Page 89 of The Vigilant

“Goddammit,” I swore on an exhale, my fist giving my cock an angry, bordering on pain tug. The pleasure was a double-edged sword. A moment of relief for minutes of regret, knowing she was watching. Knowing she saw how I couldn’t control myself.

“Get the fuck out, Sutton,” I barked.

My arm started to tremble like when muscles are held in a position for too long and are on the brink of fatigue. But it wasn’t just my muscles. It was the whole of me that was on the brink of complete fucking capitulation. The brink of demanding everything from her and giving her no fucking choice. Her. Jon’s daughter.

Fuck.

“No.” Her voice cracked through my self-flagellating thoughts. “I’m washing your back,” she declared with the unmistakable sound of the lather of a washcloth.

I let out a long groan and tightened my hold around my girth, feeling it swell at the taste of her defiance…and all the things it made me want to do to her.

Air heaved in and out of my lungs, my vision swimming into focus on my cock, the length swelling through my fingers, the tip so fucking angry and dripping with precum.

I saved her life,and this was how she wanted to thank me?By having me torture myself to death?

I swore loudly at her first touch, as though it were a whip not a washcloth along the slope of my shoulders.

“Sutton…” I wasn’t above begging. Not anymore. Not when I couldn’t fucking see straight, my body in a fucked-up tug of war between the instinct to release and the need for restraint.

“Please don’t stop on my account,” she murmured, dragging the cloth along my shoulders in slow, rhythmic circles.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I shouldn’t do a lot of things I do,” she said, circling onto my mid-back. “You should know this about me by now.”

“I’m going to punish you for this,” I groaned, letting out a breath as I gave myself leave to stroke myself once. Twice.

“I like when you punish me.” There was no missing the hungry change to her voice. “But you know that, too.”

“Fuck…” I couldn’t hold the curse in, and I couldn’t hold my arm steady any longer.

The tiled space echoed the low rumble that broke from my chest, wrapping me in the sound of my own weakness as I began to pump myself.

“I just want to take care of you, too.”

Christ. There were many things that could bring a man to his knees, but nothing more than this strong, independent woman wanting to not only not fight me…but give me this.

Distantly I heard the sound of the washcloth hitting the shower floor, and then it was only her bare fingertips in the center of my back. On my spine. Sliding lower. Her hand turned when it reached the base of my spine, her fingers splayed down toward my ass.

Fuck.

“Sutton…” It was a warning. It was a wanting.

Warm electricity coiled low in my spine, the pressure building so tight with need and anticipation I could hardly fucking breathe.

“I’m going to punish you so fucking hard for this,” I choked out between the wet sounds of my hand jerking along my length.

I felt her breath on my back. “Good.”

And then she pushed her soap-slicked finger into my tight hole.

“Fuckkk.” Stars exploded behind my eyelids.

My cock swelled so thick, my piercings stretched the limits of my skin. Pleasure churned like a hurricane, and then her finger hit something that detonated me.

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