Page 53 of Ruthless

"Ok," he said quietly. "I trust you."

The declaration hit me harder than I expected, sending heat rushing through my body that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with something I wasn't ready to name.

I reached between us, palm pressing firmly against his erection through the thin sheet, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. Vincent's eyes fluttered shut as I began to stroke him, his hips bucking up into my hand.

"Feels good, doesn’t it?" I leaned down to brush my lips against his neck, just below his ear, where I could feel his pulse hammering.

His chin quivered, but he nodded. His breath hitched as I nipped at his earlobe, my hand never stopping its rhythmic movements.

"Tell me to stop and I will," I murmured against his skin. "Or tell me what you really want, Vince."

His resistance crumbled beneath my touch, his body's tension transforming from rigid restraint to liquid surrender. His hands slid up from my hips to my lower back, pulling me down against him.

"Don't stop," he breathed, the words barely audible. "Please, Luka. Don't stop."

Perfect Dr. Matthews begging. For me. The power rush hit better than any kill I'd ever made.

"That's it," I growled, my fingers curling into the edge of the sheet. "Show me your cock, beautiful. Let me see what you've been hiding under here."

Vincent hesitated only a second before helping me pull the sheet away. He was gloriously naked underneath, his cock hard and flushed against his stomach, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. The sight of him exposed, aroused, and all for me sent a fresh surge of heat through my veins.

"Look at you," I murmured appreciatively, running a single finger up the length of him, watching him twitch at the feather-light touch. "Fucking perfect."

Vincent's hands found the hem of my shirt, tugging upward. "Your turn."

I grinned, taking my time as I pulled my shirt over my head, giving him a show.

His eyes raked over my torso, taking in the scars, the muscles, the evidence of my dangerous life. "All of it."

“Pushy. I like it.” I stood just long enough to shove my sweats and boxers down and kick them away, my cock springing free, already rock hard.

Vincent's eyes widened at the up-close sight of the six metal barbells running in a vertical ladder up the underside of my shaft, from just beneath the head to the base. He'd seen them before, that first night when I'd dropped my towel, but this was different. This was close enough to touch, to taste.

"Were you thinking about these while you touched yourself?" I asked, stroking myself once, slowly, letting him get a good look at the metal gleaming against my skin.

He was staring unashamedly, and it was making me so fucking hard. There was nothing in the world like putting on a good show for someone who appreciated the view.

"Yes," he admitted, eyes still fixed on my cock as I continued to stroke it. "I've never... I've never seen anything like it."

"And you haven't felt anything like it either," I promised, settling back on top of him. I ground down deliberately, letting the metal bars roll against his length, creating a sensation unlike anything standard equipment could provide.

Vincent's reaction was immediate and intense. His head fell back, a strangled moan tearing from his throat, his hips jerking upward to increase the contact. "Oh, fuck."

I leaned down and nipped at his bottom lip. Not a kiss, not quite. I wouldn't force him to kiss me unless he wanted to. "Fuck, doc. Hearing you say dirty words is hot."

I established a slow rhythm, each roll of my hips letting my piercings drag along his shaft. The metal heated against our skin, creating friction that made him gasp with each movement. His fingers dug into my shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks as he stared down at our bodies moving together, his pupils blown wide, mouth parted, breathing ragged.

His hands roamed my back, my shoulders, finally settling on my ass, gripping hard enough to mark. I lifted my hand and spat loudly into my palm.

Vincent's eyebrow arched slightly, the professional in him about to object to my crude method, but then I wrapped my slick hand around both our cocks together. His smooth skin slid against my pierced length, both pulsing with the same desperate rhythm. His protest died on his lips, replaced by a strangled moan that vibrated through my bones.

Instead, his eyes went unfocused, his mouth falling open as a heavy stream of pre-cum leaked from him, making my job even easier. The sight of prim and proper Vincent so utterly wrecked by something so basic had me grinning wickedly.

"Look at you," I murmured, squeezing us both together. "You like how my piercings feel, don't you? It's like nothing you've ever had before."

"Yes," Vincent admitted, trying to thrust up into my hand. "God, Luka, please."

I tightened my grip but maintained the torturously slow pace. "Please what? Use your words, Vince. Tell me exactly what you want."

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