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“Now do it the same way to your right nipple.” His hand travels over to his other nipple. “But this time, when you feel that bite of pain and pleasure, imagine it’s my teeth biting down on you and call my name.”

“Sin,” he sobs, the bedroom echoing with his bliss. All those nights in the dark, I heard him call my name, but now to see him up close under the soft lighting of the hotel room is exquisite. The swollen pink of his abused nipples, the pearly beads of precum on the tip of his hard cock, and the unmistakable lust in his blue-flecked eyes as he looks to me for direction. It’s sublime.

I need to know if it’s the same for him. “Is this better?” I demand. “Do you prefer me here in the light commanding you?”

“Yes,” he lets out on a sigh. His eyes are sleepy with pleasure.” So, so much better.”

Satisfaction fills me at his answer. I decide to give him a reward. “Keep your left hand on your nipple and slowly drag your right hand down. The entire time, I want you to think about how good it’s going to feel. Of all the ways I’m gonna tell you how to make yourself feel good once your tight fist is around your leaking cock.”

I watch as his hand trails over his stomach and past his jutting hip bone to circle his cock. “I didn’t say you get to touch yourself yet.” I bark.

His hand immediately releases his cock and hovers over it, awaiting my instructions. “You don’t get to touch it before I get to look at it up close.”

I get on my haunches and take an up-close look at Cassidy. I should have known that his cock would be as beautiful and fucking perfect as the rest of him. Standing up against a nest of black, neatly trimmed hair, it’s long and pink and hard. Like I said, perfect. Seized by an urge, I blow on it. It’s not strictly by the rules of this game we’re playing, but since I’m the one making the rules, fuck it.

His cock pulses as my breath hits it, and above me, Cassidy lets out an inarticulate cry. Knowing if I don’t move soon, I won’t be able to resist swallowing him whole, I rise from my haunches and resume my directions. “Now you can fist your cock.”

He takes hold of himself. “Tighter. I want your hand strangling your cock.” He tightens his grip. “Now I want you to slowly jack yourself.” He follows my instructions with slow, even strokes. “Just like that,” I say, feasting on the sight before me.

His breath shallows, and soon I can tell he’s aching to quicken his pace. “Please,” he says on a gasp. “Can I go faster? I need to go faster.”

“No,” I deny him, and he groans in frustration. “I know you want to go faster,” I tell him. “That every instinct is telling you to speed up, but I need you to do as I say. Can you do that for me, Cassidy?”

His hand is trembling with the need to come, but he holds back. He looks up at me, his eyes huge and adoring. “I’d do anything for you.”

Emotion chokes me at his words. When I can finally speak, it’s not direction that comes out of my mouth, but pure feelings.

“You’re so good. I thought if I let myself get close to you, I’d ruin that goodness, but maybe that’s not how it works,” I say, a revelation coming to me. “Maybe your goodness is what will save me. Maybe you’re my salvation.”

Unable to hold off any longer, I close the small distance between us. He lets out a sigh of relief at my nearness and leans into me. The scent and feel of his sweat-soaked skin against me is intoxicating. I bat away his hand from his cock and take possession of it in a punishing grip. I begin jacking in hard, brutal strokes. I feel him pulse in my hand, and then his back arches and he explodes all over my hand.

Chapter 22

Cassidy

“I’d do anything for you,” I tell him, and it’s no lust-filled promise that will lose its meaning when this moment fades. I’d do anything for Sin.

“You’re so good,” Sin says feverishly, “I thought if I let myself get close to you, I’d ruin that goodness, but maybe that’s not how it works,” he says, looking at me with something like hope in his eyes. “Maybe your goodness is what will save me. Maybe you’re my salvation.”

Mercifully, Sin finally closes the space between us. I let out a sigh of relief as I collapse into him, his strength keeping my shaking body upright. He bats away my hand from my cock and grabs it, his vise-like grip stroking me in a brutal rhythm. At the feel of his strong, possessive hand, I race toward an overpowering orgasm. My back arches in ecstasy as I explode all over Sin’s hand.

My body shakes from the aftermath, while I watch with awe as Sin releases my spent cock and brings his hand to his mouth and licks off all my come like he’s starving. “Mmmm.” He licks his lips. “Delicious.”

Then with both hands, he takes me by the head, then tilts my face up to his, and presses his mouth down on me.

He’s kissing me. He’s finally really kissing me.

It’s nothing like our previous kisses. It’s anything but chaste. It’s hot and all-consuming as his lips conquer mine with one dominant brush of his lips at a time. He tastes of brine and a hint of musk, and I go mad when I realize I’m tasting my own come. My lips part in a moan, and he slips his tongue inside. Every possessive stroke of his tongue radiates through my body and reawakens my cock, even though I’ve just cum harder than ever before.

It's not just the pleasure I’m reveling in, though. It’s that the feeling of connection I’ve always felt with Sin is finally being allowed to thrive. Hip to hip, mouth to mouth, there are no barriers holding us back from one another. It’s glorious.

He wrenches his mouth away.I try chasing it, but he evades me.

“Not enough,” he growls, slightly bending his knees and grabbing me by the thighs and hoisting me up. I intuitively wrap my legs around him, and he takes us to the bed where he throws me on the mattress and comes down on top of me, and locks his mouth back to mine.

I tear at his shirt. There’s a hotness in standing naked before him while he was completely clothed, but now I’m hungry to be skin to skin. Refusing to break the kiss, he shrugs out of his shirt, leaving me to explore the muscled hardness of his upper body. His skin is hot to the touch, and I memorize it as my own with each exploration of my hand.

Our hard cocks rub together, but neither of us chase the feeling to completion. We lose ourselves in each kiss. So caught up that time slips away and hours go by. Eventually, too-bright sunlight glares through the open blinds of Sin’s windows, and he breaks away from me with a curse to fumble for the remote. The blinds close, leaving us to darkness once again.

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