Without question, this is magnificent.
His penis is long and thick, with a perfect mushroom head. I can see the thick veins all the way from over here while he keeps pumping up and down his shaft, the pace slowly increasing.
My body feels a little feverish as I keep watching Matteo masturbate.
The forbidden aspect of watching him like this makes me feel slightly guilty, but it also sends an extra ache of pleasure through my entire body. Did he want me to watch him? Did he plan all of this and leave the door open on purpose?
My gaze travels up to his face, mesmerized by his profile. With his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted, and the sharp angles of his face, he is a masterpiece of masculinity. Breathtaking. And despite the fact that he often makes me angrier than I’ve ever been in my life, I can’t deny my body wants him.
Every time he stares at me with that intense heat in his eyes, my ability to stay away slips a little more.
Every time he touches me, the yearning to give myself over to him grows stronger.
It’s like he’s trying to make me a junkie. Turning him into my obsession would be so easy, but it could also mean my downfall.
His hand pumps faster, the movement becoming more frantic and aggressive while his breathing grows harsher and louder. With his head now tipped back, his whole body tenses, and shudders of pleasure course through him. Big white spurts hit the tiles in front of him as he comes with a low groan.
I’m so captivated and consumed by him and this unexpected encounter that I almost miss him letting go of himself and opening his eyes. When my brain finally catches up with reality, I step away from the door and lean against the wall.
How will I ever look at him again after witnessing this sensual moment without wondering how it would feel to do it for him, or to sink to my knees in front of him and take him into my mouth? This reverie is both exhilarating and terrifying. I’ve never wanted to do this to a guy before, and now I’m consumed by this lust for the one I can’t have.
Even if I could have him, I shouldn’t want him knowing he’s engaged to Ally.
But she made it sound like she’s involved with someone else.
She did. And I also feel like there’s something else going on that I’m missing, something more than an arranged engagement.
Even then, would I act on my feelings for Matteo, no matter how unwanted they are?
My thoughts evaporate the instant the shower turns off, and my legs move toward the bedroom door. Following this little show I just witnessed, I can’t stand here when he comes out of the bathroom. I need a few minutes to collect myself. I also need to change my panties, but that will have to wait until later.
Downstairs, the kitchen is empty, and I let out a sigh of relief. I’m assuming Ash and Zeno left, which is a godsend, considering it would probably only take one glance at me for them to know that I was up to something.
In an attempt to find my cool, I chug down a large glass of water, then open the patio door and step onto the expansive wooden deck. The afternoon sun warms my skin, and the view is absolutely amazing, with greenery and forest as far as the eye can see. Some of the trees are in the beginning stages of changing their color, and I can only imagine how breathtaking the fall foliage must be once it’s completely changed.
Stepping up to the rail, I put my hands on the wood and close my eyes. Deep breath in, deep breath out. I focus on my breathing for a while until the patio door creaks open behind me. I’m frozen in place, unable—and unwilling—to spin around. I’m not ready to face him yet. My thoughts are still too jumbled when it comes to him, especially after what I just witnessed him do in the shower. It’s messing with my brain, the lust for him overthrowing my logic more and more with each passing second.
His scent reaches me first, his bodywash serving as an aphrodisiac. Does his scent seduce all women, or is it just me? Or is it because he’s the first guy I’ve ever felt this attracted to, so it heightens everything about him? Why else would my kidnapper not only turn into my savior but also be the first man I crave? I certainly didn’t expect for either of those things to happen.
He steps up behind me and places his hands next to mine on the rail, without actually touching me. “Why are you hiding out here?”
Focusing on anything other than jumping him is harder than it should be. It takes me a minute to collect myself before I swallow hard. “Who says I’m hiding?”
There. My voice sounded totally normal, right? Well, mostly, I hope.
Leaning in, he brushes his nose up and down the back of my neck. Tingles explode in my body, and like a helpless doll, I lean to the side to give him better access.
When he licks his way up, I can’t conceal my whimper.
Regardless of how I feel about this man, my body is putty in his hands, no matter how much I want to be steel.
His tongue makes it to my ear, twirling around my earlobe before he gently sucks and bites on it. “I cannot wait to taste you; I just know your pussy will be exquisite.”
With those words, the last bit of my logic flies out the window, and my knees go weak. Matteo catches me with his body, pushing me against the rail to keep me upright, which also means his hard-on is now pressed upon my lower back. How is he already hard again?
“You want me to fuck you?”
His words.