A hand that’s wrapped around a very large cock. The kind of cock that might kill a woman. The kind of cock that would definitely make you walk funny for days after sampling.
Hell, maybe even weeks.
I don’t move. I’m hypnotized by the way his hand works that big, thick… Oh God. Back and forth he moves, working his shaft. Through the door, and with all the water from the shower, there’s no way to see, but I’m sure his cock is covered in his cum. I’ve never really been a sexual person, but for a brief moment my eyes close as I imagine sinking to my knees in front of him and sucking his cock inside my mouth, tasting him on my tongue.
It’s just that beautiful.
I open my eyes, startled from my dream, when I hear his groan. My gaze jerks up to his face and he’s looking right at me. I bring my hand up to my neck. I’m breathing so hard I can feel and hear each breath. I start to back away, but I can’t. The look in his eyes dares me to watch. I can see it as clearly as if he said the words aloud.
That stops me from running away.
I watch his hand work his cock; the head is dark and angry looking and my thighs are so wet watching. This feels wicked, naughty and definitely forbidden. My nipples grow harder and harder as I watch him jack himself off. My hand shakes with the need to touch myself, but I don’t. I haven’t lost complete control of my actions—at least not yet. I feel the exact minute that Stone starts to orgasm. His body stiffens, and I watch as his muscles flex, showing their power. Then his body seems to jerk and he lets out a low, pleasure-filled moan that is throaty and graveled and dances across my skin like a touch. I watch as cum jets from his cock in a long stream that crashes against the shower door as if it’s trying to get to me. Right to me.
I look up to see Stone’s face. His dark eyes are promising things I can’t comprehend. In that moment part of me panics.
I don’t know this man.
I back away and I can see the disappointment in his face. It makes me want to stop, but I don’t. I turn and run from the room.
Chapter Five
Stone
Disappointment fills me as Carly flees from the room. I let the water finish washing away my cum and then I step out, securing a towel on my hip. She liked what I did. She wanted me. Fuck, there was a moment I thought she would get in the shower with me and I wanted her to. She’s prettier than she was in her pictures. Smaller than I imagined. I’ll have to hold myself back with her and I’ll definitely have to protect her from the harshness of the Alaskan weather, but everything about her calls to me—even more so now that I have actually laid eyes on her.
There are several ways I could play this, but I need her and after what we just shared in my room, I know she’s just as hungry for me. I take off to her room and turn the doorknob, only to discover it’s locked.
“Let me in, Carly,” I order. My voice is darker that I should use on her, but I just came and I’m already fucking hard again.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea, Stone,” comes her soft reply. She’s close to the door, I can tell from her voice, but I’d swear that I can feel her heat through the door. It’s as if what we just shared has connected me with her some elemental way.
“We need to talk.” That sounded better than “We need to fuck”—which is what I want and definitely what I started to say.
“I think it would be best if we talked in the morning, after I’ve… we’ve both cleared our heads.”
“Carly, open the door.”
“I’m not sure this is going to work,” she whispers, and that’s enough of that. I wanted her before. She was the answer to a dream I’ve long held. But I could have done without her and moved on before. After watching her face as I come—after seeing her body and the way she responded to me—even from a distance... There’s no way I’m letting her go now.
“Are you going to unlock this door?” I ask her.
“I… I need to forget, get over everything. We can talk in the morning,” she says and I grin.
She wants to forget what just happened between us. I won’t let that happen. I won’t let her forget a moment we share together from now on.
“Stand back from the door, Carly.”
“I just don’t think it… What did you say?”