Devil In The Waters // Book 9 // Chapter 9

Devlin set her naked back on the leather couch with her arms still around his neck. The cold leather got her to gasp and Devlin stole it with his mouth. Kissing was a rarity between them, and she was perturbed with him today, so she turned her face away, running her nails through his thick black hair. He rose above her, one knee on the couch seat, his other foot on the floor, stroking her thighs and knees, pushing her legs so she would unhook them from his middle, then laying her calves on his shoulders.

“These fucking legs,” he growled, large masculine hands going up and down, white-gold Patek Philippe on his wrist, French cuffs and cuff links matching his watch. There was something so sexy about being naked with him when he was still clothed. She wished she’d worn stockings today. As it was, the sight was still insanely erotic: her long, toned legs, her rose-flower panties, her black Gucci pumps with the four-inch gold stiletto heels. Devlin had paid for this expensive apartment solely as a place for them to fuck in.

She gripped his tie and pulled it, encouraging him closer, but when she tried to undo the knot, he stopped her. “I’m keeping it on.”

“Your tie?”

“All of it.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re going to fuck me in your suit?”

“This is what I’m wearing tonight. I want your smell on me. I want to breathe you all night long.”

“You’re crazy,” she whispered, writhing on the couch seat, hungry for more of his touch.

“I’m wearing your scent tonight.” His hand went to her collar, spread out full breadth, and her nipples ached. If only he’d squeeze them as hard as she’d squeezed his. She arched her back again, put one arm over her head on the sofa pillow, thrusting her chest toward him, closing her eyes. Devlin’s hand slid down her torso, collar to sternum, brushing over her nipples and getting her groaning. His hand curled at her navel, the backs of his fingers sliding on her skin now, diving under her panties and ruffling through her pubic hair.

Now she let go a plaintive cry of forbidden pleasure at his touch. His fingers slipped through her flooding wetness. “What if Josh smells you on me and doesn’t go tonight?”

“He’ll miss out on a lot of fun. What, you think Joshy will smell my aftershave on you and go wild? Just get crazy—take you into the backseat and try to prove to you you’re his?”

“I am his,” she said, raking her fingertips down his hard thighs.

“You’re not all his,” he said with a movie-villain chuckle, easing two large fingers inside her, not very deep, but reminding her canal of his large intrusion and the need to be prepared. But she gushed. She could feel how she gushed. Some days this last while she couldn’t wait to meet Devlin. Got the shakes when the time came near where they might find time to meet here in his apartment this way. Her pussy had been conditioned to behave for Devlin. He provided some deep dark thing she needed; her brain, her body, her pussy. She humped against his hand. Loving the feel of how slick she was, and how easily his greased fingers worked in and out of her. Devlin loomed over her, loving his effect, watching her go into heat for him.

His fingers left her, stroking up the plump curled lips of her entrance, so engorged and full for Devlin. He eased down the waistband of her panties, sliding them down slowly to reveal her pussy. She sucked in her stomach, showed off her toned stomach and the muscles at her hips; she’d been working out again and nowadays she thought of Devlin’s eyes on her when she did.

He urged her legs to one shoulder now, ducking his head to accommodate them, then slowly ran the panties up her legs, then off her feet, snagging the dampened crotch on one Gucci heel. With her balled panties in one fist, he parted her legs, opened them again so they were spread wide, her pussy bared. She put one foot on the back of the couch, the other planted stiletto-down onto the leather seat behind Devlin. He brushed the back of his hand up her wetness, making her shudder, then showed her he was putting her panties in his jacket pocket.

“You’re going back to the office without these.”

She gasped as if it were the most outrageous thing she’d ever heard. “No panties at work?”

“Not the first time, Kimmy. Besides, I want your pussy bare when you drive your husband to the subway.”

Something rolled over in her guts. No, higher—high enough to bump against her heart. She thought of driving Josh tonight, making chit-chat, being nice but knowing she was sending him off to danger; knowing Devlin sought to arrange Josh where his wife wanted him.

Which was where?

It was like she was offloading this complicated puzzle to someone else. Didn’t she have the nerve to deal with Josh herself? If she did, she would tell him the truth. Confess her sins and let the dust settle and see where he’d left her.

But that was dull and unexciting.

Surrendering her husband to the whims of this devil was thrilling and dangerous, and it sparked light in her darkest corners, made things hot and electric, sizzling bright life through her synapses. She couldn’t live in sin. She couldn’t stop with Devlin, not yet. If she confessed, Josh would leave her.

There was nothing left to lose.

She held the fine fabric of his lapels in her grip as he fingered her again. She said, “He’s coming to meet you tonight.”

“You’re delivering him to me.”

She bit her lower lip as a thrilling, wild wave of pleasure washed up from her core. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Not at all, Kimmy. But I want him to smell your heat before he leaves you. Smell your sex, smell your arousal.” He drew his finger up now and touched them on her lower lip.

She said, “And then smell me on you.”

He slipped a finger past her lips, but she turned her head and complained.

Devlin rose to his knees again, her legs on either side of him, and began to draw down his zipper. She could make out the bulk of his hard cock under the fabric; engorged but hanging down one pant leg. He said, “You need it so bad. You’re aching for it.”

Devlin hauled out his cock, having to shove down his pants to withdraw the monstrous thing, the leather harness of his silk braces pulled to their limit. When it was out it fell to hang heavily between her open thighs. Long and thick, the head a massive swollen thing, the skin stretched tight and shining now that it was out and still growing. She watched the veins begin to rise on the shaft.

“Fuck, I love your cock,” she said.

He held it in the middle and began to stroke the topside of the head against her opening. The sticky clicking sound drove her wild, and when she flexed her stomach, the sweat of her arousal flooded more, trickling down her ass crack onto the leather.

“Please, fuck me,” she moaned, writhing, lifting her arms over head and tucking them under the sofa pillow. The sight of him this way, so dominant and masculine and nefarious, excited her in a whole different way—the suit showed his power, his status; the apartment purchased to fuck her in showed his wealth; the size of his manhood showed his masculinity. No wonder she couldn’t stop fucking him.

He wedged the plum of his cock head into the slick cushion of her canal, then began to push inside her. As he pierced her tightest ring, she flexed her thighs and pushed herself into the couch, holding her breath. At last he was inside her, her muscles surrendering their futile contraction, loosening and allowing the oversized intrusion. The fullness was incredible. The intense stretch was something she craved when she was with Josh. And she was so wet the discomfort of his size washed away in seconds and was replaced with a rising tide of deep pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” she sighed, as though what she’d needed had arrived at last.

He pushed in and out in short strokes, his cock still enlarging, even inside her. “You feel so fucking good, Kimmy,” he said.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, crossing her eyes with a forearm, a dark desirous question bubbling up to her surface: “What are you going to do to my husband?”

“We’re not watching superhero movies.”

She panted: “What are you— Ah, what are you going to do?”

He pushed deeper. “Baseball. Bourbon. Cigars. Strip club.”

She scowled under her forearm. “Don’t you dare.”

“Trust me, anything Josh or I see in a strip club is going to be a letdown when we both have you.”

She moved her arm away and sneered. “You don’t have me.”

“Strange thing to say with your pussy gripping my cock.”

“You’re such an asshole,” she sighed, arching her back, showing Devlin her throat, letting his hand stroke it.

“I’m going to make him a man. I’m going to point out to him the man inside, and if he doesn’t find it that way, he never will.”

“Josh is a man.”

“Strange thing to say with your—”

She swatted his cheek and then wedged her thumb webbing into his mouth, saying, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Devlin chuckled, easing his hips back, easing them forward, throbbing pleasure emanating from the tight stretch he delivered so deep. He bit the meat of her thumb carefully. No pain, just the clamping sensation, and she moaned and rolled her head on the sofa’s arm pillow. Devlin thumbed her chin while he fucked her and clamped her thin hand in his mouth.

Devlin grumbled, “Do you think he’ll find that man, Kimmy? Do you think he can find it inside him?”

“Yeah,” she gasped, unintended doubt curling her tone. What man was he to find?

Devlin chuckled, hooked a hand under her knee and brought her leg bending high toward her chin. He released his teeth-clamp on her hand, rolled her over, hoisting her hips like she was weightless, getting her face down on the couch, the leather rubbing her nipples in an amazing way. His cock stayed inside her the whole time—but when he pushed inside from this new angle, her eyes rolled up in her sockets and she whimpered a low sound of ecstasy. She kicked one foot behind him, the other knee and toe-point sagging to touch the floor.

Though fear for Josh fluttered around her heart, something deeper, something strangely maternal, resisted compassion. Like a part of her wanted Josh challenged. Believed a challenge was good for him. Devlin fisted her hair and pulled her head back. She chuckled and moaned with delight and pain. He’d curved her like a C-shape, her stomach pushed into the cushion, her back arched; the way his cock stretched her had her whole body shaking. His cock was stiff and straight, and bowed like this, fucked deep from behind, pushed the point of his tremendous length on some visceral button. An orgasm shuddered through her and her bladder loosened. Everything below her tummy went into a five-alarm frenzy. Her thighs shook and trembled and she grunted in tight coughs as her orgasm intensified. Her liquid pattering tinkled on the couch.

Devlin lowered, clung to her back, letting go of the bow he’d stretched her body into. He said in a low rumble near her ear.

“We’re going to get Josh’s little balls swollen like melons. He’s going to have weapons-grade blue balls. All he’s going to think about is me and you.”

“Oh-okay,” she panted.

“I swear to you, Kimmy,” he growled, “I’m going to have Josh begging you to fuck me.”