“You ask quite a lot of questions, don’t you?” He narrowed his eyes at me.
“Am I not supposed to?”
“Maybe after I delight you and send you writhing below me.” His calm voice bit with a hunger that shook me to my core. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry.
“Does that mean I can see it?” This time it was my turn to step forward, his smile stretching as he inhaled, his forked tongue darting out again.
“Show me your pussy first, Elney,” he said without hesitation, the honey-sweet turning dark. “Show me what I paid for.”
I refused to look away from the dark hunger in his yellow eyes as I dropped the robe to my ankles, every inch of me shaking as I exposed myself to the hulking man, his muscles pulling and flexing as he exhaled with a low moan.
“Damn,” Alan groaned, the hand on his waistband shifting. “Now turn.”
My muscles ached, my skin warmed as I began to turn. That panic I had been feeling before building into a tightness that wrapped around my chest. I was having trouble breathing, but I didn’t have any choice. I didn’t want to fight him.
With my back to him, I folded myself in half, hands dragging down thighs, then calves, and cupping my ankles as I felt myself spread before him. Felt my own slick begin to drip down my thighs.
Damn. I hadn’t realized I was as wet as I was.
“Look at that pussy.” Alan stepped closer, the heavy thunder of his feet tightening over my chest as his hands reached forward to touch places that only Logan had touched before.
That no one had touched before.
I shivered underneath him. His hand was so warm, as though he had just pulled it from a fire. Every part of me felt cold underneath him.
“So beautiful. All mine for the plucking.” His fingers were hot points against my back as he ran over my hip, down the curve of my ass, trailing down my crack. He didn’t even hesitate to touch the tight hole of my ass, pressing against it as I gasped and nearly rocked forward, his other hand rushing forward to grip my hip and hold me in place.
“No, no, little one. You stay there. All of this is mine now.”
I shuddered under his touch, gasping as I tried to step away, but he pulled me back. His fingertip pressed into my asshole. I gasped with a near shriek before his finger left, dragging lower and down to my pussy. To the wet lips that had only been touched once before.
“God, you’re so wet.”
His grip on my hips turned into a vice as he held me in place, his finger circling and sliding in my wet. It felt like my lungs didn’t work properly anymore. Noises came from my throat that I had never made before as his finger continued to roam before it came to a stop on a piece of flesh that turned all of those emotions into a firestorm. I yelped and stumbled out of his grasp and back to standing, nearly shrieking as I tried to control the panic. Control the desperate need that was flooding over everything.
I was sure the room was swimming, the panicked arousal mixing in weird ways.
I stepped forward, before quickly stepping back, not sure if I was going for him or the robe.
“No one’s touched you there before, have they?” Alan said, that honey voice making a return. I shook my head. “That’s okay, honey. I’ll be gentle. I want you to like your first time as much as I am sure I will.”
I wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about so I took a step away and turned to face him.
“Would you like to see my cock now?” he asked as he began to undo the button on his jeans, the muscles in his chest rippling as he did so. His torso was full of lines and bulges Every muscle perfectly defined, a bit of sheen already forming on his abs and on the v of skin and muscle that was pointing down. Down past the waist of his pants. Past the buttons he was slowly undoing.
One. By. One.
I took a step forward, the heat in my groin turning into a flood as his pants fell to the ground, revealing tight red shorts, and a bulge so much larger than I had expected. So much bigger than the twitching mound on his jeans.
“Come here, honey,” Alan said, reaching for me as he stepped out of his pants, stepping closer to me.
I closed the gap between us, resting my hand in his own. His skin was so hot it was burning against the clammy nerves on my palm. He didn’t say anything about it, though, he just pulled me closer. So close I could feel the heat radiate off those perfectly lined muscles.
“I want you to feel me,” Alan’s grip moved from my hand to my wrist, his hold tight as he pulled my hand to the long bulge in his pants. The thick rod that was so wide, so high, I wasn’t sure I could fit my hand around it.
Alan’s fingers tightened around my wrist as he pushed my hand against his boxers, my palm flat against the wide bulge. It twitched. I nearly jumped, looking from his groin to him in confusion.
Alan smiled, that dark twisted look back in his eyes as his hand slid up my arm, both hands on my shoulders as he pushed against me.