The man stands up, still not shy about his nakedness. Another characteristic of his advanced age compared to mine. The lamp paints a luminous glow against his creamy skin. Every muscle is carved so deep they create dancing shadows on his body.
“Like my cock?” He smiles, then frowns. “Wait, how old are you?”
Funny howthatquestion came second.
I have a choice. Be honest and tell him I’m seventeen for a few more days. That will probably land me in a taxi. Nothing this exciting ever happens around here, and I’m not ready for this night to end.
“I’m twenty-one,” I lie because he could also just throw me out, not caring how I got home.
“What are we doing here, honey? Are you staying in my bed?”
I pull my lower lip in between my teeth, frozen. “Probably best if I do. It’s late.”
He quirks a wider smile at me. “Not too late.” With his arms folded, he stands there, daring me to take him in.
I swear, I feel like I’ve grown up in these few moments while admiring his perfect body of sculpted abs and bulging biceps all the way down to his cock. I’ve seen a cock before. An erect one in health class.
What this guy has between his legs wouldn’t fit on the projector screen they used.
He’s a stranger from New York. Perhaps I should ask some more questions, but I don’t really want to. The sight of this gorgeous man has my hormones in an uproar, shutting down my practical, rational senses.
Glancing around the room and not seeing a sofa or a chair, I inch back toward the bed. “If I share this bed with you, will you leave me untouched?”
“I don’t touch women without consent.” His stern voice sounds convincing, but I wonder if his stiff erection will change his mind.
“Even though you’re…aroused?” I’d heard that word before and have been dying to use it.
“I’m in my prime. I’m always hard.”
“Always?”
“Mostly.” He moves toward the bed and says, “Come here.”
Shite.
“For what?”
“You’re twenty-one years old, you’re staring at my cock, your face is flushed, and your nipples are hard.”
“Are they?” I look down and slap my hand over my mouth to see the outline under my T-shirt.
“Are you wet between the legs, too, by just looking at me?”
Yes…My eyes flutter. “Um.”
“You’re eyeing me like you want me to fuck you.” He leans against the headboard and strokes himself. “Come over here. Touch my cock and feel how hard it is. And, if you want, I’ll put it inside you—no strings attached.”
“No strings attached?”
“I go back to New York tomorrow.” His blue eyes turn dark. “I had personal business to take care of. It’s done. I’m needed home.”
Home…
“I see.” Slowly, I creep back toward the bed.
What a story this will be. How I lost my virginity to the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, with a cock so big…
“That’s a very large tool there.” I touch the hem of my panties. “Are you sure it will fit inside me?”