She doesn’t even look at me.
Night comes and several hours pass before that key rattles in the door again.
This time, I know it’s not the maid.
It’s like I can sense him even before I see him, and I’ve only known this man for a few days.
When the door swings open Aiden comes in. His hair is wild and messy and the uncanny thought crosses my mind that that’s the way his hair would look after wild hot sex.
I don’t even know why I’m thinking that.
I watch him shrug out of his t-shirt, then a sinister look washes over his face and without a word he walks up to the wall enclosing the bathroom and goes in.
The shower goes on and I listen like I’m waiting for something to happen. Waiting to see what he’s going to do with me, and when.
Twenty minutes later the bathroom door swings open, and my mouth falls open when he walks out naked like he just stepped out of an erotic fantasy. Erotic for the way that his cock is perfectly erect and massive, hanging between his legs, bobbling with each step.
This man is all man and extremely comfortable with his body because he knows he’s the perfect specimen of what a man should look like. It’s as if he was the benchmark and every other man came after. Similar, but not as good as the original masterpiece.
His tattoos only serve to make him look more badass.
And his cock…
I’m not supposed to be looking at that and it’s not the smartest thing to let him see me looking at either, but I can’t help it.
Of course, I remember with perfect clarity what it felt like to have it in my mouth. His cock assaulting my mouth as I sucked him off, then thick salty, masculine cum spraying against the back of my throat as he came.
At that thought I try to pull my gaze away again but I’m trapped and it’s not exactly like I can get up and walk away.
The door is locked, and he has the damn key in … wherever it is.
“You know if you continue to look at me like that, I might think you want me,” he taunts.
“I don’t.”
“I almost believe you.”
The deadly smile that lights up his face looks like it’s designed to mock me for my stupidity.
“Believe what you want.” Once again, the words just fall out of my mouth.
He doesn’t sneer like he did earlier though. I seem to amuse him now more than anything as evidenced by the brightness in his expression. Either that or he wants to play with me.
He stops in front of me and crouches down, his cock jutting out with the fat mushroom head getting bigger like he needs a release.
“That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble, angel’skoye lichiko. Consider that was your first warning.”
“Warning?”
“I’m a fair man, I like to let people know what they’re up against so you can’t say I didn’t give you a chance.”
He shuffles and my eyes drop to his bobbling cock again. It was just for a brief moment, but he notices I was looking again.
I curse myself my stupidity.
His fiery gaze roams over my body and he must he my inner turmoil as I fight of my arousal. A wicked smile dances across his lips and the battle inside me becomes harder when he takes hold of his cock and starts stoking himself.
My eyes go wide and my breath hitches in my chest.