Page 58 of A Rogue's Rules for Seduction
He growled, “It’s takin’ all of my command over myself not to haul you up onto the railin’, plunge my hands up your thin skirts, and stroke your sweet little cunt until you come again and again.”
Never before had he spoken so crudely to her, but the words had been ripped from within. They’d been building inside of him, a volcano gone too long without erupting.
It was shadowed within the pavilion, lit only by the moon, but even in the semidarkness he sawthe blush suffuse her face, and heard her sharp inhalation.
“All I’ve dreamt about,” he rasped, “since I met you. Givin’ you pleasure. Hearin’ your sounds, and feelin’ the tightenin’ of your flesh around me as you came.”
She swallowed audibly as his fingers skimmed over the bare flesh of her arms. “You claimed otherwise, but for all I know, ever since you started courting me, you’ve been amusing yourself with other lovers. Maybe you’ve been rogering half of London while I played the part of deserted bride.”
His fists curled at his sides. “Why would I want to touch anyone who ain’t you? How can I take my pleasure with someone else? Since the night we first met, I haven’t fucked anyone. Only my hand.”
It was a bare, raw admission, one that left him utterly defenseless.
A long moment followed, his heart thundering in his chest. Everything mattered now, every expression on her face and word from her lips weighted with significance. It had all been building up to this reckoning.
“Whatever you demand,” he said, guttural, “I’ll give it to you. Not to earn your forgiveness, but to give you back everything I stole from you that mornin’. You want me to go, I’ll go. You want me to make you come, I’ll do that. Everythin’ you want is yours.”
Her gaze was a hot and palpable thing moving over his face and body, and he swallowed a groan as it lingered on his groin. There was no denying that his cock was impossibly hard, his loincloth doing nothing to keep him from tenting the front of his tunic.
“Show me,” she urged. “Prove to me that you’ve been true to me.”
“Anythin’.”
“If, in my absence, you’ve become such an expert in pleasuring yourself, I want to see your skill.”
He gaped at her. Surely, she didn’t mean...
“Do it,” she insisted. “You wanted me to use you—here I am. Using you. Take your cock out and make yourself spill while I watch.”
“Hell,” he growled, so excited he nearly came then and there.
“Now,”she ordered him.
Hands shaking, he tugged down the loincloth beneath his tunic. His pulsating cock sprung out, so incredibly hard even his own fingers barely met as he circled it. He groaned at the feel of his hand on his aching flesh.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered, her widening gaze fastened on the sight. “That’s... that’s... How do you... how can you... thesize...?”
“It’s big, sweetheart,” he admitted without pride because the proportions of his cock were a fact, “but never like this. Just with you.”
Though her eyes were hazy with lust, she shook her head as if trying to collect herself. “Stroke it. Slowly.”
“Fuck, yes,”he rumbled. Before he could do as she commanded, he licked his palm.
“God help me,” she whimpered.
“God ain’t helpin’ either of us now.” His attention never moving from her face, he wrapped his fist tightly around his cock and began to thrust into it. The fluid leaking from his slit coated his hand, and each stroke was delicious pain, shooting fire through him with the movements of his fist and instinctive shove of his hips as he watched her watch him.
Her eyes blazed with heat, her hands drifting up to cup her breasts, completely unaware of the movement. She had no choice but to find her own pleasure while seeing him chase his.
It was, by far, the most exposed thing he’d ever done. And he was so aroused that he had to clamp his teeth together to hold back his sounds of pleasure.
“Let me hear you,” she whispered, as if knowing his battle.
“I’m very... loud.”
“Even better.”
He let himself go, groaning his ecstasy. The sound echoed within the pavilion, and likely tore through the garden so that it could probably be heard in the house, but he didn’t give a fuck. The only thingthat mattered was watching her lips part and her eyes turn even more glassy with desire as he let her know exactly what she did to him.
