Page 25 of Stealthy as a Wolf

I twisted, setting the needle on the table, and Matty frowned at my bloodstained hands. “Here, let me get that for you.”

He reached out slowly, waiting for me to object, but I was curious to learn what he had in mind. I didn’t expect him to grab the edges of the towel, gently take my hand, and begin to clean off the blood.

My skin tingled at the contact, my stomach fluttering. His face was so close that I got flustered and glanced away.

Only to discover he was essentially naked. Unable to resist, I tilted my head, suddenly fascinated. I’d seen cocks before, seen them engorged, angry, and threatening. I’d always thought they were ugly creatures.

Until now.

The longer I stared, the more his cock grew and twitched. I wasn’t aware that I was leaning closer until Matty cleared his throat, his voice gritty when he said, “You’re all clean.”

“Oh.” I jerked back, nonplussed at being caught in the act like a peeping Tom…or would that be Thomasina, since I was a girl?

Unfortunately, my startled reaction accidentally took the towel with me.

“Oops!” Completely mortified, I clutched the towel to my chest with nerveless fingers, struggling to unfold the damn thing, and draped it back over him. I patted it a couple of times for good measure, then flashed him a wry smile. “Sorry.”

He grabbed my frantic hands, stilling them. “I can go cover up…or you can satisfy your curiosity and look your fill.”

The rough tone of his voice did funny things to my body. My nipples hardened, my core clenched, indecision making me stall when my brain turned to static. I bit my lip, peeking up at him through my lashes. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”

A purr stuttered in his chest, and instead of answering, he brought our joined hands down to his cock. He wrapped my hands around him, and I hummed low in my throat in surprise. “So smooth.”

It felt silky in my hands, and I trailed my palms along the length. When his hips arched under my touch, I quickly glanced up at him. When I would’ve retreated, he settled his hand over mine, forcing my palm to fist him harder.

“You won’t hurt it.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, then he swallowed hard and forced my hand to move up and down. “Like this.”

Within a few strokes, his hips began to rock, and his breathing became rough. When he slipped his hand down to the base of his shaft, he clutched himself hard.

“You’re enjoying this.” I was startled by the revelation. I knew how sex worked, but it was one thing to know the facts, see it on TV, or watch it take place in a dark alley. It was quite another to actually see it up close and participate. When confronted with sex in the past, the function had always disgusted me.

It was different with Matty.

I reached down and cupped his balls, watching his expression when I squeezed them gently. He sucked in a startled breath, then he grabbed my wrists, halting my movement. “You need to stop before it’s too late and we make a mess.”

I tilted my head, nibbling at my lips, feeling daring for once in my life. I shifted on the couch, not wanting the experiment to end. “And if I don’t stop?”

His eyes flashed up to mine, and he searched my face. Then he slowly pried his fingers off my wrist. “If you’re sure.”

Exhilaration surged through me. Seeing him stretched out, completely at my mercy, did something for me. I stroked him the way he showed me, tightening my grip when he began to thrust.

With a strangled groan, his cock jerked in my hand, and I watched cum splatter over his taut abs. I gave a few more strokes, waiting for him to soften, but he remained firm in my grip.

“If you keep doing that, we’ll never leave.” He caught my wrists, then kissed the center of my palm. His eyes were half closed, his expression relaxed, resembling a well-satisfied cat.

When I leaned back, he released me, then grabbed the towel and began to clean up the mess. I watched for a few seconds, then curiosity got the best of me, and I swiped my thumb across the head of his cock, capturing a tiny bead of fluid. I brought it to my lips and licked it clean, tasting the salty mixture with surprise.

Matty groaned, his green eyes almost yellow as he gazed at me, his expression hungry. “Honey, if you’re trying to kill me, you’re doing a great job. You can explore me more later, I promise, but we’re running out of time. Help Grady get ready while I clean up.”

Heat blossomed in my chest.

Instead of feeling embarrassed, I felt bold and brave and sexy for the first time in my life.

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GRADY

Istood frozen in the kitchen, standing behind the table, watching the scene unfold in the living room. Their sexy banter was almost innocent, and I had to stifle my chuckle at her quips.

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