Breaking Beast (Pounding Hearts 4)

Opening my door, I step out into the hallway and immediately hear a strange growling sound coming from downstairs. Walking over to the railing, I peek my head down and see Muffin is downstairs in the living room, chewing happily on a large bone.

Alex probably gave it to her as soon as he walked in.

Pushing away from the railing, I look down the hallway and see the door to his room is cracked open. I’ve noticed he never fully closes it, probably so Muffin can come and go as she pleases.

Walking towards his door, I can see through the crack that the light is off in his room but the TV is on. I hope he hasn’t fallen asleep yet. I don’t know how I’m going to fall sleep if I don’t stop feeling like this.

Pausing outside the door, I listen closely before knocking. I don’t hear any snoring, but there’s a strange rhythmic sound I don’t recognize. I decide to peek through the crack before disturbing him.

Alex is sitting up on his bed but his shirt is off and his pants are open. The strange rhythmic sound is the sound of his hand moving up and down his erection.

My heart immediately jumps in surprise and I jerk back.

Oh my god, what is he doing? Did I really just see that?

I listen closely, my ears straining but all I hear is the sound of his hand sliding against his skin.

I don’t think he saw me.

I should totally turn around and walk back to my room, yet…

I peek around his door again, looking through the crack.

Now that I’m not so surprised I can take a closer look at him. His head is tipped back, his eyes are closed and there’s a determined look on his face.

Is he thinking about someone?

Is he thinking about me?

A wave of heat rolls through me and I have to squeeze my knees together. I can feel my pulse pounding throughout my body.

Watching him, I’m suddenly filled with excitement yet I’m also uneasy.

I shouldn’t be doing this, I shouldn’t. But I can’t stop myself. I can’t look away. Something more primal has taken over me.

I’ve been dying to know what’s in his pants and it’s right there, in crystal clear high definition.

He’s bigger and thicker than I could have ever imagined, and though I’ve never thought of penises as something attractive, there’s something about his that fills me with this tingling need.

His fingers squeeze around his shaft and the muscle in his arm flexes and bulges.

The way his hand pumps up and down, faster and harder, it’s almost like he’s punishing himself.

The air in the hallway thickens and the place between my thighs throbs incessantly.

His head tips back further and I can hear a growl building inside his throat. His hand pumps up and down his cock so hard and fast it almost looks painful.

The lights from the TV dance across his body. He glows white, blue and green like he’s some unearthly projection.

Then he tenses up, ropes of cum suddenly erupting from the crown of his cock and hitting his rippling stomach.

“Fuck. Christy. Fuck,” he curses.

I almost gasp, giving myself away.

Heart thundering, I step away from the doorway and tiptoe back. I’m so shocked I can barely breathe.

I lean against the wall, too stunned to walk yet.

Why did he say my name? Was he thinking of me?

My ears buzz and my nose burns from the lack of oxygen.

“Fuck,” I hear him curse again and then his growl drops to a mutter. “I’m a sick bastard.”

The sound of his voice spurs me into action.

I tiptoe my way back to my door as quickly as I can and quietly close it behind me. Now that I’m safely inside my room I feel like I can breathe again.

Holy shit. Did that really just happen? Or was it my sick, twisted imagination?

I listen, my ears straining for an eternity but all remains quiet. I don’t think he caught me…

Still, I tiptoe over to my bed and quietly slip under the covers.

Stretching out, I pull the comforter all the way up to my chin but I don’t know how I’m going to sleep with my heart thundering in my ears.

He said my name. He said Christy as he shuddered and came all over himself.

What does it mean? Was he thinking about me while he stroked his cock?

The thought both terrifies me and fills me with an empty ache I don’t know how to fill.

What would he do if I climbed out of this bed and walked into his room? Would he try to stop me if I climbed into his bed with him? Would he push me away if I told him it’s okay, I want him too?

I imagine his strong hands touching me. Pulling me close. Stripping off my clothes.

Beneath the covers, I squirm, rubbing my legs together. I just can’t get comfortable. I’m all hot and bothered and I can’t stop the direction my thoughts are taking.