Page 92 of Ruthless Scoundrel
How do I propose this to her? Would she even be willing? Gods, she doesn’t even have to touch me, I just need some relief from the aching in my balls.
The image of snaking my hand down my pants and handling things with her asleep, wrapped in my other arm, flitters through my mind, but something feels dirty about it. I don’twant her to be asleep. I want her to approve of my need to pleasure myself to thoughts of her. Why is this suddenly so complicated?
“Rei,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.
“Mmph?”
“I hate to be a terrible scoundrel, but…you’re driving me mad and if I don’t touch myself, my dick might actually explode.”
“So you were lying,” she says.
“Lying?”
“The first morning you said all men get erections while sleeping and it doesn’t mean you’re aroused, but you just said I’m driving you mad.” She moans sleepily and wiggles against said erection.
I’m not sure if she’s trying to tease me, torture me, or both. I decide surrender is the fastest way to relief. “Fine, you were driving me mad then, too. Does that make you happy?”
She hums and shimmies. “It does.”
I thrust against her without thought, groaning low in my throat. “Rei, I need to come.”
She titters and looks over her shoulder at me. “So, come. I won’t stop you.”
Thank all the gods, and hers twice as much.
But now I want more. I’m greedy, and I want her to orgasm, too. I’m not sure where we stand, and I don’t want to push things too far, but I need this.
“Touch yourself for me,” I half ask, nuzzling her hair.
My words light a fire in her eyes and her cheeks flare with heat. “You want me to pleasure myself while you pleasure yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
I almost laugh at the preposterousness. Why wouldn’t I want to hear her come? “I want to know you’re taken care of, even if it’s by your own hand.”
She takes a shaky breath. “Okay.”
Fuck, yes.It feels like my nameday and she’s given me the best present of all.
I slide my arm between us under my pants, keeping the other wrapped under her head and across her shoulder. She’s going to let me come with her in my arms, and she’s going to come for me, too. Relief floods my system when I grip my cock and give it a slow pump.
She grabs my hand on her shoulder and pulls it lower. “You can touch me some…please.”
“You don’t have to beg, sunshine,” I say, covering her breast. Her nipple is already hard against my palm, and I take a moment to stroke her gently.
She sighs, putting her arm between her legs. She opens her knees, propping one leg up and creating a little mini tent within our tent to hide our desire. I pull her against me and thrust into my hand, relishing the little whimper that escapes her.
She makes long, languid strokes and breathes softly, but I don’t want soft. I need moans from deep in her throat and cries that demand a kiss. I press my forehead against her temple and nibble her ear.
“Faster,” I command, increasing my pace, too.
She follows my order. Theshlickof her fingers through her center is loud and delightful. I want to eat that sound.
“Tell me what your hand feels like, Rei,” I say, pinching her nipple over the cloth of her dress. She moans and her hips writhe against mine. I thrust into my hand, loving the feeling of her against me, creating the pressure that will surely be my undoing.
“Tell me,” I urge.
