Unleashing Sin - A. M. Wilson Page 0,43

mouth waters, and I don’t know what comes over me and makes me do it, but I touch the tip of my tongue to his thumb. It’s his turn to suck in a sharp breath, but neither of us moves. The air around us stills, everything quiet except for the rapid pounding of our hearts.

I must feel like pushing boundaries today, or maybe my self-control is nonexistent because I do it again. I run my tongue along the edge of his thumb. There’s something happening to me. Something bold. Maybe it’s because he’s not forcing me, or that I want to show him I don’t find him repulsive. It might be that the warm, salty taste of him leaves me wanting more. That taste igniting something inside me. Whatever it is, I’m not sure. All I know is the next thing I want to do, so I do it.

I close my lips around his digit and give it a tentative suck.

His resulting groan shoots straight through me. My nipples tighten and my stomach clenches in a way I have never, ever felt before. Not even back to the days of middle school crushes and butterflies did I feel something so deep and visceral. That one sound from him takes root inside me and spurs me on. I latch onto his wrist with one hand and suck him deeper into my mouth, keeping my eyes locked onto his. I circle him with my tongue, loving when he groans again.

“Blossom,” he speaks in a soft, gruff voice. “What are you doing?”

It’s a simple question, but it makes me stop as suddenly as if he’d shocked me. Was I doing something wrong? What was I doing? Sucking on some random man’s finger? I probably look like the whore I’ve been conditioned to be, oh God.

I relinquish my hold on his wrist and pull my mouth away, dropping my eyes and turning my face to the side in shame. Was this my conditioning again, or did I want to do this? I can’t deny it felt good, and it’s never felt good before.

Alex claims my cheeks and cradles my face in his large hands, forcing my face back to his. The brown irises hold warmth and desire, but not in a leering way. Still, I’m mortified, and the embarrassment coupled with his warm hands are making me hot.

“Don’t do that. Don’t shut down.”

My saliva has turned to sludge, and I need to swallow it down. “I’m not.”

“Don’t be embarrassed at what feels good. It felt good to me, too.”

“It did?” I ask back in shock, not following what’s happening. I thought he wanted me to stop?

He makes an unintelligible sound and grabs one of my hands, cupping the back of it. Threading his fingers through the tops of mine, he guides my hand to his lap. I don’t know what he’s doing until he places it on the very hard, thick bulge in his pants. As soon as my hand is settled, he pulls his away and grasps my face again.

“Darling girl, you did that.”

I swallow again, keeping my hand where it is. Not because he put it there, but because I want to. It’s a heady feeling knowing I did that to him, and not because I was forced to walk around naked or perform sexual acts to get him there. I did something I wanted, something that felt good to me, and he enjoyed it, too. My fingers flex involuntarily, making his eyelids twitch.

“You can keep your hand there or let go, whatever you want to do. Though, I’d really fuckin’ like to kiss you right now, if you’d let me.”

I’m too stunned to speak, so I nod, wanting that, too. That’s not good enough for him, though.

“Your words are powerful. I need to hear you say it. Ask me to kiss you, Shelby.”

My stomach flips. He’s giving me an incredible gift, the opportunity to test this experience with someone who knows my situation and will be kind to it, one I’d be stupid to turn down. “Please kiss me, Alex.”

He groans again, a sound that does incredible things to my insides and is quickly becoming one of my favorites. His fingers slide from my cheeks into the hair at the sides of my head. Holding me still, he moves in slowly.

I don’t move an inch; I barely even breathe as he comes closer. In the gentlest touch I’ve ever felt, he presses his lips against mine. Our eyes stay locked, and