Page 25 of Sin (Salvation #1)
Sin
“But I do,” Cassidy says. “I’ve wanted it for so long. Ached for it. Dreamt of it.” He looks up at me pleadingly. “Please, Sin, I need you to touch me.”
I’m a bad man. I’ve never tried to pretend otherwise, but with Cassidy, I’ve been the best I could be.
No matter how close to the edge I let myself get, I kept my desire reigned in.
But tonight, the combination of forcing myself to let Cassidy go, the rage-inducing jealousy of seeing that fucking biker touch Cassidy like he was his, and Cassidy’s seduction has pushed me past my every limit.
I try to give him one more chance to stop this. “There’s no going back from this,” I tell him.
He looks at me boldly, and with one simple word, he seals his fate. “Good.”
I feel the chains of my self-restraint fall free and let my desires and urges run wild as I let my eyes roam over Cassidy, standing naked and in front of me like an offering.
He was right. This is so much better than watching him while being stuck in the shadows.
From my spot in the dark, I missed the delicious details, like the way he bites his lip on every upstroke, and the almost musical cadence of his heavy breathing.
He becomes impatient under my gaze. “Aren’t you going to touch me?” he begs.
“Oh, I’m gonna touch you,” I promise. “I’m going to touch you until you beg me to stop. Until you don’t think you can come anymore, and then I’m gonna still keep on touching you, until I know your body has given me every shudder, every whimper, every drop of cum that it possibly can.”
He whimpers at my promise and instinctively leans toward me. I let him get close until we’re almost touching, and then take a step back.
He cries out in protest.
I chuckle meanly. “But first, I’m gonna watch you touch yourself like all those nights I watched you from the shadows, but this time I’m gonna show you how to do it right.” I let the power of this moment I’ve denied myself flow through me. “Now take your hand off your cock.”
“Sin—” he starts to protest.
“No.” I cut him off. “You may have started this seduction, but I’m gonna be the one to finish it.” I lock eyes with him. “Now do as I say, and take your hand off of your cock.”
He releases it, and places his arms at his side. “Good,” I say, and his skin flushes at the praise. I love watching the slight blush play over his pale skin and his obvious pleasure at pleasing me.
“Now, slowly run your hand up your rib cage.” He does what I ask. “Slower,” I correct him. “I want you to really feel the texture on your fingertips over the softness of your skin.”
His lips open in pleasure as he concentrates on feeling. I fight the urge to kiss them, but that’s for later. I know once I kiss him, I won’t be able to stop.
“Now circle your left nipple.” His finger traces around his pink nub, and it hardens under his touch. I can’t help licking my lips at the sight, craving the feel of his nipples under my tongue. “Now pinch it.” I order.
He pinches it. “Harder,” I demand. “I want you to feel the sting in your cock.” He pinches his nipple again, but this time, as he does it, his hips jerk forward, and he lets out a moan.
“Now do it the same way to your right nipple.” His hand travels over to his other nipple. “But this time, when you feel that bite of pain and pleasure, imagine it’s my teeth biting down on you and call my name.”
“Sin,” he sobs, the bedroom echoing with his bliss.
All those nights in the dark, I heard him call my name, but now to see him up close under the soft lighting of the hotel room is exquisite.
The swollen pink of his abused nipples, the pearly beads of precum on the tip of his hard cock, and the unmistakable lust in his blue-flecked eyes as he looks to me for direction. It’s sublime.
I need to know if it’s the same for him. “Is this better?” I demand. “Do you prefer me here in the light commanding you?”
“Yes,” he lets out on a sigh. His eyes are sleepy with pleasure.” So, so much better.”
Satisfaction fills me at his answer. I decide to give him a reward.
“Keep your left hand on your nipple and slowly drag your right hand down. The entire time, I want you to think about how good it’s going to feel.
Of all the ways I’m gonna tell you how to make yourself feel good once your tight fist is around your leaking cock. ”
I watch as his hand trails over his stomach and past his jutting hip bone to circle his cock. “I didn’t say you get to touch yourself yet.” I bark.
His hand immediately releases his cock and hovers over it, awaiting my instructions. “You don’t get to touch it before I get to look at it up close.”
I get on my haunches and take an up-close look at Cassidy.
I should have known that his cock would be as beautiful and fucking perfect as the rest of him.
Standing up against a nest of black, neatly trimmed hair, it’s long and pink and hard.
Like I said, perfect. Seized by an urge, I blow on it.
It’s not strictly by the rules of this game we’re playing, but since I’m the one making the rules, fuck it.
His cock pulses as my breath hits it, and above me, Cassidy lets out an inarticulate cry. Knowing if I don’t move soon, I won’t be able to resist swallowing him whole, I rise from my haunches and resume my directions. “Now you can fist your cock.”
He takes hold of himself. “Tighter. I want your hand strangling your cock.” He tightens his grip. “Now I want you to slowly jack yourself.” He follows my instructions with slow, even strokes. “Just like that,” I say, feasting on the sight before me.
His breath shallows, and soon I can tell he’s aching to quicken his pace. “Please,” he says on a gasp. “Can I go faster? I need to go faster.”
“No,” I deny him, and he groans in frustration. “I know you want to go faster,” I tell him. “That every instinct is telling you to speed up, but I need you to do as I say. Can you do that for me, Cassidy?”
His hand is trembling with the need to come, but he holds back. He looks up at me, his eyes huge and adoring. “I’d do anything for you.”
Emotion chokes me at his words. When I can finally speak, it’s not direction that comes out of my mouth, but pure feelings.
“You’re so good. I thought if I let myself get close to you, I’d ruin that goodness, but maybe that’s not how it works,” I say, a revelation coming to me. “Maybe your goodness is what will save me. Maybe you’re my salvation.”
Unable to hold off any longer, I close the small distance between us.
He lets out a sigh of relief at my nearness and leans into me.
The scent and feel of his sweat-soaked skin against me is intoxicating.
I bat away his hand from his cock and take possession of it in a punishing grip.
I begin jacking in hard, brutal strokes.
I feel him pulse in my hand, and then his back arches and he explodes all over my hand.