How Sinners Fight - Eva Ashwood Page 0,44

a way that makes all the muscles in my body spasm again.

“Jesus, that is hot,” Elias breathes, and I force my drooping eyelids open enough to look up at him. He’s kneeling on the bed beside us, and as I watch, he tugs off his shirt and then undoes his pants, shoving them down and letting his dick spring free.

He fists himself, jerking off slowly as he watches Declan lap at me. My heart feels like it might crash through my ribs as I feel the telltale beginnings of another orgasm start to build deep inside me. I need something else to focus on, something to think about besides the pleasure threatening to engulf me. So I reach out toward Elias, letting out a low, needy whimper.

Maybe he knows what I need.

Or maybe he’s just giving himself what he needs.

Either way, he catches my hand in his and brings it to his shaft, wrapping my fingers around his length. His hand goes over mine, and he uses my grip to resume stroking himself.

He feels amazing, smooth and hard beneath my palm. I can feel the pulse of his cock, the way it seems to strain against my touch, and I think he must be as close as I am.

“Fuck, Elias. Declan—oh, fuck!”

My mouth drops open, stars dancing in my vision as my toes curl tightly, my legs straining under Declan’s tight grip. I’m about to come again, I know I am. But I don’t want to. Not without one of these men inside me.

“Declan,” I gasp out. “Please. I need you. Please!”

I don’t expect him to listen. His tongue is buried in my pussy, and I expect him to keep torturing me until I fly over the edge. But to my surprise, he stops. His head tilts a little as his gaze travels up my body, and then he shifts his weight, kicking his pants the rest of the way off. Elias releases his hold on my hand, and I grab on to Declan’s shoulders and grip tightly as his hips settle between my legs.

The tip of his cock brushes against my flushed, swollen pussy, and I groan helplessly. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything as bad as I want him inside me right now.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it. It’s a tone that’s both possessive and tender. “We’ve got you.”

With those words, he presses his hips forward, sliding into me in a single, long stroke. I let out a groan that ends on a breathy sigh as the world seems to stop spinning momentarily.

Elias is still watching us, and he groans too. I’m not touching him anymore, but I can hear the wet slapping noise that lets me know he hasn’t stopped touching himself. That he finds this as hot as watching his friend eat me out.

Declan’s gaze catches mine, and for a moment, I can’t see anything but the deep, dark brown of his irises. Then he leans down and kisses me, delving his tongue into my mouth as he begins to thrust. His movements are hard and heavy, as if he couldn’t make himself slow down or be gentle right now if he tried. As if he’s waited way too long for this moment, and now there’s no chance of holding back.

I can feel the bunched tension in his muscles, the need that’s driving him on. I hook my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass, rolling my hips up to meet his thrusts until he finally hits his peak.

“Fuck… oh, fuck!”

His forehead presses against mine as he slams into me once more and then grinds his hips against me in a rough circle, pinning our bodies together as he spills inside me. The feel of him throbbing inside me hurls me over the edge again, sending a fresh wave of pleasure surging through my body. My thighs clench, my arms wrapping around his shoulders and holding him tight as we both come hard.

It’s every fucking thing I ever dreamed it would be. Declan gives himself over completely to the things he cares about, and I can feel that in the way he lets go now. In the way his body shivers from head to toe as his warm breath ghosts over my skin. I can feel it in the way he kisses me as he comes down from the high, his lips clinging to mine in a dazed, hungry way.

For a long moment, the