Vhex strokes to his fuchsia tip, tipping back his head.“I’ll fuck this hand like I’m fucking that pretty pussy.”
I resist the bleeding-heart Guide instinct to coddle the Sentinel. “You can fuck it how I tell you to fuck it.”
Vhex’s hips falter. He’s no less cocky when he grips his shaft, but a desperate scratch sneaks into his voice. “How?”
“Slowly.”
He drags his hand along his length at a fraction of the pace.
“Like this?” He glances for my approval.
See?
Vhexcanbe good.
“Slower,” I say breathily. “Like you’re making love.”
Like you actually care.
I want to watch every reaction from the twitch of his abs to the vein that throbs at his jaw as his heart explodes.
Vhex lengthens his stroke.
The slow pace forces him to lavish every inch of his cock. He languidly traces his veins, then lingers at the tip, choking his wide head.
When he closes his eyes, they flicker behind his lids.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Vhex groans.
I shift my elbows to hide the shake in my arms. “Don’t speed up.”
“Never,” he breathes, dragging slowly through his hand. “I want to feel you.Fuck.”
His abs shake.
“Keep stroking,” I say as calmly as I can. “You can use your other hand.”
I expect him to stroke his balls or maybe double-fist the cock he can’t fully grip.
Instead, Vhex uses his freedom to cup my neck. His hand quivers as he softly thumbs my ear. “Is this how you make love?”
My heart stutters.
IwishI didn’t know.
I zone out, suddenly staring up at a chandelier and the cold, blue eyes that smiled just enough to keep me hooked.
I gave Kevan everything I had.
I wasn’t enough.
“Teach me,” Vhex says, gently tilting my head.
His hot fingers cut the chill of the memories.
I need to let go.
“Can you put someone else’s needs first? You have to care about their pleasure more than your own—give them everything without expecting anything in return.”