Covet (Sinful Secrets 3)

I rub with a bit more force; his breaths come fast and heavy. My fingers find a tense spot on his neck there, rubbing hard, and he stiffens against me. I hear his breath catch. Then one of his hands squeezes my shoulder.

“Siren…” I rub harder, and his voice cracks.

“Just relax.” I drag my fingers up through his hair. “Let me keep on till you fall asleep.” I wrap myself around him, pressing his large body against mine in a tight hug.

My fingers play through his hair, then stroke gently down his nape.

He moans. “Siren…”

I feel his hips press up against me. Then his mouth catches my jaw.

For a moment, I’m suspended by his breath against my ear, his scruff against my cheek. Then it’s me who shudders, my legs shifting against his as he rasps, “Stop.”

The word leaps from my mouth before I can stop it. “Why?” My throat is tight, my eyelids heavy.

His forehead touches mine as he moans, “Feels…too good.”

I’m not sure how I know. Perhaps the oldest, basest intuition. I look down our bodies. Declan draws his rigid frame away from me, and there I see it, jutting heavy from his hips, straining against his pants: a rod that’s long and thick, outsizing what I believed possible. It’s so large, it can’t even tent the fabric of his shorts. The tip of it seems pushed against the shorts’ waistband, the thick shaft bent in its confinement.

As I stare at it, he reaches down, melding his hand around it. As my gaze sweeps upward toward his face, I see the bare tip of it trapped between his pants and chiseled belly.

For the love of all things holy!

Desire courses through me, making my breaths quicken.

I was right, then, back at Gammy’s. He’s endowed quite like a bull. Something clenches in the region of my hips. I press my thighs together as I blink up at him.

Declan’s hand spreads over his abs, partly hiding his sex from my eyes. But it’s so long and thick, he can’t completely shield it.

With his free hand, he kneads his forehead. “Sorry,” he whispers, eyes shut. “When it’s…like this—” His jaw tightens.

“Like what?”

He shifts his hips, his face twisting. “Getting clean.” His voice is breathless, almost groaned. “Everything hurts…but this.” He shifts his hips again, rubbing at the bulge of his sex.

“What does that feel like?” I swallow, my poor heart hammering as if it might give out. It’s surreal, this moment, in this place. It doesn’t feel like reality, and I’m not behaving like myself.

He wraps his hand around himself as best he can, squeezing. Hot saliva fills my mouth as I watch his jaw clench, his eyelids lift open slightly.

He’s breathing hard and heavy as he lets go of his stiff sex. I watch as his hands fist.

“Fuck.” He shifts his legs again in clear discomfort. “Get up, Siren. Go away and I’ll…” He sucks a breath back, grips his temples.

I feel as if it’s someone else’s voice that whispers, “You’ll do what?”

“Shit. What do you think? You rubbing on me—” He shakes his head. “It felt good.” His voice is hoarse. “Just…go. I can make it fast.”

As he says that, he cups himself, his raised knees spreading wider. I watch as his hand delves inside his shorts, and then he’s pushing them down.

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nbsp; His thick sex springs up, stiff and rigid, lying like a hose against his abs. I note the darkness of his glans, the bulbous thickness of it. At that moment, he wraps his hand around it, squeezing as he tweaks the thick tip with his thumb. He tugs at it again, letting out a ragged groan. It seems to hurt…but perhaps not.

He wraps one hand around the length as the other delves down to— Holy virgin! Still swathed in his underpants, but those must be his testes. They’re…massive.

I have the thought how does he move about with those, and then he’s pumping up and down the rod of his sex, squeezing the tip as his hand curves around it, gripping himself just below and then stroking up and down while with his other hand, he’s stroking his awfully swollen testicles, tapping his fingertips against their sac.

I realize as I watch his face twist and his body writhe, his hands working frantically to find relief, that this was surely part of his discomfort. I know males swell and stiffen for the act, but this seems quite extreme. I’ve never heard of one so long and thick, not even during arousal.