Seven Sexy Sins (9 page)

So he did, slowly, making it last as long as he could. He drew out her pleasure until in the end he was barely touching her, each little brush of his tongue, graze of his teeth or sucking of his lips making her teeter on the edge of the chasm, until eventually she pleaded for him to let her fall. And so he covered her sweet spot with his warm tongue, slid his fingers back inside her, and held her tightly across the thighs with his other arm as her orgasm exploded within her like fireworks.

Rusty let her lift herself off him and collapse onto the bed. He looked across at the sliding doors to see the twilight settling, and watched a moth hover around the lamp outside, although it didn’t come in. There were no lights on, but the full moon that hung low in the sky like a Christmas bauble lit the room, and as he turned his head to look at Faith, he saw her skin glowing, luminescent like an oyster shell. She looked as if she were made of marble, each muscle delineated by light and shadow, like a Greek statue of a gracefully reclining woman, sculpted with a careful hand.

She took his breath away, and for the first time since they’d slept together, Rusty forgot she was his friend, forgot she was Dan’s sister. She was beautiful and exotic, and he felt an unfamiliar rush of his blood, a thump of his heart. Not just desire, although there was that as well. But a kind of awe, of wonderment and admiration.

“Don’t move,” he said as she stirred, lifting her arm from her face. She stopped, arms above her head, and he lifted himself onto his elbow to look down at her, shivering at the way her pupils were so large her eyes seemed entirely black. He let his gaze skim over her, noting her sudden intake of breath, her unnatural stillness. He followed with his hand, tracing light fingers along the swells and valleys of her womanly figure, across the hills of her breasts, into the dip of her navel, the small hollows beneath her hipbones.

He moved his fingers where his mouth had been, just a light brush, revelling in the way she was so wet and swollen, rich and velvet, before continuing up her body once again. Her eyes glittered in the darkness, reflecting the moonlight, and he shuddered as he lowered his lips to hers. He knew she wasn’t religious, but he’d also seen the books on the shelf in her flat on pagan rituals and goddess celebrations, the strength and compassion of womankind. He felt an intense awareness of the difference of her sex, sensing the power of fertility and creation lying dormant within her, and the cycle of the moon reflected in her body.

What was wrong with him? Had she cast a spell on him? His lips hovered above hers, caught in a brief second of time. Her arms were above her head, her hair wild and mussed, and she was breathing heavily, even though her body should be calming down by now. He brushed her lips with his own and watched her breathe in, knowing she would be able to smell her own arousal on him, feeling himself harden at the thought. She opened her mouth, and he dipped his tongue in and kissed her deeply. His hand cradled her head, his other arm tucking underneath her to bring her closer to him. For maybe the first time, he let the full force of his passion, his desire for her, show in the kiss, and when he finally released her, she was gasping, her chest heaving, her mouth bruised and red.

He felt a fleeting surge of guilt. He had to remember this was Faith in his bed, Dan’s sister, the young girl he’d fancied for so long but, in spite of her two partners, was still innocent, still fresh. He had to remember to treat her tenderly, to respect her. To let her lead the way.

She didn’t say anything. She pushed herself up and climbed off the bed, then reached out a hand to bring him to sit facing her. Keeping her dark eyes fixed on his, she sank between his legs onto her knees. He was so turned on he couldn’t have got any harder. Breathing heavily, leaning back on his hands, he watched as she studied his erection with interest. He swallowed as she closed a hand around him and gently revealed the swollen tip, casting him one final, hot glance before lowering her mouth onto him.

He tipped back his head and held his breath as she began to move her head up and down. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue tantalisingly rough on his sensitive skin. He looked down, watching her release her hair from its clip so it fell around her face, then sweep it to one side so it brushed against his thigh, silky soft.

He groaned aloud, gasping as she began to take him deeper and deeper inside her mouth. He moved his hand to rest against her head and slid his fingers through her hair, unable to stop moving his hips forward with each dip of her mouth. But she didn’t seem to mind and gave a deep sigh low in her throat, lifting herself up slightly so she almost swallowed him whole.

It didn’t take long, only minutes, before he’d reached the end of his self-control. “Faith…” His hand tightened in her hair, and heat flooded through him, focussing in his groin. She hadn’t lifted her head, and he hoped she was ready, because he couldn’t hold back. He came in her hot mouth, totally unprepared for the way she took everything he had to give. As he cried out, she stroked his thigh as he had hers, and only lifted her head when he finally collapsed back on the bed, eyes closed, completely spent.

He felt her lift herself up onto the bed to sit astride him. He opened one eye and saw her studying him with a flicker of a smile.

He opened the other eye and blinked, staring as she lowered her head a little more so he could see her expression in the moonlight. “Now,” she told him huskily, “whenever we’re in public, sitting with Dan and Eve and Toby, and I do this—” she licked her lips, “—you won’t see me as Dan’s little sister, or the skinny girl with braces you used to torture with crickets and cockroaches. You’ll think of my lips around you, and me taking you deep inside my mouth, swallowing as you come. Okay?”

He nodded, wide eyed, not trusting himself to speak.

She looked into space, considering. “Tastes salty,” she said. “Nice.” She licked her lips again. “Want a bit of chocolate?”

Chapter Nine

On Tuesday, Faith turned up at Rusty’s high school, carrying two trim lattes in takeaway cardboard cups. She knew he had a free period just before lunch, and she hoped to catch him in his classroom.

She hadn’t spoken to him since Sunday morning. After their intense exploration of oral sex on the Saturday evening, he’d curled up around her and they’d watched the moths play outside around the lamp and the moon rise slowly in the night sky, yellow and heavy, like a bowl of cream. He hadn’t said much. She’d tried to lighten his mood, but he’d been unresponsive and monosyllabic, and eventually she’d let him pull her tightly to him, content to drift off to sleep in his arms.

The following morning he’d been pleasant and affectionate, kissing her deeply before he left, but still quiet, and she’d puzzled about his frame of mind for the next couple of days. He’d never been a particularly moody man, and she was unsure what had made him so reserved. To be honest, she was worried she’d shocked him. She knew he found it difficult to think of her as anything other than Dan’s little sister, whatever he said to the contrary. Was it possible he really had been helping her out of a kind of twisted, familial desire to look after her? Perhaps her dirty talk had made him realise she thought about sex with him in a different way from, for example, him giving her driving lessons or teaching her how to play the guitar. If he thought of himself as an alternative big brother, she could only imagine how much she’d freaked him out. Surely, that couldn’t be the case, though? It would be pretty warped if it were.

After two days of worrying about it, she’d decided to confront him, and that was why she was bringing coffee to his classroom. She’d been to the school before, and she’d popped into the reception to pick up her visitor’s sticker before circling the edge of the main buildings. His room was right at the end of a new block, the classrooms still smelling of fresh paint and carpet glue, which Rusty worried would make the kids high as kites if they spent too long with the windows shut. The new rooms had air conditioning and data projectors fixed into the ceilings, and she knew he loved the muted blue carpets and light blue walls, and the way he could see through the glass partition to make faces at his colleague in the next classroom when the students had their backs turned.

She ran lightly up the steps and along the pathway, opened the door to his room and walked in. She stopped abruptly.
Crap
. He was in there, but so were half a dozen students. “Oh I’m sorry, I thought you were on a free.”

“I am.” He was sitting back in his swivel chair, his feet on his desk, amused at her horrified face. “These nuisances won’t leave me alone.”

The six girls looked over at her, interested in seeing Mr. Thorne’s guest. They weren’t wearing uniform, which put them in year thirteen. “Hello,” said one cheekily, and the others giggled.

“Hi.” Faith backed toward the door. “I’ll come back later.”

“No, come in.” He beckoned her forward and sat up. “Actually you’re the perfect person. Andrea here was just talking about taking journalism at uni.” He indicated the girl nearest to him, a pretty, earnest-looking blonde, and then pointed at Faith. “Miss Hillman’s a journalist.”

“Oh?” Andrea’s eyes widened.

Faith hesitated before walking into the room. She twisted one of the cups out of the cardboard carry tray and handed it to him. He met her eyes briefly, smiling. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She took out her own cup and perched on the edge of his desk, facing the girls. “So you fancy it as a profession?”

Andrea shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Maybe. I write for the school magazine, and Miss Chapman lets me help out with the press releases. And I’ve had a couple of pieces in the local paper.”

Faith nodded, impressed. “That’s a great start, at your age. Are you good at English?”

“It’s my best subject.”

“And history?”

Andrea grinned at Rusty. “Well, obviously.”

Faith smiled. “History is a great subject to study if you want to be a journalist. The essay skills, the analysis of social events and primary sources, the politics, the general background… They’re all invaluable for anyone who wants to work in the field.”

“I keep telling them,” said Rusty. “I don’t think they take me seriously.”

“‘You have to know the past to understand the present.’”

“Dr. Carl Sagan had a point. Listen to Miss Hillman, girls. She knows what she’s talking about.”

One of the girls was frowning at her. She turned and whispered to her friend, who looked over at her, wide-eyed. Faith felt a sudden surge of concern.

“Oh my God,” said the first girl. “You’re Faith Hillman. The one with the website.”

“Ah…” Faith stared at her, panic rising. “What are you doing reading that? It’s R16.”

“I’m seventeen,” said the girl. Her friend elbowed her and whispered something else. They both looked across at Rusty, and giggled.

“No, no, no,” said Faith hurriedly.

“Are you Beau?” one of them asked him, looking thrilled, ignoring her.

“No,” Faith said, more sharply, her cheeks flushing at the thought that these teenagers knew she’d had oral sex over the weekend, and had a pretty good idea with whom. “He’s not. Rusty and I are just friends.”

They all stared at her and then started giggling again. She glanced at Rusty. “Oh. I guess they don’t know your nickname.”

“Well, they
didn’t
.” He stood and started shooing them out like chickens as the bell for lunch went. “Go and get some sunshine you lot, you’re all white as vampires.”

“You want to be
alone
…Rusty?”

“That’s Mr. Thorne to you. Stop being cheeky. Go on.” He opened the door for them and ushered them out before coming back in, locking it behind him.

“I’m sorry.” She felt awful. “Have I put my foot in it?”

He laughed. “Nah. You know what kids are like. Fascinated with anything that involves teachers’ home lives. They think we live at school. They spent ages trying to find out my first name. That little nugget of information will keep them quiet for a while.” He perched on one of the desks and smiled at her. “Thanks again for the coffee.”

“You’re welcome, again. Rusty…I’m sorry I came by… I just wanted to check we’re all right.”

He tipped his head at her. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“I…I wanted to say…”
Spit it out, Faith
. “Did you want to, um, end our contract?”

He studied her for a moment. Then a smile lit up his face. “Hell, no.”

A wash of relief made her inhale, and she couldn’t stop a big smile spreading across her own face. “Oh. Thank God.”

He laughed, but a frown marred his forehead. “Why would you think that?”

“It’s just… I thought maybe you were having second thoughts.”

He cleared his throat, looked at his coffee cup and took a long swig. Afterward he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before smiling at her again. “No.”

“Oh. Okay. Not feeling particularly effusive today, either?”

“What do you want me to say, Faith?” He sobered, his eyes taking on an intense look. “Do you want me to say I wasn’t shocked by what happened Saturday night? Because I can’t. I
was
shocked.” His gaze rested on her mouth, and she had a sudden, vivid recollection of him kissing her, his hand arousing her with gentle strokes. “I knew you’d be dynamite in bed. But I didn’t expect you to be quite so…” His eyes went slightly glazed, as if he was remembering something too. They lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

Her heart thumped. He thought she was dynamite. “So…”

He smiled. “So…what sin’s next?”

She studied him. The mischievous look was back in his eyes. His mood seemed to have lifted. She still wasn’t sure what had got into him, but she was glad he was over it. “Gluttony. Food.”

“I’m guessing we’re not talking a four-course meal here.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“What
are
we talking?”

“That’s going to be a surprise. But I do have a task for you.”

“Oh?”

“The next location. How would you like to organise it?”