Page 61 of Dangerous Men

“Take off your shirt for me, darling,” he says. “I want to see you. All of you.”

I wriggle out of it, tossing it aside.

“Panties, too.”

I hesitate, my fingers pausing on the waistband of my underwear. I’ve never done this before, and I’ve only had phone sex once, years and years ago. Suddenly, I’m nervous, too conscious of how I must look right now.

“Now, Sydney,” Alec snaps. “I don’t like having to ask twice.”

The command in his voice sends a surge of heat throughme, and I obey, pulling my underwear down my legs and kicking them off.

“Lay back, darling,” Alec says. I hear a zipper, and glance at my phone to see him opening his pants. “Let me see all of you.”

I lay back against my pillow, arching my back.

“Good girl,” he praises, voice breathy. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Are you wet for me, darling?”

I nod, biting my lip.

“Show me.”

Slowly, I slide my hand down my body, over my stomach. I let my legs fall open as I reach down, gliding a finger over myself. Just that tiny bit of friction is enough to make me gasp, my nerves overly sensitive.

“That’s it,” Alec’s voice is guttural. “Fuck, I wish I could taste you right now.”

I glance at my phone, working myself with my fingertips, and?—

Holy.Fuck.

Alec’s cock is out, jutting from his open pants, and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. He’s huge, intimidatingly so, and as his fingers trail over his hard length, I think back to the party, to him stretching me open with three fingers. He and Ash were right. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, to prepare me to take all ofthat.

“You look so fucking beautiful, Sydney,” he breathes, gripping himself.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” I admit, with a small smile.

He smirks.

“Yeah? Do you like this, darling?” Alec squeezes the base of himself as he asks it, and his cock jerks in response. A bead of precum glistens on the tip, sparkling in the low light.

I nod, biting my lip. I do, I do like it.

“Show me,” he tells me. “Let me see how much you like it.”

Knowing what he wants, I let my thighs drift open a little more, using my fingers to show him exactly how much I like the view.

“Fuck, I love watching you touch yourself, sweetheart,” he says. His hand moves over himself, quickening. “Do you have a toy nearby? I want to see you fill that greedy little cunt.”

A toy? My pulse quickens.

I don’t. I owned a bullet vibrator years ago, but Chase guilted me into getting rid of it. He said it made him feel like I didn’t trust him to get me off properly. Only sluts use toys, he’d told me.

Funny, now that I think about it. That vibrator did a much better job than he ever managed to. Maybe he was right to be a little jealous.

I shake my head in answer to Alec’s question, and the hand touching himself pauses.

“No toys?” he asks.

Swallowing, I tell him. “No. I uh… I don’t own any.”