MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

PRESENT – CIARA

I feel hot lips against my shoulder, and I slowly wake up. I can feel the heat coming from Spike’s body, so I know he’s in the bed with me. I feel his finger slide up and down the skin on my arm, gently, softly.

I flutter my eyes open, and the dim light in the room makes me blink. I turn my face, and see Spike lying next to me, his brown eyes on mine. He looks soft, gentle, sweet and not the man who just told me to fuck off. He leans down, pressing his lips to my throat, and I find myself tilting my head back and letting him. He slides his lips down over my shoulder and then he lifts my shirt up and over my head. I let him, though I’m not even sure why.

“Ciara,” he murmurs against my skin, as he slides his mouth over my breast. “So fuckin’ sorry baby, I was a cunt.”

I shudder at his words, and my body instantly forgives him when his mouth reaches the heated flesh between my legs. He spreads my thighs and then his tongue is inside me, sliding up and down my clit. I groan, and tangle my fingers in the sheets, tilting my hips up to meet his feverish licking. He sucks and nips, rolling my clit around with his tongue. He slides two fingers inside me, gently stretching my sore, sensitive flesh. He slides them out and back in, slowly, gently. I cry out, and my body tightens around his fingers as he sucks my clit harder, flicking and teasing.

“Spike,” I whimper as I begin to come.

My body spirals up and out of control, and my orgasm tears through me like wildfire. Spike growls against my flesh as he slides his fingers in and out of my damp pussy, and his tongue continues dancing on my clit.

I stop shuddering when my orgasm subsides, and Spike gently removes himself from me, and slides back up my body. He grips my arms, rolling me into his side as he lies down on the pillow beside me. I curl into him, pressing my face against his skin and sliding my tongue out and over the hard, delicious flesh on his chest. He growls as I slide my other hand down his body to find his cock, hard and pulsing. I wrap my fingers around it, and begin to stroke it gently.

“Baby,” he rasps. “You don’t need to touch me. I didn’t do that for me, I did it for you.”

“I want to,” I whisper.

“I was an ass, you should be snapping it off not...fuck...”

I squeeze his cock, cutting his sentence short. Then I begin gently massaging it again. I can feel the spikes against my fingertips; the tops of them press into my skin, but I don’t care. I keep stroking him, up and down, up and down. Every now and then I stop and give his head a little squeeze. His breathing has become harsher, and his body is wound up tight. I keep stroking, pumping my fist harder. It aches, but I don’t want to stop. I will myself to keep going. I want to feel him come in my hand, I want to know that I can get him there just by doing this.

“Baby,” he pants. “Goin’ to come.”

I jerk him harder, and then I feel his cock swell in my hand before hot spurts of come shoot out and coat my hand and his pelvis. I can feel his cock pulsing as each warm spurt releases. He releases only one groan, the rest of the time he lies with his head back, his jaw tight and his body shaking. Lovely.

When his cock begins to soften in my hand, I let him go. I pull my hand out, and reach over to the table beside me and pick up a towel. I wipe myself, and then I pull the sheets back and wipe him. He shudders again, and stares over at me, his expression content.

“Did they hurt?” I ask, as I lift his cock and wipe all around it. My fingers once again graze the piercings.

“The dick rings?”

“Yeah.”

He nods. “Fuck yeah.”

“Why the spikes?”

He shrugs as I drop the towel and pull the sheets back over us, and nestle myself back into his arms.

“Liked the idea of havin’ somethin’ different. Then I fucked a girl one night who made a point of takin’ them all out, and so it started.”

“You got them done back when I knew you, and you never told me.”

“Didn’t think it was somethin’ you would want to hear, Tom Cat.”

“True,” I laugh softly. “I would have blushed until I exploded.”

He laughs. “Yeah, you would have.”

We lay silent for a moment, and then he looks to me and says, “I’m sorry for speakin’ to you like that earlier. I was a jerk.”

“Yeah, you were.”

He grins. “Am I forgiven?”

“Aren’t you always?”

He pulls me closer, squeezing tightly. “You’re too fuckin’ good for me, Tom Cat.”

“That might be how you see it,” I whisper, feeling my eyes grow heavy. “But it’s certainly not how I see it.”

“Changin’ everything,” he says quietly.

If only he knew, he was changing everything, too.

My entire world is different because of him.