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Except he doesn’t touch me. He takes hold of my hand and guides it down…
“I told you that you would touch yourself to make me happy, didn’t I? Make me happy, Sasha. I need to know how you please yourself. I need to see you come by your own hand.”
This is not what I had in mind. The way he just spoke has made me break out in goosebumps, though. He really does want to study the way I touch myself, as if it’s of the utmost importance that he understands how I like to come when I’m alone. “Okay.” I’m breathless, the word barely there, but Rooke hears me just fine. He sits back on his heels, gently guiding my legs even further apart as I slide my fingers down over my pussy. I’m wet already. More than wet. I’m so turned on that I’m surprised, and maybe a little embarrassed. “God…”
“Don’t do that,” Rooke rumbles, his voice low. “Don’t ever be ashamed of your body. Especially when I can see how turned on you are. Do you have any idea what that’s like for me? Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
I bite my lip. He reaches out and takes my other hand, wrapping it firmly around his cock. He’s so fucking hard, it feels like it must actually be painful for him. I squeeze very gently, and his head tips back, his eyes shuttering closed.
“Fuck, Sasha.Jesus.”
Growling, he removes my hand, replacing it with his own. “I can’t do it,” he says. “I can’t even have you fucking touching me right now. I’ll end up hurting you.”
My eyes practically roll back into my head. How can he say things like that to me? The words just trip off the end of his tongue like they don’t matter, but they have a profound effect on me. He can’t have me touching him? He’ll end up hurting me? A statement like that should make me scared, especially after everything that’s happened, but the prospect of him losing control because of my touch, being rough with me, his hands hard on me, his teeth, his mouth, his body… It makes my head spin.
Slowly, I work my fingers over my pussy, rubbing in small circles over my clit. Rooke watches, fascinated. “Your body is perfect,” he says. “Your hands are the sexiest fucking things ever. I can’t stop staring. Slide your fingers inside yourself for me, Sasha. Show me.Show me how you fuck yourself.”
I never use my fingers to fuck myself. I always use my vibrator. It feels strange to be exploring my body, performing acts for the first time while Rooke watches on. I carefully do as he’s asked, and I slip my index finger inside first, followed by my middle finger. Rooke’s eyes are glazed over, filled with lust and need. He bites down on his bottom lip, groaning as I begin to pump my fingers in and out of my pussy.
“Fuck. Seriously.Fuck. Make yourself come for me. I want to see the moment when you tumble over the edge. I want to watch your body shake. I want to see your back arch. Your toes curl. Come on, Sasha. Do it for me.” As he talks, he works his fist up and down his cock, his grip getting tighter and tighter. The muscles in his arms are straining, right along with the muscles in his shoulders. His breath is coming out in short, sharp blasts. He’s so turned on right now. I can see the strain on his face. He wants to fuck me. He wants to slam himself inside me and make me scream, but he’s holding back. He just spent thirty minutes worshipping my body, massaging me, grieving over the pain I’ve suffered. He’s playing it safe.
I’m not normally the type of girl to take charge in the bedroom, but I need him to realize something. I need him to realize that I want him to be a little rough with me right now. I am so sick of people walking on eggshells around me. I am so sick of people looking at me with pity in their eyes. I may be bruised and I may be covered in cuts and scrapes, but I amnotbroken. I reach out and I place my hand over Rooke’s, my fingers curling around his cock. He shudders the moment I connect with him, a dark, sinister look forming in his eyes.
“Sasha…”
“Rooke. Don’t. Please. I need you to...” I don’t know how to finish the sentence. I need so much from him. I should never have allowed him past the wall I so carefully constructed after Andrew left, but now that I have it would be an impossible task to try and go back. He told me I was his, and every part of me responded to that statement. Iamhis. Heismy gravity. Every second spent away from himisa second wasted. When I was laying on my back in the museum, dazed and hurting, my head was filled with thoughts of him. If he turned around and walked out now, I would be devastated. I knew it would be like this. I railed against the idea of forming any sort of connection with him, because I knewthiswas how it would be.
“Tell me,” he says. “Tell me what you need.”
“Just…I need…you.”
“I’m an asshole but I’m not a fucking cunt, Sasha. I’m not going to fuck you like this. I won’t.”
“Please. I need you to. I want you to. I want you inside me.Right now.”
I can see how hard it is for him to stop himself from acting. I squeeze, tightening my hand around his, and he growls, the sound resonating deep in his chest. “If you don’t let go, Sasha…”
Screw this. He’s been pushy and arrogant the entire time I’ve known him, and now he’s turned into a gentleman? No. Justno. I move quickly, propping myself up on an elbow so I can lean into him. Maybe he isn’t expecting me to act so boldly, considering my battered state. He doesn’t react until it’s too late, though, and his rock solid erection is sliding into my mouth.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans. “What…the…fuck?”
Pleasure swells inside me. I’ve taken him by surprise for once. His thigh muscles tense as I work my mouth up and down his shaft, my eyes fluttering closed as I enjoy the taste and feel of him. I’m good at this. I know I am. I know, because Rooke’s whole body is shaking, trembling uncontrollably. He fists my hair suddenly, snarling like a caged animal.
“You’re playing with fire. Do you want me to fuck your mouth? Do you want me to? Because I’m three seconds away from me losing my shit, and then there’s no turning back. There’s no stopping once that happens.”
I look up at him, up the length of his insanely sculpted body, and I just look at him. I don’t need to speak. Rooke bares his teeth in response, gripping hold of my hair even tighter.
“All right. I want to feel your tongue, Sasha. I’m not going to be careful. I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to take it. All of it.”
Taking all of Rooke into my mouth is going to be a challenge for sure, but I’m so turned on right now. I’m ready for whatever happens next. I close my eyes, but Rooke gently taps my cheek with the tip of his index finger. “Eyes on me, princess. Don’t look away. I wanna see the look on your face at all times. I want you to watch my dick sliding into your mouth. I want you toseethe moment when I come, as well as feel it. As well as taste it.”
God. I’ve read about this kind of thing at book club—guys talking dirty, taking control of their women—but I had absolutely no idea just how heady being on the receiving end of that kind of dominance would be. It’s addicting. It’s strange and scary, but it’s also incredibly hot at the same time. Rooke rocks his hips back, sliding himself out of my mouth. Holding onto my hair, keeping me in place, he thrusts into my throat again, until I can barely fucking breathe.
“Shit! Holy fuck,” he gasps. “I’m so fucking deep.” Again he repeats the action, withdrawing, then thrusting back into my mouth. “Don’t stop teasing yourself, Sasha,” he commands. “I want your legs open wide for me. I want your fingers in your pussy.Now. Do it for me. Don’t make me ask you again.”
I am his to control. I might as well be a puppet on a string. I have no free will left now. All I have is the intense desire to please him, and I will do that by any means necessary. Rooke’s gaze is cast down between my legs, watching me as I fuck myself with my fingers. I can’t take my eyes off his face, though. His mouth is open, lips parted slightly. His brow is slightly furrowed, and there’s an expression of grim concentration on his face. He continues to thrust himself deep down into my throat, one hand tangled in my hair, refusing to let me move, and I can feel him getting harder and harder with each and every movement he makes.
“Goddamnit,” he groans. “You’re going to kill me, Sasha. You’re fucking going to kill me with that mouth of yours.”
