Page 52 of Rogue Voice

“Careful!” she squealed. “Your ribs!”

Though his cracked ribs were still healing—that was something he owed Cruz and Aguilar for and hoped to have the chance to deliver—she was so light that picking her up was no hardship. He set her down gently on the small bed.

Better.Much better.

“You’re so beautiful.” Suddenly, a shiver wracked her lithe body. “Are you cold?” he asked, surprised. He was fucking burning inside.

She shook her head quickly. “Nervous.”

Hell.

“Please don’t be, honey,” he said, running his hand gently along her body. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”Not ever.

She shook her head quickly. “No. I want to. But what if … what if your friends come in?” she asked, sneaking a peek at the door.

“They won’t. That’s not the kind of people they are. But I can lock it if it would make you feel better.” At her nod, Rogue got up and flipped the lock.

“Thank you.”

Rogue sat at the foot of the bed, watching her. “Now, I think you were going to show me something.”

A crimson blush spread along her cheeks and all the way down her neck. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself, Bea,” Rogue said. He took hold of her ankles and pulled her knees up, gently splaying her legs open. Wide enough that he could see her golden curls and those beautiful dark pink pussy lips.

“Are you sure? I don’t know if?—”

Rogue’s eyes drank her in. She was so fucking beautiful. “Show me how you do it, and then I’ll show you how I do it.”

Her eyes lit up with such curiosity, he almost laughed out loud. She nodded bravely. Then her hand reached down and the laugh died in his throat.

Rogue stared, transfixed, as her finger prodded delicately. He knew by the way her eyes narrowed in pleasure the moment she found the hooded pearl. But he needed to see all of her.

“Let me help you,” he said, opening her legs further. Fuck, but her pink pussy was beautiful. His hand moved to her breasts, the thumb and finger of each hand pinching her dusky nipples.

“Yes,” Bea whimpered. Her finger sped up, and now Rogue could see her clit peeking out from underneath its hood. His fingers itched to join hers. Fuck, he wanted to put his mouth on her. He wanted to beinsideher. But he kept his hands above her waist. He wanted to learn where she liked to be touched, the kind of pressure she enjoyed, everything he would need to know to maximize her pleasure.

Moments later, her belly quivered and her toes curled, her knees flattening against the sides of the bed. She put her handto her mouth, as if to drown out the noise of her orgasm, but he had a better idea. He brought his mouth to hers, drinking in the sounds of her pleasure. She tasted exquisitely sweet.

Eventually, her body relaxed. “I can’t believe I just did that,” she said softly.

“That was beautiful, honey.”

Rogue went to kiss her again, but she moved her head to the side, looking pointedly between his legs. His cock thickened even further under her gaze.

“You’re trying to distract me. It’s your turn, now.”

Bea

Rogue gripped himself much harder than she ever would have dared to touch him. Bea watched, mesmerized, as he used long, twisting strokes from base to tip. Every so often, he changed the grip, rubbing against the thick, purple head as he did so.

Unlike her, who had trouble keeping down the noise when she touched herself, Rogue was completely silent, his face a mask of concentration until he looked up at her—and smiled.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, flicking his thick mane of hair back. He hadn’t taken the time to tie it back, and Bea loved it this way.

“I’m not thinking,” she replied honestly. “But I like what I see.”

His strokes slowed down. “Do you want to help me?”

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