Page 74 of Ruthless with a Rogue
He nodded slowly.Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth, like she was trying to hold herself back.Like his frantic mathematical ramblings…were arousing.
“So, there’s one tiny problem,” he started slowly.“I haven’t had sex in ages.There’s a very good chance I may be a bit quick on the trigger.I was attempting to distract myself.”
Her hand squeezed, and a low groan ripped from deep in his chest.
“Fuck.Yes.This is going to be embarrassing.I’ve wanted your hands on me”—his gaze flicked to her mouth—“those lips.For far too long.”
She pulled down his smalls to mid-thigh.She licked her lips, eyes trained on where his length lay heavy against his stomach.“How long has it been, Derek?”
Could one die from anticipation?“Since the night you stole my clothes,” he gritted out.
His skin prickled.Her fingers hovered a breath away from him.Bloody hell.He could swear he could feel their phantom touch.
She traced a finger over his crown, sliding through where he was making a mess of himself.“That’s an interesting admission.”
Heat slapped his cheeks.He hadn’t thought of that.
“That is what?Less than a month?That’s not so very long, my lord.”
A tremor rippled through him.Everything felt upside down, inside out.He was at her mercy.Yet, she laced her dominance with deferentialmy lords.His body couldn’t decide whether it was meant to submit or take back control.
He scoffed to cover up his rattled thoughts.“A month isages—” His voice cracked as she pressed a kiss to the base of his length.“It’s—nrgh—It’s equivalent to a decade for a debased cove like me.”
“Do you know what I thought when I first met you?”She licked up his length, and he died.Hedied.
“I thought you were a tad melodramatic.I think my assessment was correct.”
Hmm.Theremightbe some truth to that statement.
Maybe.
And then his cock disappeared into her mouth, and he couldn’t remember what they were speaking of.The only thing he could process was the tight, slick glide of those sinful lips down his length.He’d known it’d be a pretty sight, that plush mouth split open wide around him.She moved over him slowly, tongue teasing along the underside until he was slick, each pass growing smoother, more fluid.Pleasure raced through him, building, building.She sucked on each upward glide, cheeks hollowing.His ballocks drew up tight.
No no no.It was too much.“Stop,” he said hoarsely.
She slid off with a pop, confusion clearing away some of the desire drenching her stare.He couldn’t have that.“Too good, love.And I do not come first.That would be inexcusable.”
Her lips twitched before she flattened them.“How gentlemanly of you, my lord.”
“You’re awfully fresh, you know that?”
She leaned forward until her mouth was just above his.“You bring out the worst in me.”She kissed him.Lazy lips lingering.“I do things I’d never have dreamed of doing.All because you said so.”
Want flooded his groin.“Then I have another challenge for you, clever girl.”
She pushed up on her hands, arms locked, golden tresses that had escaped her coiffure falling loosely around her face.She winged a brow.Ready.
“I want you to do exactly as I say.Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”Her response was instant, and he tried to ignore the way his chest filled with warmth.
“One palm on my chest.”She obeyed.“The other between your thighs.”And of course, she followed his direction beautifully, her hand settling over the heart of her unmoving.“Good girl,” he praised, his tone strained.He wanted to touch.So.Bloody.Badly.
Her lids lowered, but at this distance, his spectacles were obscuring his vision.And that wouldn’t do.He shook his head, and they flew off.Her eyebrows flew up, and he grinned.“I need to be able to see clearly for this, love.I want you to touch yourself like you would if you were alone.Show me exactly what you like.Because, Livy, I’ll be taking notes.I might not be allowed to touch you tonight, but you better believe that day will come.”
She let out a shaky breath and then her fingers began massaging, slow, light.
“You like to tease yourself, love?”Her fingers slipped out of rhythm at his words.“Let me guess.You like to press just enough to build that ache, but never touching exactly where you need it, never fast enough, never hard enough.”
