Heaven's Sinners
Page 49

He begins stroking, and my body jumps to life yet again. I turn my eyes to the couple in the other room. They’re fucking again. My eyes widen, and my mouth drops open. Spike chuckles, and presses himself up beside me. “He takes Viagra so he can fuck her all night.”
“God, he must be tired,” I whisper.
“No, baby, he’s full of lust and need. Like me.”
“Are you going to fuck me all night?” I whimper, turning to face him.
“Babe, I’m going to fuck you until the sun is shining.”
I swallow, and suddenly feel like a tiny, fragile little girl. Spike is looking at me like he wants to eat me alive, and shit; it’s both scary and thrilling. He steps toward me, and I find myself stepping back.
“Baby, you don’t wanna fuck, you just say so...”
I do want to fuck. Oh, I do. I just want to play first. I smile, and step back again. Grinning, he walks toward me, looking like a tiger about to lunge. I keep backing up until I’m pressed up against the glass. He stops in front of me, flashing me that gorgeous smile. “Tom Cat wants to play. Tell me, how do you wanna play?”
“I want to do what they do...”
Spike’s eyes widen. “You wanna copy?”
“I wanna copy.”
“Baby, fuck...”
I grin. “Yeah, fuck. Can you handle it, Danny?”
He grins, looking like a man on a mission. “Baby, I can handle it.”
We both turn, and stare at the couple in the other room. My cheeks flush, and my body grows hot. Right now, she’s on her knees sucking him. I turn to Spike, and he grins and points to his cock. “Away you go, baby.”
I drop to my knees, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. He hisses, and I take my time bringing him to my lips. I swirl my tongue up and down his shaft, and over his balls, before taking him into my mouth. When I do, the sound he makes is primal, and all male. He grips the sides of my face and gently works himself in and out of my mouth. He groans, and I smile around him. I love having the control, even just for a second. I suck and lick, enjoying the moment, tasting our lust on him. With a pained groan, Spike slides his cock from my mouth and stands me up. I realize it’s because the couple has moved. Now, the man has the girl on his lap in a chair, and she’s riding him.
I put my hands on Spike’s chest, and I shove him toward the chair in the corner. He drops down on it, and I climb onto his lap. His eyes are on mine, and fuck; the expression on his face right now is enough to take my breath away, permanently.
He grips my hips, lowering me down onto his cock. As he slowly sinks into me, we both groan. I grip his hair, pushing my chest out and bringing my nipple to his mouth. He leans down, wrapping his lips around it and sucking softly. I whimper, and turn my face to the couple. The expression on the other man’s face is very similar to Spike’s.
I begin rocking on Spike’s cock, and his groan vibrates through my body. My body burns with the need for another release, I begin rocking harder, feeling myself clenching around Spike.
“Spike, I hate that I need to come, but fuck, I need to come,” I whisper, hoarsely.
He removes his mouth from my nipple, and tilts my hips. Then he drives up into me, hard and fast, taking over the movement. I come again, screaming and thrashing as my orgasm, better than the last, rips through me. Spike makes a throaty, desperate sound, and suddenly we’re up. My legs are wrapped around his hips, and his mouth is on mine. He kisses me with such ferocity my head spins.
He walks me to the bed, and he pulls out of me, putting me down and flipping me onto my stomach. I turn my head again, seeing the other couple is also doing this. Spike grips my hips, tilting them up, and then he drives into me again. I cry out, and drop my head into the soft mattress. Spike thrusts and thrusts, slapping my ass every now and then, as well as tugging my hair. I come twice more before he comes along with me.
“Tom Cat,” he roars, exploding inside of me.
I let him ride out his orgasm, before dropping my body into the bed. I’m exhausted. God, I don’t know how he does it. Spike pulls out of me, and flops down beside me on the bed. We both lay for a minute, panting.
He rolls onto his side and stares down at me. I turn my head, giving him a weak smile, to which he reaches across and strokes a piece of hair from my face.
“Not goin’ to fuck you anymore, baby.”
I pout, and he chuckles.
“You’ll have to miss more days of work, ‘cause you won’t be able to walk.”
He makes a valid point. I smile, too tired to even try and speak.
“When did you change so much, Tom Cat...”
I open my mouth and whisper, “Maybe I was like that all along—you just didn’t get a chance to see it.”
His eyes soften, and they slide over my face before going back up to meet mine. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Can I sleep now? Please don’t tell me I have to get dressed and leave,” I groan.
He chuckles. “Sorry baby, we gotta run. We’re stayin’ the night and will be back before your shift tomorrow. You can go back to my hotel and sleep if you want, I gotta do some shit.”
“Sounds good to me,” I whisper, stretching.
He nods. “Hey babe, you are on birth control, right?”
I shake my head, what the hell? How random. I open my mouth to answer with a yes, when I realize that I haven’t been keeping up-to-date with my birth control shot. My stomach leaps into my throat, and I close my mouth quickly. Shit! What was I thinking? How could I be so stupid? I struggle to remain calm. It’s fine, it’s probably not even run out yet. I’m probably over reacting.