Chapter 22

22

Rogue

“ N o strings attached,” she repeated, her chin jutting out bravely.

A less observant man might have missed the slight quiver in her voice. “No strings?” he growled. That wasn’t how they were going to do things.

Her eyes opened, staring up, and he held her gaze, allowing the hand caressing her cheek to move down the side of her neck, stroking along her collarbone. Her skin was soft as silk, softer even than he’d imagined during the many times he’d imagined her like this.

“No strings?” he repeated. “Bea, the strings between us couldn’t get much tighter. Ever since I first set eyes on you, when you came up with that ridiculous line about bringing me more towels, I’ve wanted you. And the more I know you, the more I want you.”

Bea placed her finger on his lips, silencing him. “Good. Because I want to be with you, too. Show me how to please you, Rogue.”

“You’re going to kill me, honey,” he groaned. His hand moved lower, grazing her small, firm breasts, with those dusky nipples that just begged to be sucked.

Bea sighed and arched into his touch. “I’m not as innocent as you might imagine,” she said. “I can show you how I give myself pleasure, if you like.”

Fuck. They hadn’t even touched properly, and already he was close to blowing his load. But not in this bathroom. They weren’t going to do this here. He swung her up in his arms.

“Careful!” she squealed. “Your ribs!”

Though his cracked ribs were still healing—that was something he owed Cruz and Aguilar for and hoped to have the chance to deliver—she was so light that picking her up was no hardship. He set her down gently on the small bed.

Better. Much better.

“You’re so beautiful.” Suddenly, a shiver wracked her lithe body. “Are you cold?” he asked, surprised. He was fucking burning inside.

She shook her head quickly. “Nervous.”

Hell.

“Please don’t be, honey,” he said, running his hand gently along her body. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Not ever.

She shook her head quickly. “No. I want to. But what if … what if your friends come in?” she asked, sneaking a peek at the door.

“They won’t. That’s not the kind of people they are. But I can lock it if it would make you feel better.” At her nod, Rogue got up and flipped the lock.

“Thank you.”

Rogue sat at the foot of the bed, watching her. “Now, I think you were going to show me something.”

A crimson blush spread along her cheeks and all the way down her neck. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself, Bea,” Rogue said. He took hold of her ankles and pulled her knees up, gently splaying her legs open. Wide enough that he could see her golden curls and those beautiful dark pink pussy lips.

“Are you sure? I don’t know if?—”

Rogue’s eyes drank her in. She was so fucking beautiful. “Show me how you do it, and then I’ll show you how I do it.”

Her eyes lit up with such curiosity, he almost laughed out loud. She nodded bravely. Then her hand reached down and the laugh died in his throat.

Rogue stared, transfixed, as her finger prodded delicately. He knew by the way her eyes narrowed in pleasure the moment she found the hooded pearl. But he needed to see all of her.

“Let me help you,” he said, opening her legs further. Fuck, but her pink pussy was beautiful. His hand moved to her breasts, the thumb and finger of each hand pinching her dusky nipples.

“Yes,” Bea whimpered. Her finger sped up, and now Rogue could see her clit peeking out from underneath its hood. His fingers itched to join hers. Fuck, he wanted to put his mouth on her. He wanted to be inside her. But he kept his hands above her waist. He wanted to learn where she liked to be touched, the kind of pressure she enjoyed, everything he would need to know to maximize her pleasure.

Moments later, her belly quivered and her toes curled, her knees flattening against the sides of the bed. She put her hand to her mouth, as if to drown out the noise of her orgasm, but he had a better idea. He brought his mouth to hers, drinking in the sounds of her pleasure. She tasted exquisitely sweet.

Eventually, her body relaxed. “I can’t believe I just did that,” she said softly.

“That was beautiful, honey.”

Rogue went to kiss her again, but she moved her head to the side, looking pointedly between his legs. His cock thickened even further under her gaze.

“You’re trying to distract me. It’s your turn, now.”

Bea

Rogue gripped himself much harder than she ever would have dared to touch him. Bea watched, mesmerized, as he used long, twisting strokes from base to tip. Every so often, he changed the grip, rubbing against the thick, purple head as he did so.

Unlike her, who had trouble keeping down the noise when she touched herself, Rogue was completely silent, his face a mask of concentration until he looked up at her—and smiled.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, flicking his thick mane of hair back. He hadn’t taken the time to tie it back, and Bea loved it this way.

“I’m not thinking,” she replied honestly. “But I like what I see.”

His strokes slowed down. “Do you want to help me?”

Bea blushed. She did want to touch him, but she didn’t know how , and didn’t want to mess this moment up.

Under his guidance, her hand wrapped around his hand. Now they could both feel the head of his cock. It felt good—warm and hard. As her hand moved down his shaft, his own hand moved aside to let her explore. She made it all the way down to his testicles before coming back up his cock.

“You’re so hard,” she whispered.

Rogue groaned. “You’re going to kill me, honey.”

“You were touching yourself much harder. Do you also like it like this?”

“I like everything you do,” Rogue said. “I could probably come from you reading the phone book to me right now.”

“I think I prefer this,” Bea said, laughing. Her touch grew bolder. She picked up her pace, touching him with long, twisting strokers, the way she’d seen him touch himself.

Rogue’s eyes closed, his head leaning back against the pillow, the picture of potent masculinity. Bea committed the moment to memory.

The closer he got to orgasm, the more his body tensed, but still he made no attempt to take over. His hands stayed behind his head, letting her know that she was the one in control. She liked that. She liked being in control. And she wanted to see him come. She wanted to see if his body behaved in the same way hers did when she approached her own orgasm. Moments later, she had her answer. The ridged muscles of his belly tightened. His legs flexed.

“I’m going to—” He didn’t get to finish the warning before come erupted from the tip of his cock, shooting up, onto her hands, down onto his muscled belly.

Bea watched him orgasm, feeling more powerful than she’d ever felt before, knowing she’d been the one to give him this pleasure. She looked at the hot, sticky mess covering his belly and her hands. Something clenched inside her as she realized that would have been inside her if they’d been … together.

There was so much of it. Bea wiped her hand against the side of the sheet—she wasn’t sure what the correct protocol for this was but figured that was safe enough.

When she looked up, Rogue’s eyes were open.

“Sorry about the mess. I meant to warn you.”

“I liked it. But I also know what you were doing.”

“Coming hard, you mean?”

Bea shook her head. “You found a way for the two of us to … you know … without being together.”

Rogue sighed, pulling her against him. “We were together just now, Bea. Sex isn’t just about penetration. What we just did … Let’s just say it was more intimate than many sexual encounters I’ve had.”

“I don’t want to hear about your past sexual encounters.” That would only make her feel inadequate, and she did not need that. Not now, when she was feeling so strong.

“I’m not planning on talking about it. I just wanted to let you know, we have all the time in the world.”

“What if I want it now?”

Rogue barked out a laugh. “Then you’re going to have to give me a bit of time to recover.”