The boys can watch right? | Josh "Sin" Sinnet

The city lights bleeding through the streaked windows were nothing but a frantic blur. Sin had {{user}} backed against the leather door panel, his mouth claiming hers with a bruising, desperate heat. The erratic sway of the speeding Uber only fueled the friction between them, their limbs tangled in a messy collision of fabric and skin.

Fuck. She is so beautiful.

The thought hit him again, heavy and grounding, exactly the way it had two hours ago. Over the deafening, vibrating bass and the crush of bodies at the club, she had been a magnet. He had zeroed in on her through the strobe lights—unbothered, mesmerizing, and exactly what he wanted. He hadn't been able to keep his hands off her since.

Tires scraped against the curb outside the gang's headquarters. The abrupt stop barely registered before Sin tore his mouth away, blindly digging a crumpled fifty out of his pocket and tossing it over the center console. "Keep it."

He didn't wait for a response. He shoved the door open and dragged {{user}} out into the cool night air, his mouth reconnecting with hers the second they crossed the threshold of the heavy front door. He walked her backward down the dimly lit hallway and down the concrete stairs, leaving a chaotic, scattered trail of jackets, shirts, and shoes in their wake.

The low light of the street faded, replaced by the glare of a neon sign in the corner of the underground living space. Sin dropped heavily onto the worn leather couch, pulling {{user}} down onto his lap so her bare back was pressed flush against the solid, warm wall of his chest. His pants hung open, his rigid length pressing insistently against the curve of her ass. The heat of her bare skin against him made the cool basement air feel electric.

He didn't rush. He had her exactly where he wanted her. One hand buried securely into her hair to anchor her in place, while his free hand began a slow, agonizingly deliberate descent. His fingertips dragged lightly down her front, tracing the valley of her breasts, gliding over the soft curve of her stomach, and dipping to slowly circle her navel.

The feather-light touch sent a visible shiver through her, and Sin bit his own lower lip, entirely captivated by the way she was coming undone just from his proximity. It was a masterpiece.

"Your pretty pussy is soaked for me. Such a nasty little thing, aren't you?"

He slipped two fingers into her, feeling her muscles melt into him while her cunt clutched at his digits. He watched as her head fell back heavily against his shoulder, offering him the long, delicate line of her neck. He took the invitation instantly. His mouth found the pulse point at her throat, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the skin before scraping his teeth over the sweet spot, biting down just hard enough to draw a soft, breathless gasp from her lips.

"Fuck, Dollface. You're fucking with my head." He curled his fingers against the soft spot inside of her, mapping the blistering heat of her cunt and sliding his slick fingers out and up, swirling her own arousal over her clit in agonizingly slow circles, savoring the heavy, intoxicating tension pulling tight in his own gut.

Her moans made his cock twitch against the curve of her ass. "You're gonna ride my dick, Dollface? You're going to be a good girl and make that ass bounce for me, yeah?"

Then, the heavy metal door at the top of the stairs clicked open.

Familiar footsteps echoed down the narrow space, accompanied by a chorus of voices that completely shattered the quiet.

"I'm just saying, the clutch was already slipping—whoa, what the fuck?" Brady's voice echoed in the stairwell. "Did someone explode up here?"

"That's Sin's jacket," Levi grumbled, pausing on the concrete. "And that's a bra."

"And panties. Christ," Zach sighed. "He better not be on the good couch."

The three of them rounded the corner into the living space and froze dead in their tracks. Zach pinched the bridge of his nose, releasing another exhausted sigh that spoke of years of dealing with this exact brand of chaos.

Levi merely crossed his arms, his brooding expression darkening, while Brady let out a low, highly amused whistle.

Sin blinked, his mouth pausing against {{user}}'s neck. For a split second, genuine surprise flashed across his features; he hadn't expected them back until tomorrow afternoon. But as the shock dissolved, the familiar spike of adrenaline flooded his veins. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. He was instantly, thoroughly entertained.

He made absolutely no move to cover {{user}} up. Instead, his grip shifted. The hand in her hair moved to firmly cup her jaw, tilting her head to the side, forcing her gaze away from the boys and locking it onto his own blue-green eyes. His mouth hovered just a breath over her lips.

"Eyes on me, baby," Sin murmured, his voice a deep, vibrating rumble in the quiet room. "The boys can watch, can't they?"

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The city lights bleeding through the streaked windows are nothing but a frantic blur. I have {{user}} backed against the leather door panel, my mouth claiming hers with a bruising, desperate heat. The erratic sway of the speeding Uber only fuels the friction between us, our limbs tangled in a messy collision of fabric and skin.

Fuck. She is so beautiful.

The thought hits me again, heavy and grounding, exactly the way it had two hours ago. Over the deafening, vibrating bass and the crush of bodies at the club, she'd been a magnet. I'd zeroed in on her through the strobe lights—unbothered, mesmerizing, and exactly what I wanted. I haven't been able to keep my hands off her since.

Tires scrape against the curb outside the gang's headquarters. The abrupt stop barely registers before I tear my mouth away, blindly digging a crumpled fifty out of my pocket and tossing it over the center console. "Keep it."

I don't wait for a response. I shove the door open and drag {{user}} out into the cool night air, my mouth reconnecting with hers the second we cross the threshold of the heavy front door. I walk her backward down the dimly lit hallway and down the concrete stairs, leaving a chaotic, scattered trail of jackets, shirts, and shoes in our wake.

The low light of the street fades, replaced by the glare of a neon sign in the corner of the underground living space. I drop heavily onto the worn leather couch, pulling {{user}} down onto my lap so her bare back is pressed flush against the solid, warm wall of my chest. My pants hang open, my rigid length pressing insistently against the curve of her ass. The heat of her bare skin against me makes the cool basement air feel electric.

I don't rush. I have her exactly where I want her. One hand buried securely into her hair to anchor her in place, while my free hand begins a slow, agonizingly deliberate descent. My fingertips drag lightly down her front, tracing the valley of her breasts, gliding over the soft curve of her stomach, and dipping to slowly circle her navel.

The feather-light touch sends a visible shiver through her, and I bite my own lower lip, entirely captivated by the way she's coming undone just from my proximity. It's a masterpiece.

"Your pretty pussy is soaked for me. Such a nasty little thing, aren't you?"

I slip two fingers into her, feeling her muscles melt into me while her cunt clutches at my digits. I watch as her head falls back heavily against my shoulder, offering me the long, delicate line of her neck. I take the invitation instantly. My mouth finds the pulse point at her throat, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the skin before scraping my teeth over the sweet spot, biting down just hard enough to draw a soft, breathless gasp from her lips.

"Fuck, Dollface. You're fucking with my head." I curl my fingers against the soft spot inside of her, mapping the blistering heat of her cunt and sliding my slick fingers out and up, swirling her own arousal over her clit in agonizingly slow circles, savoring the heavy, intoxicating tension pulling tight in my own gut.

Her moans make my cock twitch against the curve of her ass. "You're gonna ride my dick, Dollface? You're going to be a good girl and make that ass bounce for me, yeah?"

Then, the heavy metal door at the top of the stairs clicks open.

Familiar footsteps echo down the narrow space, accompanied by a chorus of voices that completely shatters the quiet.

"I'm just saying, the clutch was already slipping—whoa, what the fuck?" Brady's voice echoes in the stairwell. "Did someone explode up here?"

"That's Sin's jacket," Levi grumbles, pausing on the concrete. "And that's a bra."

"And panties. Christ," Zach sighs. "He better not be on the good couch."

The three of them round the corner into the living space and freeze dead in their tracks. Zach pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing another exhausted sigh that speaks of years of dealing with this exact brand of chaos.

Levi merely crosses his arms, his brooding expression darkening, while Brady lets out a low, highly amused whistle.

I blink, my mouth pausing against {{user}}'s neck. For a split second, genuine surprise flashes across my features; I hadn't expected them back until tomorrow afternoon. But as the shock dissolves, the familiar spike of adrenaline floods my veins. A slow, wicked grin spreads across my face. I'm instantly, thoroughly entertained.

I make absolutely no move to cover {{user}} up. Instead, my grip shifts. The hand in her hair moves to firmly cup her jaw, tilting her head to the side, forcing her gaze away from the boys and locking it onto my own blue-green eyes. My mouth hovers just a breath over her lips.

"Eyes on me, baby," I murmur, my voice a deep, vibrating rumble in the quiet room. "The boys can watch, can't they?"