them down slowly until she finally released them and they fell to the ground.

Sophia stepped out of the panties and then bent down to pick them up, and he saw the sweetest sight imaginable. Her p-ssy lips were swollen and slick. And bare. She’d shaved during her shower, and the sight had his balls tightening against his body and come threatening to spill from his cock.

“Sweet mercy, Soph,” he rasped. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“It seems to be working better than shooting you.”

“Come here, baby. Let me give you what you want.”



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Sophia let the gown fall back to her thighs and walked toward Declan. Her body was an inferno of need, and she knew there was no changing the course of a force so powerful.

She belonged to him. She’d always belonged to him, and she realized something while she was in the shower. There was no shame in loving him after all they’d been through. He hadn’t wanted her, but she’d managed to survive without him. And if he didn’t want her again she’d keep on surviving. But there was no point in denying herself the pleasure it was obvious only he could give.

She was stronger than she’d been then, and she wanted him to understand that strength had been born of necessity, and she wouldn’t run away this time. The love for him had never disappeared as she’d wanted it to, and he was in for a hell of a fight if he ever tried to protect her by sending her away again.

He took hold of her hand and pulled her close, and she lifted herself to his kiss, letting the passion take over as his lips slanted hungrily across hers. His fingers tangled in her hair, and the sharp bite against her scalp as he pulled the strands had her gasping into his mouth.

Arousal swept through her loins like a wild flame and she moaned as his tongue swept inside her mouth and mated in a way so primitive and sensual that her knees shook. Her hands found the hem of his T-shirt and jerked it up so her hands touched the taut muscles of his stomach.

He let go of her hair and ripped the shirt over his torso and tossed it aside, and she rubbed her breasts against his hot skin, moaning at the sensations as she teased herself mercilessly. He tugged at the bodice of her nightgown so her breasts popped free, plump and high, displayed for his pleasure. He filled his hands with the swollen mounds, his fingers tweaking the rosy peaks of her nipples, and she felt the tug all the way to the tight bud between her thighs.

She arched against him, crying out as he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep as his tongue laved across it. Her fingers grasped the back of his head and pulled him closer, and then she grew impatient, wanting to feel more of him.

Her nails raked down his chest to the elastic waistband of his sweats and she tugged—hard—so they pulled down below his hips and his cock sprang free. Her hand fisted around him and she groaned as he seemed to swell in her hand.

“F*ck, you’ll have me coming in your hand,” he said, releasing her nipple with a pop. He pushed down the sweats all the way and stepped out of them so he stood naked—his cock a mouth-watering sight as it stood iron-hard and hot away from his body. His hand replaced hers at the base of his cock and she licked her lips as he squeezed hard and a tiny drop of pearly liquid gathered at the tip.

“Mmm,” she moaned, kneeling before him. His hand fisted back in her hair and he sucked in a sharp breath as her tongue licked out as delicate as a cat’s and gathered the salty drops on her tongue.

“F*ck me—”

His head dropped back on his shoulders and his grip tightened as her lips wrapped around the flared head of his cock and her tongue swirled around him. One hand cupped his balls gently and her other hand gripped his thigh, her nails biting into flesh. She opened her mouth wider, took him down deeper, until her chin rested against the delicate sac. She held her breath, prolonging his pleasure for as long as she could before she had to pull back and suck in oxygen.

“Enough,” he shouted. He was seconds away from shooting inside that sweet mouth, and she was lapping him up like cream. But damned if he was going to come inside anything but her tight p-ssy.

He pulled her back and lifted her to her feet, pushing her back until her knees his the back of the chaise and then down so she was sprawled on her back, the red lace of the nightgown pulled down over her breast and up over her hips, exposing the bare flesh between her thighs.

“Christ, Sophia,” he panted. “The sight of you is my every fantasy. It’s my turn to taste that sweet p-ssy and bury my tongue between those naked folds. Did you think of my tongue sliding through that sweet syrup while you were shaving?”

His finger trailed between the folds, gathering the cream of her desire so she could see the evidence. He brought his finger to his lips and sucked, moaning as the taste of her filled his senses.

“Pull your knees up high,” he demanded. “I want to see all of you.”

Color darkened her cheeks, but she did as he asked and pulled her knees high to her chest. He kneeled beside the chaise and inhaled her arousal before placing a soft kiss on the swollen bud of her *.

“F*cking beautiful,” he whispered, his breath feathering across the moist flesh. And then his mouth and tongue were pressed against her as he sucked and licked and tasted every delectable inch of her folds.

Her fingers tightened on his scalp, and the mewling cries she made in the back of her throat only made him want to give her more, to make her lose control until the cries turned into screams of ecstasy. Her hips rolled against him and she jerked as his teeth scraped over the hardened bud of her *.

“Dec.” His name was desperation on her lips as his tongue moved faster, building her higher and higher. He parted the bare folds with his fingers, tonguing her deep and hard before pushing two fingers into the suckling depths of her p-ssy.

Her back arched on a gasp and she clamped down around him, the syrup of her desire coating his fingers and dripping down his wrist. All he could think was how tight she’d feel wrapped about his cock, and he stepped up his efforts to make her come like this first—so when he finally pushed inside of her she’d be swollen and tight and still pulsing from her own climax.

Perspiration coated both of their bodies and her desperate pants turned into wailing moans as his fingers curled inside of her and rubbed against her G-spot. The texture was different there, rougher, and he moved his fingers faster and faster over the spot until she stiffened, her legs clamping around his head, as her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm.

He drank her until the last shudder wracked her body, and then he pulled his fingers free.

“I’ll buy you another,” he said, ripping the gown down the middle and then flipping her quickly to her belly, removing the shredded cloth and tossing it aside. Her p-ssy gleamed with the proof of her release, and he couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Sophia’s hands clawed at the fabric of the chaise and she tried to catch her breath, to reorient herself to the present, but Dec didn’t give her a chance to do anything but scream. He thrust into her in one smooth stroke, and the walls of her p-ssy still quivered from her previous climax.

He stroked fast and hard—forceful—and her muscles stretched to accommodate his size. His fingers bit into her hips as he slammed against her, and he pushed so far, so deep, that she felt the familiar building inside of her once more.

Flesh slapped against flesh and sweat coated their bodies as she felt pure sensation gather in her womb like the beginnings of an electrical storm—white hot and pulsing as her p-ssy tightened around him. Her knees gave out and he followed her down to the chaise so their bodies lay flat, but he didn’t stop driving into her.

His fingers twined with hers and they both grabbed at the edge of the chaise, and if possible he moved higher and harder inside her and that was all it took to set the lightning free. It coursed from her womb down her arms and legs, and she didn’t recognize her screams of pleasure as the heated jets of Declan’s come blasted inside of her, every spurt increasing the pleasure of her orgasm.