Knights' Sinner

  Addison laughs, but Ciara doesn’t. “My man looks mega pissed right now!”

  I look at Spike, and his face is tight. Damn, he does look pissed. Cade’s expression is a little softer when he sees Addi is just drinking and causing no problems. Jackson’s face is unreadable, but his eyes are on me. Damn those eyes. Damn him!

  “There you are!”

  I turn to see one of the guys I was chatting to earlier. He’s handsome, young, and quite sweet. I throw him a grin. I can’t remember his name for the life of me, but I do recall promising him numerous dances.

  “Here I am!”

  “You disappeared on me earlier.”

  I grin. “I was getting another drink!”

  He grins, showing cute, round dimples. “You up for that dance?”

  I nod, shrugging. “Sure!”

  “She’s not fuckin’ goin’ anywhere with you!”

  The voice comes from behind me, and it’s icy, angry, and damn sexy. Jackson. My male friend, I am pretty sure his name was Greg, or George, or maybe Gage, looks up and meets Jackson’s no doubt pissed gaze.

  “Sorry man, is she yours?”

  “No, I’m not,” I point out.

  “She’s my property right now, and she ain’t available for anyone else. Now fuck off.”

  I spin around, glaring at Jackson. “Excuse me?”

  “Get outside,” he orders.

  “Bite me!”

  He growls and grips my arm, tugging me. Oh hell no! He is not going to go all caveman on me right now. I slap at his arm, but he doesn’t let me go. I give Addi a helpless stare as we walk past, but she simply laughs and waves, then wiggles her hips suggestively. Some help she is. Ciara and Spike have disappeared, so I can’t find them for help.

  Jackson pulls me outside, and the cool air whips my face and makes the alcohol rush to my head. I sway a little, but he keeps tugging me through the bikes and cars until we reach his truck. He thrusts the door open, and barks. “Get in.”

  “No.”

  He spins on me, glaring. “Get in.”

  “I said no.”

  “Serenity, don’t play with me.”

  I cross my arms and stomp my foot, glaring right back at him.

  He growls again, leans down, and shoves me into the car. I stumble back into it enough for him to grip my legs and spin me around. Then he slams the door. He storms around the other side of the truck, opens the driver’s door, and gets in, turning to give me a glare. I gape at him, and then cross my arms angrily over my chest.

  “Are you finished?” I cry.

  “Not even close.”

  “Jackson, you can’t just come in here and think you own me, because you don’t. I wanted you, and you kissed me and then decided I wasn’t good enough or...”

  He spins quickly, his hand lashing out to grip my chin. Then his lips are on mine. They come as such a shock it takes me moment to respond. That moment doesn’t last long though, soon I’m kissing him back with full force, enjoying the taste of beer on his tongue, enjoying his hands tangling in my hair. My body takes a moment to react, it’s stiff with shock. When I finally realize that Jackson is actually kissing me, I groan and shuffle until I manage to maneuver myself over the seat and onto his lap. He groans as I straddle him, my legs opening and allowing full access under my very short dress.

  “Too fuckin’ old,” he rasps, wrenching his mouth from mine.

  “Not to me,” I whimper.

  “Fuck.”

  I kiss him again, stopping anymore words coming from his lips. Our mouths become frantic, our kisses become deep and hard. My lips feel swollen and bruised, but I keep pushing. My hands find the hem of his shirt, and I shove them up until my fingers are touching his abs. I’ve been so desperately wanting to touch him, wanting to feel the warm, hard flesh under my fingers. He growls, and his hand slides down between my legs. I groan loudly.

  His fingers find my panties, and he gently runs them up and down. My pussy jerks to life, throbbing beneath his touch. He rubs gently for a second longer, before slipping my panties aside and finding my wet, hot flesh. A low, guttural moan escapes his lips as he begins to swirl his fingertip around my clit, causing it to harden. Bolts of pleasure shoot through my body, and I bury my face into his neck and groan.

  “Wet darlin’, so wet.”

  He slips one finger down to my entrance, and gently pushes it inside. It hurts. My one pathetic time was a solid four years ago now, and since then it’s only been me, and occasionally, my vibrator. I yelp into his shoulder, and he quickly removes his finger.

  “Fuck!”

  He grips my shoulder and pushes me back until we’re staring at each other.

  “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

  I swallow, and turn my face away from his. “No...I’m just...I’ve only done it once, and it lasted a second before it was over.”

  There’s silence between us for a solid few minutes. Shit.

  “I can’t do this,” he says, shaking his head and gently shoving me further off him.

  “I want you to, Jackson. I’ve never wanted, or had the chance to want, anything in my life.”

  “You’ve had one man, that wasn’t even considered a decent fuck. What if a decent man comes along, and you have the chance to basically share your real first time with him, and you’ve wasted it on me?” he protests, his voice rough with lust.

  “In my life, that chance is rare, if I’m lucky. Besides,” I whisper. “How do you know you’re not that chance?”

  “Serenity...”

  I take his hand, sliding it back between my legs and running his finger up and down my damp panties. “Please...”

  “Jesus,” he hisses.

  “Jackson,” I murmur, leaning down to run my lips across his neck. He shudders. “Please?”

  “Serenity...”

  “Please.”

  He sighs deeply. “I can’t be the one to ruin the beautiful innocence you’ve created.”

  I rock my hips against his fingers, causing my ass to rub against his straining erection. “Jackson,” I rasp. “Please.”

  “Fuck, fuck,” he curses.

  He slips his fingers inside my panties once more, and I nearly melt with happiness. I couldn’t think of anyone I’d want more right now, than Jackson. He’s perfect, even if he doesn’t see it right now.

  “So wet, and even then, I’m goin’ to hurt you. I’ve not done this with someone so, inexperienced, for a long time, darlin’.”

  “You won’t hurt me,” I whisper, letting my eyes search his face.

  “Baby, I will.”

  He rubs gently over my clit, and I groan as the pleasure begins building again.

  “Please,” I whimper. “Jackson...”

  “Fuck, when you beg like that...”

  He finds my entrance again, and slides a fingertip in; he moves it around gently before slipping his finger the entire way in. It burns a little, and I know this isn’t going to be some amazing moment that blows my world, but I want it all the same, and I want it with him.

  “Oh god, Jackson,” I groan as he rubs his thumb over my clit.

  “You’re so fuckin’ wet you’re goin’ to come before I even get my cock inside you.”

  My body jerks at his words and my clit swells. I want to come. I’ve done this myself so many times, but I’ve never had a man do it. I’ve never had someone else’s finger bring me so much pleasure. Jackson rubs my clit harder, while his finger gently slides in and out of my pussy.

  I come.

  Hard.

  “Oh god,” I cry out, shaking, jerking, and pinching Jackson’s skin with my fingernails.

  “Jesus, so fuckin’ beautiful.”

  I shudder and convulse until there’s nothing left, then I slump my head down onto his shoulder. He slides his fingers from my heat, and gently pulls my panties back.

  “I ain’t fucking you here, darlin’.”

  “I know,” I murmur into his skin.

  “Well, you best get
off my lap so we can go home.”

  I move quickly, not wanting him to change his mind. I slip over into my seat, and pull my seat belt on. Jackson stares at me for the longest moment, I’m almost sure he’s waiting for me to change my mind, and then he turns the car on and drives us home.

  Oh god.

  Is this really happening?

  ~*~*~*~

  SERENITY

  Something that is planned, makes it so much more awkward. When Jackson and I get home, we’re both acting like two teenagers who are about to have sex for the first time. Jackson gets himself a beer from the fridge as soon as we get inside, and I can’t help but watch his entire body, as he leans his head back and drinks it. Strong chest, hard abs, oh...and a very big erection. My heart begins to thud as I stare at the bulge in his jeans.

  “Somethin’ you like?”

  I snap my head up to see he’s stopped drinking, and is watching me. I thank the alcohol for the courage I have next, because I take hold of my dress and begin lifting it over my head. When I get it off, I drop it to the floor. Jackson’s eyes widen, and he murmurs a curse before walking around the counter, taking his shirt off as he goes. He reaches me, and grips my hips in his hands, pulling me close.

  “You sure you want this?”

  “Stop asking, Jackson,” I whisper. “I want you.”

  Without saying another word, he leans down and scoops me up, taking me up to his bedroom. We get in, and he sets me on my feet before locking the door. I peer around the large bedroom. It’s very manly and basic, big bed, manly colors, clothes thrown about everywhere, bed unmade. I stare at the bed, and suddenly my heart begins thumping. I’m about to have sex with the enemy. Oh god, oh...god.

  Jackson comes up behind me, pressing his lips to my shoulder, and I can’t bring myself to keep thinking about what a low life scumbag I am. All I can feel or think about, is his lips moving over my shoulder. The few men I’ve kissed, or the one I had dodgy sex with, were so inexperienced. Their kisses sloppy, their hands clumsy. Jackson is different. His hands are skilled, his lips gentle and perfect. He’s a man. He’s a real, experienced man.

  “We’re gonna go real slow, you hear me?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “You scared, you tell me. You hurtin’, you tell me.”

  “I will.”

  “Goin’ to take a lot to warm that sweet pussy up, what happened in the truck, it’s just the start.”

  I shiver. God, just the start? My legs quake, but thankfully Jackson lifts me again and deposits me down on the bed. I look up at him looming over me, and watch as he pulls back and begins unbuttoning his jeans. I’m inexperienced, yes, but I have seen enough to know what I’m in for. I know what to expect, but seeing Jackson slowly undress, seeing him slowly reveal more and more of his gorgeous, toned body, has my mind spinning. He lowers his jeans when he’s got them undone, and that’s when his erection springs free.

  Oh. My. God.

  I know it’s huge, because I have already caught a glimpse of it, but seeing it like this, up close, it’s even bigger. Well, it’s not so much long as it is thick. Damn. Oh damn. That’s not the best bit, oh no, the best bit is the tattoo running up the entire length of it. My eyes widen, and I can’t move my eyes from it.

  “A story we ain’t discussing now,” he says, answering my unspoken question.

  “I...I...oh...”

  “You wanna back out, you do it now...”

  I look up and meet his eyes. “No.”

  He grins slowly, sexily. “Then let’s do this.”

  He drops to the bed, and hooks his fingers through my panties, slowly lowering them down my legs. I watch his eyes grow hooded with lust as he glances down at my now exposed pussy.

  “Shaved baby, I thought so, but fuck...been a while since I’ve seen one so clean.”

  I flush and go to cover it, but he shoves my hand away. “Don’t hide, you’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

  He drops to his knees, gripping my leg and sliding his mouth up my calf. My head drops back into the mattress, and I groan loudly. He takes his time moving up my leg, circling his tongue around my knee, and up over my thigh. I can feel his heated breath near my pussy, and I feel myself clenching in anticipation.

  “Spread your legs, darlin’.”

  I do as he asks, and I gently spread them. I hear his hiss of air as I open myself to him. The cool air tickles my skin. He slides a finger up my slick heat, and growls.

  “Still wet, but I’m goin’ to make you even wetter.”

  Before I can ask what he’s talking about, he lowers his mouth to my pussy and captures my clit in his mouth.

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  I know for most women this is a common occurrence they come to expect, but for me, this is the first time I’ve ever felt it. The first time I’ve felt a tongue against my most sensitive flesh. The feeling is beyond anything I could have ever dreamed or imagined. I open my mouth to cry out, but nothing comes out. I can’t even make a sound as he sucks my clit into his mouth and begins flicking the end with his tongue.

  His mouth is so perfect, and I have no doubt the way he is working me is full of skill and experience. I can’t imagine it being this perfect for anyone else on their first time. I arch my hips, and finally a ragged cry leaves my throat. Jackson hums against my skin, causing tiny vibrations to shoot through my clit. This has a scream wrenching from my throat as he continues working me with his mouth.

  I know I’m going to come embarrassingly quick. I can feel it. My entire body is tight, my fists are clenched, and the pressure is overwhelming. When Jackson slips his finger inside me, I finally release. I scream out his name in a ragged rasp as my body begins to jerk with each shot of pleasure that travels through it. For a moment, I see nothing, I hear nothing; everything is just my senses. My body rising higher and higher, taking me somewhere I’ve never been.

  After a moment, my screaming becomes hoarse, and my orgasm dies down, until I’m lying there panting and out of breath. Jackson slides up my body, his mouth wet with my lust. He leans down, capturing my lips with his, letting me taste myself on him. It’s an erotic moment, and my body sparks to life yet again. I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. I kiss him deeply, taking his tongue, taking my own release. He groans and cups my breasts through my bra. Desperately, he reaches underneath me, not moving his lips from mine, and unclips it. I shuffle, and he tugs it off before finally moving his mouth from mine.

  He stares down at my hard nipples, and then looks back up at me, his green eyes so dark and piercing my heart skips a beat. “You want me to put them in my mouth, darlin’?”

  “Yes,” I rasp.

  He gives me a lazy half grin, before lowering his head and capturing my nipple in his mouth. I cry out, gripping his arms and thrusting my pelvis up until my pussy is rubbing against his erection. His skin is soft there, even though he’s hard, he’s also silky smooth. He moans deeply, and it vibrates through my nipple. He sucks and licks one, before moving to the other. By the time he’s finished, my body is pulsing for him once more.

  “You ready for this?” he says, letting his eyes search my face, as if wanting to see if I’m sure.

  “Yes, I’m ready.”

  “Goin’ to hurt, baby.”

  “I know.”

  “What I gave you then, that was the good part.”

  I grip his face. “I know.”

  “You on protection?”

  “No,” I whisper.

  He nods, and pulls back, leaning over to grip a condom from his bedside table. He tears the packet with his teeth, and rolls it over his erection. I watch, feeling lust rush through my body. His eyes are on me, the entire time he rolls that damned yellow condom over that damned gorgeous erection. When he’s finished, he moves back over my body.

  “You want it quick, or slow?”

  I feel the nerves in my stomach begin to flutter about. I try to remember how it felt bac
k then. I know it hurt. I know it was hard and quick. I don’t know if that’s the best way, or the worst. “I-I...don’t know.”

  He runs his fingers over my cheek. “I’ve been with enough women in my time, to know what hurts and what doesn’t. I’m goin’ to go easy on you, but you need to trust me, ok?”

  “I do,” I whisper, and I meant it.

  I trusted him.

  He nods, and presses his lips gently against mine, while using one hand to encourage my leg up around his hip. I do the same with the other one, opening myself as much as possible for him. I feel him at my entrance, but he doesn’t push for a long while, he just kisses me gently, softly, making my heart hurt.

  Then he pushes in, and everything stops feeling nice. I whimper loudly as he stretches me, and a burning pain fills the lower half of my body. All the books, and shows that make the first few times out to be pleasurable moments for a woman, were lying. It hurts. That’s just fact. It can be beautiful, but that doesn’t change reality. It hurts.

  Jackson pushes his hips in further, smothering a groan into my shoulder. I feel tears prick my eyelids as my body tries to accommodate him. I’m sure it didn’t feel like this the first time. I bite my lip, stopping the whimper as I shift to try and open myself more to him. He stops moving, and looks down at me, his eyes concerned.

  “Hurting baby?”

  I nod, still biting my lip.

  “You want me to stop?”

  I shake my head.

  “Are you sure...”

  I cut him off by thrusting my hips upwards, forcing his erection to slide the entire way in. My mouth opens in a rush of pain, and I lay like that, almost gaping, making a strange, pained sound.

  “Stupid girl,” he whispers, kissing my cheeks to try and soothe me. “Stupid, stupid girl.”

  I whimper, and tears slide down my face. It hurts. Will it always be like this? It’s not like it’s my first time, ok, it might as well be, but still. Jackson goes to pull out, but I grip his shoulders. Pain or not, I want this with him. I want him so badly. I don’t want him to pull away.

  “No,” I cry. “Please.”

  “Hush,” he soothes. “Hush darlin’.”

  “Please,” I whimper. “I want you. I want it to be you.”