Page 47 of Craving Sin

Rian presses his body against mine. It’s slightly awkward because of the sling, but I can smell him—the slight tinge of perspiration on his skin, feel the hard length of his cock against mine as he ruts on me, good hand tangled at the back of my hair, kissing me senseless.

I let my hands roam up and down his back, feeling each hard muscle there, how it constricts and moves with him.

My dick is achingly hard, a constant throb between my legs that pulses harder and harder with each second that goes by.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Rian says, voice raspy in a way I’ve never heard it, mouth trailing down my throat, licking and sucking along the way.

“Have you ever…?”

“No,” he answers, obviously not needing me to continue my question. Has he ever been with a man before? He’s apparently part of the queer mob or whatever it is they do, so I’m no longer sure about his sexuality.

“Here, let me,” I say, before easing him away from me.

Rian goes, though the question on his face is there. He’s not sure what I’m doing.

I trade positions with him, let him press his back against the beam and railing, stand in front of him—this sexy, ruthless murderer who is…kind, and sad, but who wouldn’t kiss me until he knew I wanted it.

I press our lips together again, more slowly this time, over and over and over. My tongue dips inside, Rian’s good hand moving to my hip, holding me while I enjoy his mouth.

Like he’d done to me seconds ago, I kiss down his throat, lick at his skin, taste his cross necklace, and then the rapid, strong beat of his pulse, and I savor the way it thuds against my tongue.

I keep going, wishing I could take off his shirt, but it would be too much of a hassle right now with his sling, so I kiss his arm, lift the sleeve, lick and suck at his strong biceps, worshipping his body.

“Fuck,” Rian grits out through a tight mouth as though no one has done this for him before.

I kiss my way down his arm, then kneel in front of him, sucking one of his fingers, then two into my mouth, like I’m blowing them.

“Jesus, Abbott…”

I can’t stop myself from smiling, practically beaming at the feeling of making this man lose control. He’s wound so tight, so disciplined. I want to be the reason he lets that go.

I let my tongue twist around his fingers before pulling back, shoving his shirt up his stomach, and then kissing his salty skin there, enjoying the feel of his happy trail against my tongue…sucking…licking, savoring.

At least I’ll have this before I die, the pleasure of a man’s body, of being on my knees, of making him come…and hoping he does the same for me.

Rian threads the fingers of his right hand through my hair, tightens his hold there, and tilts my head up so I’m looking at him.

“What are you doing to me?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “But I don’t know what you’re doing to me either.”

He takes a breath. I see it, hear it, then he slips his hand around, pushing his thumb into my mouth. I suck that too, then close my eyes when he slips free, rubbing it and my saliva all over my face.

“I want to suck you.” Just to make sure he knows what I mean, I touch his thigh, slowly sliding my hand upward, until I cup the massive bulge between his legs. “Fuck, you’re big. I’ve always loved a big, fat cock. I want yours, Rian.”

The dick in question twitches beneath my palm as a low rumble comes out of him.

“Fuck yes. Do it.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

Eagerly, I work open the button and zipper on his pants. Rian pulls away from the railing so I can tug his pants down, taking his boxer briefs with them.

I’ve seen him soft over the last week, but never hard as stone the way he is now. His dick is definitely a thing of beauty—thick and veiny, the head flushed darker than the rest, balls heavy and full, his pubes dark and wispy. He has thick dark hair on his thighs, and I again wish I could take off his shirt and bury my face between his pecs and the dark hair I know he has there, too.

“You have a pretty cock,” I tell him, stroking it, watching precum pearl at the tip.

“Yeah?” Rian asks. “I’ve never thought of a dick as pretty before, but it’s hungry for your mouth.”