Page 41 of Shutter and Sin
He smiles again, pulling us apart a bit. “Touch it.”
“Is that thing even hard?” I ask before thinking.
He laughs quietly. “No. But you already know what it looks like at full capacity. We had sex, remember?” His hand gestures toward himself. “You certainly seemed satisfied after. You’ve been staring since I got in here. Touch it if you’re so curious.”
My hand twitches against his chest, a traitorous thing.
“I’m not going to…”
“Chickening out?”
“No.”
“So touch it.” He lets go of my neck and steps back, giving me just enough room to breathe. “I’m not touching you. That hasn’t changed,” he says, his gaze drifting down my body before meeting my eyes again. “But you… You can put your hands wherever you want.”
I stare at him, caught by the challenge in his eyes and the way he’s just standing there, completely open to me. He’s calling my bluff, turning my own game against me again. “I hate your guts.”
“You’ve said that already.”
“You need to hear it more.” It’s funny how the whole city fears this man. And then, there’s me…
“Touch my cock, and you can call me anything.”
My hands ball into fists. Everything in me yells to walk away and prove he has no power over me. Except he does. And he knows it. It shows in the arrogance of his grin that I’ll back out.
Alright. I’ll play too.
Maintaining eye contact, my hand slides south over his torso and belly, following the dark trail down to his cock. His smile falters, just slightly. My hand closes around his dick, and fuck, he’s massive. He sucks in a breath, his whole body going tense.
Not so controlled anymore, are you?
I grip the heavy, vein-ridged length of him and pull one long, torturous stroke. I squeeze just enough from base to tip to make the head flare a deep purple, the tip weeping a steady, desperate leak. His whole face twists, the cords in his neck bulging as he clamps his jaw shut, fighting the urge to whimper or break right then and there.
“I’m not impressed.” I keep my voice flat as I hold him, his pulse thrumming against my palm in a frantic contrast to my words.
“Liar.” His voice is rough. “Your hand says otherwise. You can’t even wrap your fingers around me.”
I move my hand again with more pressure, gripping his cock hard. His hips buck, driving himself deeper into my grip. “That’s just a reflex.”
“Is that right, you fucking tease?” he pants harshly, his control shattered as my hand glides slowly up his throbbing cock. “Then why the fuck haven’t you let go yet? You’re still wrapped tight around my dick like a desperate little cumslut, stroking every thick, veiny inch and milking me dry while I leak all over your greedy fingers. You just can’t stop jerking me off, can you? Filthy fucking addict.”
Good question. One I don’t have an answer to. So I just keep stroking his thick cock. My hand moves repeatedly, establishinga pace, really working his dick. His expression transforms, arrogance melting into desperate hunger as I stroke him.
Suddenly, his hand clamps around my throat, cutting off my air as he grins down at me. “There you go,” he rasps, watching me struggle to breathe while my fist works his shaft. “Keep going. Don’t stop jerking me off. You’re so fucking hot like this…can barely breathe, yet you still won’t let go of my cock. Such a desperate little whore for it.”
His free hand stays clenched at his side, shaking. “God, I want to fuck that pretty throat.”
The question comes out strangled as I twist my wrist, his hand still crushing my throat. He groans deeply. “Thought you… could wait.” I’m fighting for breath between words. “Thought you… had control.”
“I do.” But his grip loosens slightly, just enough to let me breathe better, his cock throbbing violently in my other hand.
“Doesn’t look like it.” I press my thumb against the tip, feeling him pulse in my hand. “Looks like you’re about to lose it.”
His eyes snap open, dark and feral. The man who runs an empire, who makes grown men tremble, is reduced to a desperate, cock-drunk mess by my hand. I’ve never felt more powerful in my life.
“You’re playing with fire,Vedma.” His voice is barely recognizable. “Jerking my cock like that… making me want to fuck you so bad I can’t think straight.”
“Maybe I like getting burned.”
