Page 102 of Shamed
Although I’ve shown a measure of confidence up to this point, I don’t actually know what I’m doing. I don’t know what he likes. I don’t even know whatIlike.
“Tell me what to do,” I murmur after pulling back a fraction.
His hooded gaze holds mine for a lust-filled moment before sliding down to my sweater.
Apprehension seeps into the corners of my mind, certain he’ll tell me to take it off.
My arms . . . they’ll be the only thing in the room if I expose them.
“Take my belt off,” he says instead. “And undo my pants.”
I pull back, surprised but grateful, then immediately grasp the buckle of his belt to unclasp it. He lifts ever so slightly for me to slide it out of his pants and drop it to the ground, then I undo his button and zipper.
Hands sliding over his hips, I ask, “What next?”
His muscles strain, fighting against the cuffs like he’s dying to touch me in return. “Whenever you’re ready, take your panties off.”
Still not my sweater.
I’m sure he expected me to take my time, but I slip off the bed and pull them down my legs, kicking them aside without hesitation. I’m more than ready.
Mase’s eyes drop to my sex, growing impossibly darker. “Come here,” he rasps, licking his lips. “Take out my cock.”
Climbing back onto the bed, half naked, I straddle his thighs while my fingers fumble with his pants, tugging them below his ass. His cock is so hard and thick, and the veins running up both sides look like they’re pulsing.
I free him completely, then wrap my hand around the hard length, drawing a hissed curse from him.
So smooth. So warm. So ready.
“Touch yourself,” he grates out. “Make sure you’re ready.”
Hearing his voice, thick with need, as he tells me what to do makes me grow wetter. Ilikehim telling me what to do.
I drag my free hand down to my wet core, feeling the slippery evidence of my desire, while still holding him with my other hand.
“I’m so wet for you.” My cheeks flush at the admission, but I don’t look away. I don’t want to ruin this.
He swallows thickly, eyes trained on my hand between my legs. “Open the condom and roll it on.”
If I weren’t so turned-on, I might feel embarrassed that I’ve never done that before. Triston had a condom on before I could blink, and the whole thing started and finished within seconds.
And the other time—
No.
I cut myself off from that thought, not allowing it room in my mind.
Tearing the foil, I pull out the rubber, then work out the right way to roll it on.
Mase groans as I glide it down his shaft, eyes closing for a pleasure-filled second. “I fucking love the feel of your hands on me.”
Watching him, and seeing how much he wants this, sends a heady thrill straight through my belly to my pussy.
Leaning down, I kiss a path from his hip to his stomach, ghosting my lips across his skin as I glide up his chest, his muscles clenching and cuffs rattling as I go. I make my way up his neck, then hover over his mouth, but he lifts his head off the bed, killing the space between our lips.
A low sound scrapes along his throat. “Ride me. Use me, however you like.”
In other words,I’min control. I can go at my pace. I can stop if I want.
