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“You should know,” I begin unbuttoning my shirt. “You’ve watched me do this so many times before.” As I shrug it off to leave my upper body exposed, the cool air hits my nipples, and they both harden. Sin’s eyes lock on them as if he can’t look away. My hand raises and takes turns rubbing each sensitive nipple until I hear a low, but unmistakable groan of arousal from Sin.

Relief floods through me at the sound. This hasn’t all been some fantasy. Sin really does want me. Emboldened, my hand travels to my chinos and quickly unbuttons them, and, with as much grace as I can, I push them down and step out of them, leaving me naked except for my briefs.

Sin’s eyes zero in on my hard cock. He seems especially fascinated by the spot of precum that clearly shows on the light cotton. He licks his lip, and it’s all the encouragement I need.

“All those nights at my window, I wondered what it would be like if you were in front of me.” My hands hook onto my briefs and pushes them down until they drop to the floor. “Where I could see your reaction as I took off my clothes off. As I touched myself.” I step out of them, and under his steel glare, I am standing completely naked in front of Sin Brandt. I let out a low, needy moan. “It’s better than I ever imagined.”

The hard bulge in his jeans tells me he likes it too.

Heady with the power of knowing he wants me, my hand goes to my cock and starts lightly stroking it.

Almost as if against his will, Sin stalks toward me. He stops a foot away from me. Close, but not nearly close enough.

It’s up to me to make him close the distance.

“You want to know what else I always imagined, Sin?” I ask, almost gasping from the combined pleasure of my hand on my cock and his rapt stare.

“Cassidy,” he warns, obviously sensing my next request. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“But I do,” I tell him. “I’ve wanted it for so long. Ached for it. Dreamt of it.” I look up at him pleadingly. “Please, Sin,” I beg, putting the last three years of desperation into my entreaty, “I need you to touch me.”

Chapter 21

Sin

“But I do,” Cassidy says. “I’ve wanted it for so long. Ached for it. Dreamt of it.” He looks up at me pleadingly. “Please, Sin, I need you to touch me.”

I’m a bad man. I’ve never tried to pretend otherwise, but with Cassidy, I’ve been the best I could be. No matter how close to the edge I let myself get, I kept my desire reigned in. But tonight, the combination of forcing myself to let Cassidy go, the rage-inducing jealousy of seeing that fucking biker touch Cassidy like he was his, and Cassidy’s seduction has pushed me past my every limit.

I try to give him one more chance to stop this. “There’s no going back from this,” I tell him.

He looks at me boldly, and with one simple word, he seals his fate. “Good.”

I feel the chains of my self-restraint fall free and let my desires and urges run wild as I let my eyes roam over Cassidy, standing naked and in front of me like an offering. He was right. This is so much better than watching him while being stuck in the shadows. From my spot in the dark, I missed the delicious details, like the way he bites his lip on every upstroke, and the almost musical cadence of his heavy breathing.

He becomes impatient under my gaze. “Aren’t you going to touch me?” he begs.

“Oh, I’m gonna touch you,” I promise. “I’m going to touch you until you beg me to stop. Until you don’t think you can come anymore, and then I’m gonna still keep on touching you, until I know your body has given me every shudder, every whimper, every drop of cum that it possibly can.”

He whimpers at my promise and instinctively leans toward me. I let him get close until we’re almost touching, and then take a step back.

He cries out in protest.

I chuckle meanly. “But first, I’m gonna watch you touch yourself like all those nights I watched you from the shadows, but this time I’m gonna show you how to do it right.” I let the power of this moment I’ve denied myself flow through me. “Now take your hand off your cock.”

“Sin—” he starts to protest.

“No.” I cut him off. “You may have started this seduction, but I’m gonna be the one to finish it.” I lock eyes with him. “Now do as I say, and take your hand off of your cock.”

He releases it, and places his arms at his side. “Good,” I say, and his skin flushes at the praise. I love watching the slight blush play over his pale skin and his obvious pleasure at pleasing me.

“Now, slowly run your hand up your rib cage.” He does what I ask. “Slower,” I correct him. “I want you to really feel the texture on your fingertips over the softness of your skin.”

His lips open in pleasure as he concentrates on feeling. I fight the urge to kiss them, but that’s for later. I know once I kiss him, I won’t be able to stop.

“Now circle your left nipple.” His finger traces around his pink nub, and it hardens under his touch. I can’t help licking mylips at the sight, craving the feel of his nipples under my tongue. “Now pinch it.” I order.

He pinches it. “Harder,” I demand. “I want you to feel the sting in your cock.” He pinches his nipple again, but this time, as he does it, his hips jerk forward, and he lets out a moan.

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